Chapter Three
Major
While climbing into the truck, I think about how much Tanya seemed to like the house. Hopefully, she will be able to talk her mother into moving here. I wasn’t joking about needing someone to watch over the place, and Tanya’s mom will be perfect. Tucker and I have been considering asking one of the farmhands to move into the place, but most of them have never turned down a beer in their lives. They’re good to have around the farm, but I doubt we could trust them to keep sober enough to watch out for unwanted guests. Plus, if Tanya’s mom starts watching over the farm that means my girl will be in White Chapel, too.
We may have just met, but I know she is my girl. Tucker was right; I knew it with one fucking look. It was like a bullet tearing through my flesh and damn near as painful. I was knocked dumb and mute for a moment, trying to figure out what the hell was going on with me. The minute she turned those big blue eyes on me, I had only one thing on my mind, getting her into my bed and keeping her there for a long damn time.
The urge to breed her hit me like a punch to the gut. With one look, I wanted to plant my seed deep inside her and force her to carry it for the next nine months, so no other fucker would even think about laying their hands on what is mine. Then, I planned to do it again and again for the next twenty years or so. That’s still my plan; I just have to get her in bed first.
As I start down the driveway, my cock inches its way up my zipper, reminding me that it’s ready to get the show on the road. I don’t even try to be discreet when I reach down and readjust it. The fucker is so hard; I gotta do something to relieve the pressure. If not, I’ll be fucking her in the bed of my truck. That’s not necessarily a bad idea, but for some reason, I want this first time to be in my bed. I want to see her gorgeous blond hair spread across my sheets while I touch every inch of her exquisite body.
“Seems like you got a little problem there,” Tanya says with a laugh.
I peek at her, finding her eyes glued to my jean covered cock. “There’s nothing little about it, but you’ll be finding that out for yourself soon enough.”
“I’m sure I will enjoy every inch of it,” she replies, licking her lips.
“I’ll make sure you do.” Shooting her a wink, I look back at the road.
After just a couple minutes, I slow the truck down and turn onto the gravel road that leads to my house. We drive for nearly two miles, passing nothing but open land before I turn into my driveway.
“Where in the world are you taking me?” she asks, sounding a bit nervous.
I look around, taking in our surroundings and understand her anxiety. Trees canopy the road, blocking out nearly all of the sun. The gravel is thinner here than on the road we just turned from, leaving a ton of ruts in the road. Other than the occasional deer or rabbit, there is not another living soul in miles. In a way, I guess it could all be scary to someone that has never been back here, but I love the solitude.
“I told you; I’m taking you home, baby,” I reply, laying my hand on her thigh. “We’ll be there in just a minute.”
She pulls in a deep breath, fidgeting in her seat. “Where the hell do you live, on the set of Deliverance?”
I laugh, giving her thigh a tight squeeze. “I don’t hear any banjos, and as far as I know, I’m the only hillbilly here.”
We finally make it past the trees as the road opens to more open fields. My house is on the back of the main farm. In fact, it’s directly north of the main house. If you walked south, out my back door, you’d be on Tucker’s back porch by dusk. If you went east, you’d be on my brother Gunnar’s land by midnight.
My part of the farm isn’t much different than Tucker’s. Where he has a barn, I only have a small stable to house my personal stock. I don’t have a corral, like the main farm does, just an open area for my beauties to run free, and a few of them are doing that right now.
Raising my hand, I point out the window. “Take a look.”
“I don’t know if I’ve ever seen anything that damn cute before,” she says, looking over at my favorite mare and her little filly.
“That’s Sunbeam and her baby, Cotton.” I reply, slowing down to a near stop. “My dad gave me the mare not long before he died; she’s more of a pet than a breeder. Cotton will probably be her last foal.”
“I’m sorry you lost your dad.” She lays her hand over mine, giving it a squeeze. “I lost my grandpa about six years ago. I know it’s not the same, but he was more of a father to me than my own dad has ever been, so I know that loss cuts deep.”
The cut is deep. Sometimes, I swear it is all the way down to the bone. Even with all the time that has passed, I still feel his loss each and every damn day. The pain might not be as fresh, but it still hurts. I’ve come to learn that pain is never going to go away.
Where Tucker was close to Mom, I was always closer with Dad. Granted, both my brothers were tight with Dad, but not like me. I stuck by his side, following him around like a shadow. He was my hero, still is. One day, I hope to become half the man he was.
Not wanting to dwell on Dad’s loss, I speed up the truck. “Do you like to ride?”
“I’ve never ridden before, but I’d like to give it a try,” she answers, sounding ready to have a go at it right now.
Smiling over at her, I shoot her another wink. “I got something else for you to ride right now, but I’ll introduce you to Sunbeam later. She’ll go easy on you for your first ride, but I promise, I won’t.”
Finally pulling to a stop in front of the house, I shut off the truck and take out the keys. Jumping out and slamming my door, without saying a word to Tanya, I run to her door and open it. Reaching in to unlock her seatbelt, I help her climb down and then wrap my hand around hers. Leading her across the yard, I head straight to the porch.
She jerks on my arm, pulling me to a stop and takes a look around. “Now this house seems more your style.”
It’s more of a lodge than a real house, a huge ass cabin but a cabin all the same. It was built using logs taken from the farm, each one chosen by my brothers or me. Other than a quick coat of poly, they’re completely unfinished. Even the doors are made from the same wood, only planed to a smooth finish. The roof is covered in bright red metal, the same metal I used on the stable and the shed out back. It’s nice but rustic, just the way I wanted it to be.
