Unbridled and Unbranded (14 page)

There were buildings overseas still standing that had been built before settlers ever even stepped foot in this country. Rafe understood on one level why she wanted to go experience different sceneries and different cultures. But the longer they stayed together as a threesome, the worse it would hurt when she left.

Even with this advance knowledge of her transparent plans, he didn’t have the wherewithal to end the relationship. He hoped it would be difficult for her to leave them when the time came. Maybe she’d change her dream to include them.

Callie’s dreams were simple. She was an artist. She wanted to paint and sculpt. She wanted to throw lumps of clay on a wheel, spin it, and shape it with her hands into something beautiful from her artistic soul.

He’d never seen any of her work, but Bo told him she had been an excellent artist back in the day. He showed him a sketch of something she’d done of Bo back when they dated in college. It was very good. She’d captured an expression of Bo’s that Rafe recognized. His zeal for life and the determination in his soul to make his life the way he dictated. Not unlike Callie. No wonder he loved them both.

Rafe entertained the idea of asking Callie to draw him as well. He wanted a sketch like Bo’s. Hell, he’d even pose nude if she wanted.

Delbert suddenly hooked a right into Callie’s property and shook him from his reverie. The truck bounced and jostled along the unpaved road to Callie’s ranch house.

Dawn was barely breaking in the east as they pulled up to her front door which opened the moment they parked. Out stepped his dream girl, dressed like a ranch hand but looking far sexier than any rancher he’d ever known.

Callie wore jeans like no other woman he’d ever seen. Almost but not quite skintight. Her well-worn denim held infinitely touchable skin. Rafe really wanted to touch her. But he’d have to hold his lust in check. He wasn’t alone today. He wouldn’t embarrass her in front of his cowhands or hers.

Delbert greeted her with an obvious respect, but Rafe could also tell that his foreman truly liked her by the way he spoke of her.

She waved at him, and clomped down the steps of her house to greet them. They all then walked over to the barn and past to the corral where all her cattle had stayed during this critical fertility time.

“How long before we’ll know?” Callie asked.

Delbert answered her, but Rafe didn’t hear him. The time didn’t matter. The moment she sold this property, he’d be in deep personal mourning.

“I called the vet. He’ll be here directly and we’ll get a count. The blood work don’t take long. And the doc will fill out the necessary paperwork for you. It’ll be easier for you to advertise your stock once they’re certified.” Delbert continued talking about how she was going above and beyond what was required.

Rafe only listened with casual interest. His gaze was spent almost exclusively on Callie. He didn’t stare outright, but behind his sunglasses, he could watch her very carefully without being caught doing so.

Moments later the doctor arrived, and Rafe knew that signaled the time when he could spirit her away to her office and lure her into a sexual romp.

Delbert and the doctor exchanged pleasantries with Callie and then they headed into the barn.

Callie walked over to Rafe and smiled. “You’ve been staring at me this whole time, haven’t you?”

Rafe grinned. “You don’t know that for sure. I have mirrored sunglasses.”

“Oh, I’m sure. I’ve learned your wicked ways.”

“Speaking of wicked. Let’s go to your office. It’s become something of a fantasy for me.”

“To discuss business?”

“Sure. We can talk about whatever you want that will get you into that room.”

Her laughter carried across the open space in front of the barn. She glanced over one shoulder. “I guess they’ll be busy checking and testing all the cattle for a little while.”

“Yep. We should take every opportunity to”—he lowered his sunglasses and winked with exaggeration—“talk about business while they’re working.”

“Come on, then, Mr. Wicked. Follow me.”

Rafe followed her into the house. They marched straight to her office. He didn’t see anyone else along the way.

“Anyone inside your house today?”

“Nope. It’s empty this morning. We can even leave the door unlocked if it makes you happy. No one else will be here.”

Rafe frowned. “Where’s the fun in that? If we aren’t on the verge of getting caught, it’s hardly worth shutting the door.”

Callie laughed. “I have an open-door policy with my employees, but not quite
that
open.”

“Oh come on. Let’s leave the door open a crack.”

“No.” Callie pushed the door closed.

Rafe palmed the knob and opened it up again. He left an eight-inch gap. “Please?”

Her expression softened. A smile of acquiescence shaped her lips. “Fine,” she said in a quiet voice. He promptly opened the door even wider. She gave him a foot, so he took a yard. She dropped her head and gave him a mock frown but didn’t push the door closed. He took that as one minor battle skirmish in his favor.

Rafe stepped into her personal space before she changed her mind. Not wasting any time, he slung an arm around her waist and pressed his lips hard to her mouth. Her hands gripped his upper arms once before sliding around his neck to hug him tight. Her fingers soon dropped and dug into the flesh between his shoulder blades.

She was everything he wanted. Everything he needed in a perfect partner to share with Bo.

As their hungry mouths collided and devoured each other, Rafe pointed them in the direction of the small, overstuffed sofa to one side of the room.

