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“You’re a guy.”

He laughed, loud and hard. Samantha Wilkes – predictably unpredictable.

She placed the vibrator next to him and lowered herself fully onto him, stretching along his body. She wiggled against his groin and he groaned out in response. The build-up in his cock and balls was becoming unbearable. No doubt she was going to get everything and anything she wanted from him. Sliding his hands from under his head, he slipped them up under the open shirt to cup her tight, round ass.

“Umm.” She brushed her lips along the side of his neck. “Now that’s more like it.”

“I won’t be held responsible for what happens if we’re heard. Take note now, I tried to stop this.” He gritted his teeth, attempting to fight down the primal urges within him.

“Duly noted.”

“If your mother comes running in here and finds me hammering away in your ass, with the vibrator humming, you’ll only have yourself to blame.”

She laughed as she trailed a string of kisses along the side of his jaw to capture his lips, cutting off any chance of him voicing any more objections, not that he would anyhow. He didn’t have enough restraint left in him to deny her any longer; not to mention the offer was way too hot to deny. He indulged in the peppermint taste of her lips and the lavender smell of her body spray. Damn if she didn’t do every
thing in her power to make sure he’d never be able to deny her.

Her lips left his to nip at his earlobe. “So what do you say Cowboy?”

~*~*~*~*~

Samantha squealed with surprise and excitement as instead of verbally answering her, in the blink of an eye and before she even realized what was happening, Connor had her on her hands and knees, knelt behind her, spreading her wide and running a finger along her slit making her squeal turn to one of pleasure rather than surprise.

Leaning over her, he grasped her breasts in his hands, palming them and teasing her nipples with his fingertips, sending jolts down her spine to intensify the need between her legs. Her nipples turned almost instantly hard under his expert fingers. “Always so nice and wet for me Princess.” His voice was a low growl as he nipped at her shoulder and worked his way up the back of her neck.

She moaned. Arching her back she pressed herself back against him, wiggling her bottom against his thick dick.

“Shhhh. You’ll wake up Mommy in the next room.”

While his words were a warning, it only made her need him more. “I need it. Oh god, I need you.”

Connor’s lips began to kiss their way down her spine as his hands moved down to caress her bottom, spreading her cheeks and running his fingers along her slit once again, from her clit to her back entrance. Closing her eyes, her body trembled against him in anticipation.

Lowering her chest to the mattress, she spread her legs a little further apart and presented herself to him. The cool air tickled her moist, exposed pussy as he slid his fingers along her slit again. His hands suddenly left her and she was about to voice her displeasure, but the sound of the lube top being flicked open stopped her and a small grin touched her lips.

Glancing over her shoulder at him, she watched as he rubbed his hands together, warming the lube, before stroking her length with it. He lifted his gaze, to lock gazes with her, just as his finger tested her back entrance.

Gasping, she jerked forward, away from the unfamiliar intrusion, but his grasp on her hips with his free hand kept her in place as he gently pressed his finger past the tight rim of muscle guarding her back entrance.

“Connor,” she groaned as his finger slowly plunged into her.

“You okay darlin’?” he asked, adding a second finger to the first. She bit down on her lip to keep from crying out from the burning pain. Closing her eyes she forced herself to relax, knowing the discomfort would pass.

“Uh-huh,” she sighed as the pain in her backside turned to an intense need and she became painfully aware of the throbbing need deep within her core. She pressed back against his fingers, urging him to move within her. He began to fuck her ass with his fingers, scissoring them, spreading and preparing her for his shaft. Just as she became accustomed and began yearning for his fingers pumping into her the soft buzzing sound of the vibrator began sending a shiver of anticipation through her.

She whimpered and pressed back against him when he removed his fingers, making her feel empty and needy for him. Connor ran the vibrating toy back and forth along her, making several passes and causing the lube to warm against her. He suddenly stopped the teasing strokes and pressed it against her clit. The delicious sensations the vibrator was bringing about within her forced her to cry out. The need within her increased and intensified with each passing second, until she was writhing on the bed, bucking back against the toy.

