CHAPTER TEN
Maisie
The sun shining through the large bay window irritates my eyes, and despite my best efforts, ruins my sleep. Tyler, on the other hand, is still out cold, lying there like a huge bear, bronzed limbs sprawled. How did we even get to the bedroom? The night is such a blur, my swollen pussy lips and sore ass instant reminders of the wild time.
Because our first night as a married couple was anything but ordinary, and I can’t help but wonder if this is what the rest of my life will be like. Careful not to wake him, I slide from Tyler’s chest and make my way to the bathroom. His cum spills out of me when I stand, and I shake my head at our recklessness.
But I guess it’s okay. We’re married now, so it’s not so crazy to go bareback. Besides, the feeling of him exploding in me, the jerking and twitching of a hot cock seated deep drives me crazy. Plus, I love the scent and feel of bubbly hot jism coursing through my insides, making me a woman.
But then a loud noise from the front yard prompts me to peer through the small bathroom window. What in the world? A shiny white Range Rover is pulling up in front of the house, and my heart sinks. Because I know who it is. It’s those damn Morgan brothers come to bother me, but today they’re in for a rude awakening. I’m almost excited for the confrontation, rushing to throw on my silk robe and tumbling down the stairs. Even when we were kids, they were always mean to me, picking on the fat girl, and the torment only got worse with the years.
I can still hear Pa cursing them beneath his breath when they last pressured him to sell, and I’m looking forward to telling them to fuck off. Jacob, the oldest sibling, is just getting out of the Range Rover when I make my way to the front porch. Fuck that expensive car. Pa used to say that money couldn’t buy class, and the Morgan boys are proof.
“Don’t come any further on my property!” I shout while tying my robe tightly to hide my naked body.
“Your property, huh?” sneers Eli as he makes his way around the car. He’s the middle brother, and has actually been kind to me before. When big bro isn’t around, he’s actually decent, but today clearly isn’t one of those days.
“Yes, my Pa left it to me. I have the deed and everything,” I announce, lifting my chin with pride.
“And just what would it take to persuade you to give us that deed?” Mitch pipes up. He’s the youngest brother and has always been Jacob’s nasty sidekick.
“I’m not selling and I’ve told you that a million times. My Pa left this farm to me and I’m going to take care of it just as he wished. You already have so much land, just leave me alone,” I huff, eyes spitting fire.
But the boys won’t be run off so easy.
“What’s a little girl like you gonna do with all this land? You know it’s going to shit as we speak. Might as well get a little cash and be on your way. Name your price, Maisie,” Jacob taunts before flashing his ugly smile with those yellow crooked teeth.
Usually my heart would be racing with fear, but today I’m exhilarated with my secret weapon. I revel in the fact that they have no idea what’s coming to them, and a smile actually spreads across my face as I envision the looks of shock once I share my news.
“What’s so funny? You got a number in mind? Or you want some of this?” Jacob asks before grabbing his crotch with his right hand, smirking while his brothers laugh at his lewd gesture.
“You’re disgusting, Jacob. I would never even want to be alone with you. Besides, I’m married now and my husband takes very good care of the farm, so we’ll be just fine. As a matter of fact, you all might wanna get going because he’ll be up soon, and I don’t think he’ll take kindly to your tone,” I warn them while crossing my arms, and just as I expect, a look of shock crosses their faces.
My smile spreads as I watch them exchange disbelieving looks, but then they start gaping at the front door, going googly eyed. Turning, I see Tyler’s broad form on the porch and let out a joyful “yeehaw!” inside. Because they’re intimidated for sure. My husband is huge and gorgeous, with shoulders like a tank and a mean scowl on his face right now.
“There he is,” I say airily, beaming my pride. “That’s my new man, did I mention?”
But instead of scurrying away, the Morgan boys break out in laughter. Jacob’s literally bent over in two, clutching his stomach, while Eli lets out a weird “hee haw, hee haw” noise, like a donkey’s bray.
“That’s your husband?” gasps Mitch, wiping at his eyes.
I stare at him fiercely. What the fuck? What the fuck is so funny? I won’t have them disrespecting my new man. So on the offensive, I attack.
“Yes,” come my fierce words. “And Tyler handles everything on the farm, so we’ll never sell to you.”
But the Morgans take it in a stride, breaking out into gales of snuffles and snorts, barely able to stand.
“Shit Ty! I really doubted you,” calls Eli. “We thought you might have fucked up and gone back east, but you’ve really outdone yourself! You da man, bro, you da man.”
“When you talked about thinking out of the box, I didn’t know you meant a woman’s box,” guffaws Mitch, making curvy gestures with his hand. “Tell me, did her box taste good? Was it worth it, sweet and tight?”
All three brothers begin to slap each other on the back, congratulating each other in their hysteria. What the hell is going on? Why isn’t my husband wringing their necks? And how do they know him, anyways?
“What’s going on?” I demand, glancing over at my husband. But his blue gaze is fixed on the brothers, a nerve pulsing in his jaw.
“Oh, sweet Maisie, let me fill you in,” Jacob begins and Eli covers his mouth to muffle the laughter.
“Tyler here is our bro! That’s right, there are actually four of us, you never met him because he left for school ten years ago. He came over to close the deal on your farm and it seems he’s done just that,” Jacob guffaws again, bending over with glee. “We didn’t know you wanted dick for your land. You shoulda told us! You coulda had all of us, sweet thing!” he hollers merrily. “Four for the price of one!”
“What?”
The word falls out of my mouth as air leaves my lungs. My stomach lunges like I’ve just gone down the big dip on a roller coaster.
“Well, you just said he takes care of everything, Maisie. And you’re right,” Eli smirks. “He’s taken care of everything, you dumb bitch. Your land belongs to us now.”