Rafe grabbed her up against his chest. With his free hand, he untucked her shirt from her jeans.

She broke their furiously passionate kiss. “Where are you going?”

“To the sofa. I thought it looked comfortable.”

“Maybe, but may I make a request?”

Rafe stopped dead in the middle of the room. “I’d love it if you made a request.”

“What if you lay back on my desk and I got on top of you this time?” Her eyebrows lifted a notch in question.

“That would make it incredibly easy for you to ride my cock to your utter satisfaction.” Rafe’s heartbeat doubled the already staccato tempo.

“Yeah. I’d
really
like that.”

She glanced at the half-open door as if she wanted it closed again.

Rafe wouldn’t let her. “Won’t it be exciting beyond all reason to pretend that anyone could come and watch us fucking on your desk?”

She didn’t answer, but he saw her eyelids narrow as if in lusty passion at the thought of being watched doing something naughty so early in the morning inside her office.

“Yes,” she whispered.

Rafe noticed her desk for the first time since entering the room. Gone were all the piles of paper covering her desk in neat little stacks.

The only thing currently on her desk was a green banker’s lamp on one corner and a wireless phone and its base right next to it. Plus, the blotter that he’d pressed her to as he’d fucked her for that first exquisite time after a long five-year hiatus.

Memories of both five years ago and five weeks ago bombarded his mind. Every time he got close enough to see her, smell her, or touch her, Rafe’s mind went straight to how he could spend copious amounts of time naked with her.

Callie pushed him back in the opposite direction of the sofa toward her cleared-off desk. A kernel of rational thought intruded. She already had her desk cleaned off? Rafe stopped moving altogether and pondered briefly this information. “Were you planning on seducing me today?”

Her seductive grin said yes. “Maybe,” she said with a shy smile.

She pushed harder. The backs of his thighs hit the edge of her desk. Her hands slid downward until she was unfastening his belt and pants. Shit. His cock was hard, growing harder by the second, and fully ready to fuck by the time she freed him from his clothes.

“Are you going to help me get undressed, too, or do I have to do it all?”

He laughed and immediately started unbuttoning her shirt. He stopped only when her soft hand wrapped around his fully erect cock.

She eased his pants down over his hips, along with his boxers. His shirt covered him to his legs, but she didn’t let that stop her from stroking his dick. He pulsed against her fingertips, aching to be inside her tight pussy.

He finished unbuttoning her shirt and popped the front-closure of her bra open with a flick of his fingers and feasted his gaze on her perfect breasts. His bare ass rested on the edge of her desk. Without warning, she pushed his chest and he was soon flat on his back, her blotter digging into his shoulder blade.

Callie kicked her shoes off. He thought she had boots on, but they were shoes made to look like boots. He watched as she shimmied out of her tight jeans and pulled her panties off to drop on top of the discarded clothing.

Shirt open wide, breasts seductively swaying beneath the fabric as she moved, Callie practically vaulted onto the desk and straddled him.

A look to his right and he could see out of the open door and into her hallway and formal living room. Four steps to the right of his view was the front door to the house.

His cock pulsed again. Callie leaned over him and pulled a condom from beneath the corner of her desk blotter. He hadn’t even noticed it wasn’t lying completely flat until she whipped the square foil package from underneath.

“Shit. You
are
seducing me.”

“No. I’m about to fuck you senseless.”

Rafe closed his eyes to get control of his raging lust. “Even better.” He opened his lids halfway. Above him was a seductive Callie tearing open the package with her teeth and then slowly rolling the condom on to his throbbing cock.

He reached up and covered her breasts with his hands. Her nipples pebbled in his palms as he rubbed her silken flesh.

Callie shifted and her pussy came into contact with the tip of his cock.

“Are you wet enough?” His question a hoarse whisper.

“Feel me.”

He slid a hand down to her pussy and found she was gushing with desire. He pushed a finger inside, gathered some of her juice, and brought that finger to his mouth for a succulent taste.

Callie hovered over him for only a few seconds more. In one push, she impaled herself on his stiff cock until he was fully buried in her pussy.

Nirvana.

Rafe closed his eyes and waited for her to move on him. He kept one hand massaging her breast, and the other he moved between them. He wanted to stroke her clit and feel her orgasm squeeze on his cock before he lost it.

“Open your eyes, Rafe. Watch me ride you.”

Rafe shuddered a little as his balls tightened. He opened his eyes and stared deeply into her intense gaze. She was so damn sexy it was a wonder he hadn’t already finished. But he wouldn’t. Not until she’d had her fill.

This was, after all, Callie’s seduction.

His insanely happy cock, buried all the way inside Callie’s snug, slick, warm pussy, throbbed a few times in delight as he endeavored to keep his control.

She moved up and down on him once, twice. He pinched her nipple and she arched her back into the next downward thrust.

Rafe rubbed her clit faster and faster, trying to bring forth the telltale signal that she’d climaxed. She moved on him, picking up speed. Each downward impalement pushed him closer and closer to release.