“Connor. Oh my god! Please.”

Keeping the toy on her clit, he leaned over her, kissing her lower back. “Please what baby?”

“I… Oh god, I need to come!”

“Then come.” His rock hard cock teased her ass as he moved against her, stroking her clit with the torturous vibrator. She began to buck wildly against him, she was so close it hurt. Just when she thought she couldn’t take another second, her body trembled and it felt as if she was suspended at the apex of her desire for hours before she came apart in one explosive orgasm, making her cry out loudly.

She didn’t have a chance to bask in her orgasm, as he slipped the vibrator along her length and slowly inserted it in her drenched core, blissfully stretching her. “Connor,” she moaned, moving back against the vibrator. It felt so right, but she wanted more.

Connor straightened up behind her and parted her cheeks and pressed the head of his cock against her back entrance. She froze against him and took a deep breath in, attempting to relax as he pressed into her. His shaft was so much bigger than his fingers and the burn more intense, but the pleasure of the toy buzzing against her G-spot was still more intense, distracting her from the slight pain, until he was fully entrenched within her. She was so incredibly full that her body trembled and writhed against him as if moving on its own.

“Mmm, to the balls. Are you okay darlin’?” The strain in his voice sent a shiver through her.

“Oh my god, yes!” She’d never felt so good. “Move. Oh god, move in me!”

“Damn, so tight.”

She started to push up onto her elbows, but just as she moved he slowly pulled out and plunged back in, pressing her chest back into the mattress. Samantha knew she was supposed to be quiet, but as he began moving within her it was impossible to keep quiet as a series of moans and whimpers came from her. Not to be outdone, Connor’s groans and teasing words rivalled the volume and intensity of hers.

“You promised to be quiet,” he chastised, continuing to slam into her at a frantic pace.

She could only muster a groan as she fisted the blanket under her. Quiet was the last thing on her mind; her mind was becoming numb and everything else around them seemed non-existent as she became wrapped up in the pleasure of their bodies connecting and the impending orgasm.

“I’m not going to last long baby,” he warned.

She couldn’t respond as the dam broke and she was swept up in another orgasm, but this time unlike anything she’d ever experienced before. Her pussy clenched and pulsed around the vibrator, over and over, each wave almost as intense as the last.

Connor grunted as her body trembled under him and each of his thrusts came with more force. Suddenly and without warning, he pulled out and with a loud groan a stream of his warm cum began to coat her back. After the last spurt of cum landed on her back, the vibrator was removed and she fully collapsed onto the bed, on her stomach and spread-eagled.

It took Connor calling her name a number of times before she was able to focus her thoughts and with a sigh, flip over to her back. As she flipped over he lowered himself down onto her and claimed her lips with his. She smiled as their lips connected, too exhausted to do anything but enjoy him being close to her.

“So, was that worth your mother hearing every last moan?” Connor teased, pulling back and looking into her eyes.

“Uh-huh. You bet.” Running her index finger along his collarbone her grin widened. “Guess there’s no point in going back to my room after that, huh?”

“Such a bad, bad girl.”

~*~*~*~*~

Conner chuckled, “Are you seriously going to sneak into your room after the noise you made last night?”

She narrowed her dark eyes at him and huffed as she slipped her naked body from the bed, grabbed one of Connor’s oversized t-shirts from the clothes basket sitting on his dresser, waiting to be put away, and pulled it on over her head, effectively covering her naked body. “For your information I think you were louder than I was.”

He motioned for her to come back to the bed. “Maybe you should come back here and we’ll see if we can be quiet this time.”

Seeing Connor’s erection forming under the blanket she was tempted, however, there might be a slim chance her mother didn’t hear them. Samantha had ensured that she was up at the break of dawn, much earlier than her mother.

“See you in a bit.” She blew him a kiss, which got her a wink in return.