“It’s simple and manly, yet appealing at the same time.” She looks up at me with a grin on her face. “Just like you.”
“Are you calling me simple?” I ask, cocking my brow.
Tanya laughs and says, “It seems like when you want something, you take it, no questions asked. That is very simple and manly, but also very appealing.”
Her words remind me of what I want right now. “Come on, baby. I got a mind to take something I want right now.”
I slowly lead her up the porch steps and inside the front door. As soon as we step inside, I pull her into my arms and look down at her beautiful face. My dick thumps against the denim of my Levi’s in appreciation of her beauty. I swear she is fucking perfection.
Her long golden blond hair hangs in waves down her back, the silky strands resting on the top of my arm. Her bright blue eyes remind me of the bluebells that line the pasture every spring. She’s got one of those cute button noses that tip just a bit at the end and the pinkest lips I’ve ever seen. She’s a bit taller than most of the women I’ve dated. The tip of her head nearly reaches my chin, making her around five eight or so. Her body is a little thicker, too. She’s not heavy, just has a little extra flesh where it’s needed the most.
Unable to stop myself, I crush my lips onto hers. I force her lips open, sweeping my tongue inside for a quick taste. Fuck, she tastes amazing. Kissing her is like sucking on a ripe strawberry and then chasing it down with a seventy-year-old bottle of single malt.
Finally pulling back, I draw in a deep breath and look down at her. “Once I take you up to my bedroom, I’m never letting you out.”
“Are you gonna chain me to your bed, cowboy?” she says with a saucy smile.
Stepping back and grabbing her hand, I cock my brow at her. “If that’s what it takes to keep your ass where it belongs.”
Letting go of her hand, I place my hands under her ass, jerking her up. She wraps her legs around my waist, and I head up the stairs without delay. Stopping on the landing, I slam her back against the wall and meld my lips to hers again. As her tongue duels with mine, my cock weeps for joy. The need to be inside her is making it nearly impossible to walk the few feet to my room, but I fight it long enough to pull my lips from hers.
“I want to fuck you right here.” I growl, trying to pull in some much needed air.
Her bright blue eyes are glazed over with lust as she nods. “That sounds like a really good idea to me.”
Knowing I need to have her in my bed the first time at least, I carry her to my door. Pushing it open with my foot, I carry her to the bed and drop her. She bounces once, and I’m on top of her before she can settle into place. We’re both so hungry that our clothes seem to just disappear, a shirt here, jeans there.
“Fuck, baby. You are outstanding,” I say, looking down at her naked body.
On my knees between her legs, I take in all that will soon be mine. Her body is even better than I imagined; tight and firm, but also soft and curvy. Her legs are long and toned, covered in a golden tan. Her entire body is the same hue, except for small triangles outlining her rose-tinted nipples and a small V over the line of golden fuzz leading to her pretty pink pussy.
“Major, you were certainly right,” she whispers, looking down at my hard cock. “There’s nothing little about you.”
Wrapping a hand around my girth, I slide it up and down. “I was built for your pleasure, baby girl.”
Still stroking myself, I lean forward and give her nipple a quick twist. She jumps a bit, coming an inch or two off the bed. I repeat it with the other and lean down to give them both a gentle kiss. Running my tongue over the pebbled peak, I give it a sharp nibble.
“Harder, cowboy,” she orders, pressing her tit in my mouth.
Instead of listening, I pull back completely and smile. “We do this my way.”
Covering her bare body with mine, I slide the tip of my cock through her damp folds and give her clit a quick tap. My lips meet hers again, taking in her essence as my cock rubs up and down her slit. She lifts her hips up, just enough to grind against my cock. A moan leaves her lips, just as a groan rushes past mine.
Moving one hand to her thigh, I run it down her smooth leg and back up again. “I want to taste you.”
“No, please not now,” She begs, wrapping her legs around my ass. “Later, but I need you in me now.”
Willing to give into her this one time, I pull back and surge into her with one brutal thrust. The need to dominate her is controlling my movements. My cock kisses her cervix with each downward glide. She meets me stroke for stroke, rocking her hips against mine.
“Condom,” she gasps out between thrusts.
I go in deep, burying myself to the hilt. “Nothing comes between this pussy and me, not even a fucking piece of latex.”
I reach between our bodies, playing with her clit as I glide in and out. When her walls start to squeeze around my length, my balls tighten and start to tingle. Pulling out to the tip, I slam back in. I pull out and thrust back in, again and again, each stroke harder and deeper than the one before. I need to claim her, mark her with my seed.
Pinching her clit tightly, she lets out a strangled scream and presses her head into the pillow. Her soft pussy clenches tightly around my cock, pulling me in even deeper than before. I stroke quickly in and out, forcing her body to reach an even higher peak. Finally, as her orgasm subsides, I slam into her once more and stay seated. Burying my face in her neck, I groan out the best release of my life.
Taking in a deep breath, I roll over and pull her into my arms. “You’re mine now, Tanya. You can forget ever leaving this house.”
“So do you plan on chaining me to the bed?” She lets out a breathless laugh.
“Nope,” I smile, tightening my arms around her. “I plan on putting a ring on your finger and planting a baby in your belly. Those will be the only chains I need.”
She laughs louder, shaking her head at my words. I know she thinks I’m just teasing, but she’s wrong. Tanya is mine now, and she will be for the rest of my life.