Tiptoeing out of Connor’s room and to her own she’d almost made it to her door when the door to the room across the hall opened. Samantha’s breath caught in her throat as she watched the spare bedroom door open and with a sigh of relief saw it was only Richard.

“Sam.” Richard’s face flushed as he quietly greeted her and he seemed to be having trouble meeting her eyes, which was a relief to her since she was equally as embarrassed; there was no doubt they’d been heard, by Richard at least.

“I was just…” She looked back to Connor’s closed door and then to the bathroom further down the hall, trying to come up with an excuse.

“Your mother still doesn’t know…” He nodded toward Connor’s room. “So maybe you need to
quietly
go back to your room.”

Her face grew warm with her embarrassment. In the heat of the moment the idea of them hearing their previous night’s exploits was hot in a messed up sort of way, but now… it was just embarrassing.

“So Mom?”

“She took a couple sleeping pills before bed. She was rather worked up over the fact that you’re not coming home with us today.”

“She’s the one who sent me here in the first place!” How dare her mother get upset that she wanted to stay, but she knew her mother was used to getting what she wanted so it wasn’t a surprise.
However, in this instance, she’d already stripped Samantha of everything and there wasn’t a damned thing left that she could do to get her way.

“I wish you wouldn’t be so hard on her, she was just trying to do what she thought was best.”

Samantha planted her hands on her hips and cocked a brow up at Richard. “Really Richard? You think? ’Cause I don’t. She pretty much exiled me from my life and now that she knows I’m happy here she wants me to go back? Screw that.”

Richard frowned. “She loves you, Samantha.”

“She loves herself, Richard. I’ve always been an afterthought. Here with Connor that’s not the case, he treats me like an adult, and I love him.” She was getting so worked up that she hadn’t even realized the “love” word came out until she noticed the expression on Richard’s face change. She nervously looked at Connor’s door and prayed he hadn’t heard, she wasn’t ready to confess the feelings swirling about within her yet. She needed to know he felt the same before exposing her feelings and heart to him.

Richard opened his mouth to respond and then snapped it shut. “I’ll talk to her.”

“Okay.” Spinning on her heel she rushed into her bedroom and closed the door.

Chapter 17

~ One Week Later ~

“So what did she want? Is it all worked out?” Connor asked, sitting down next to her on the sofa and lazily draping an arm along the back and pulling her against his chest.

Samantha stared at her mobile phone a minute, a look of disbelief in her expression. “I… I don’t know…”

Frowning, Connor shifted his position to get a better look at her face. She’d been talking with her mother on the phone a fair amount that week and he could tell it was seriously stressing her out. He’d heard her talking with his brother the previous week and he hadn’t missed her stating she loved him. Those feeling were becoming mutual, but he’d been waiting to tell her until they went to the roping competition. The weekend was going to be more than just the competition, he was determined that it was going to be the most romantic weekend of her life – she deserved as much.

“Well, what did she say?”

Samantha took a deep breath in and slowly released it, then shook her head, tossing her mobile phone onto the coffee table in front of them. “It’s not important.” She attempted to lean into him, but he refused to let her. He could see the conflict in her expression, so there was no way he was able to let it go.

“Samantha. What did she say?”

“She wants me to come back.”

That wasn’t anything new. Her mother was nothing if not persistent.

“And…”

“She said she scored me the cover of
Vogue Italia
.”

“Isn’t that what you’ve always dreamed of?”

“Maybe before. That’s not my life now.”

She was lying, he could see it in her eyes. Maybe modelling and Manhattan wasn’t what she wanted anymore, but it had been at one time and he knew a part of her still missed that life.

“Then go do the photo shoot. The farm will be here when you get back.”

Running a hand through her dark locks, her eyes caught him. “You don’t understand. Nothing with my mother is out of the kindness of her heart, there’s always an agenda and a price to pay.”

“All you have to do is call me when it’s over or when you want to come home and I’ll buy you the ticket.”

“There’s more…”

He cocked a brow at her. “Like what?”

“She wants me to leave for New York tomorrow to get ready for the photo shoot, which is next week.”