“Or what did she call it? You said it was ‘ya’lls farm’, right?” Eli manages as he moves his index finger between Tyler and me.
“Tyler, what are they talking about?” my eyes beg for an explanation. But he doesn’t say a word, the answer is in those tortured blue eyes like a storm brewing in the sky.
“Tyler,” I try again, pleading now. “Please, say it’s not true.”
The alpha takes a deep breath, that huge chest rising before turning to look at me.
“Baby, I swear it’s not like that,” he starts and then shoots a glare at the Morgans, who are still laughing like hyenas. “Shut the fuck up!” he growls, fierce and commanding, and to my surprise, the three nincompoops actually do as they’re told, traps slamming closed.
“Maisie,” he starts. “I had no idea how beautiful, and sweet, and funny –” he tries to tell me what I know will be a long explanation, but I want the truth and I want it now.
“Tyler, are these your brothers?” I ask, my voice trembling as his hands reach down and grasp my tiny fingers. “Tell me your last name is Morgan by coincidence,” comes my plea.
There’s a pained pause where he can’t meet my eyes.
“Maisie, I love you. I swear to God,” his eyes cloud over when I gasp in disbelief, snatching my hands from his before backing away slowly, eyes tearing.
“Maisie …,” he tries again, taking another step towards me, agony clouding those blue eyes.
But I can’t believe it. This is my worst nightmare come true. I’ve just married a man who is my mortal enemy. His family’s been torturing mine for the past couple years, defacing our cars, pissing on our property and coming onto me with all sorts of disgusting gestures and remarks.
And now, I’ve married one of them. I let an evil man into my heart, home, and body, spreading my legs when he wants, giving him my all as I cream hotly, moaning for more.
Oh god, what have I done?
Is my farm lost?
What options are there?
Backing away with trembling steps, eyes fixed on Tyler’s face, I shake my head.
“No, I can’t believe it,” comes my whisper. “God, please no.”
“Maisie,” tries Tyler again, anguish filling those blue eyes. “Please baby, just listen …”
But I can’t take it anymore.
“Get out!” I scream, once I’m safely on the porch, clutching the bannister wildly. I’m sure my face is red, hair witchy, but I don’t care. I have to get away, I have to run him off my property before I fall apart into a million shards, heart broken and soul torn to pieces.
But the big man doesn’t give up so easily.
“Maisie, baby, please hear me out,” he pleads with his hands held out, that hulking frame about to come up onto the porch.
“Don’t you come over here!” I scream now, the words like a banshee on max volume. “Get away!”
“Maisie,” he growls, eyes ablaze, one foot already on the lowest step. “Watch your mouth,” he says through clenched teeth and that just makes my blood pressure rise even more.
“No!” comes my scream. “Are you fucking kidding me, Tyler? Get the fuck out! I never want to see you again!” is my furious shriek, and this time he moves towards me as I back away.
“Maisie, when I came here I was a different person,” he rumbles, eyes intent, voice urgent. “You have to believe me. I was injured, and when I saw you, everything changed. Everything. Please believe me.”
But the time for lies is over.
“I don’t even know you, Tyler,” I shake my head, unable to process all that’s been revealed.
“You know me,” he says fiercely. “You know this,” he says, pointing at his head, “this,” he says, indicating his heart, “and this,” he finishes, with a gesture at his crotch.
That throws me over the edge because it sums up everything I’ve lost. My head, heart and body, enslaved to the big man, his to do with what he likes. Oh god, oh god, how did this happen? How did I come to worship the cowboy, only to find out he’s a traitor? But like Pa taught me, never let them see you sweat.
So taking a deep breath, I fix him with my own fierce glare.
“Get. Off. My. Property.” The words come out between clenched teeth, but they’re totally clear.
“Baby, please,” he rasps hoarsely and I lose all control.
“GET THE FUCK OUT! GO BACK TO YOUR MANSION WITH YOUR ASSHOLE BROTHERS, YOU PIECE OF SHIT! GET OUT, GET OUT, GET OUT!” I scream, flying into hysteria, face red and mottled, spitting my words. But I don’t care. The explosion of rage is like the top coming off a pressure cooker, and it actually feels good.
Tyler winces, my words slapping him across the face, making the big man flinch, big body jerking.
But I don’t care. He deserves this. He never told me who he was, making like an innocent. There were so many opportunities. He could have told me while we were eating lunch. Or dinner. Or having sex. Or working the farm. Anytime would have been fine, so what the fuck justifies this betrayal? Oh god, oh god.
And finally, the cowboy gets it. Tyler lifts his head and looks directly into my eyes. I can see misery and chaos swirling in his crystal blues, his mouth half-opening.
But then, a tear finds its way down my cheek, hot and liquid, and that stops him. Oh god. Why do I have to cry in front of him? I want to be as powerful as Wonderwoman, as haughty as Cleopatra. But I’m just me, plain old Maisie, with not a cent to her name nor a friend in the world.
So turning, I hunch my shoulders, hiding my tears.
“Please leave,” come my muffled words, broken and painful.
“Maisie …” the cowboy tries again.
“Just go,” come my words dully.
And finally, his steps retreat. I hear the scuff of boots, the slam of the car door, and then the Range Rover squealing. Strangely, the Morgan boys don’t say anything, merely piling into the vehicle before roaring off in a cloud of dust.
Forcing myself to move, I stumble to the couch, grabbing the arm with white knuckled fingers. Oh god, oh god! But now that I’m alone, the dam bursts. I give in, collapsing onto the cushion, bent over in two with pain.
My chest heaves as I cry uncontrollably, heart shattered into a million pieces. How could I be so stupid? I thought Tyler was my savior, yet all along he was the enemy. I was literally sleeping with the enemy.
And like a sick joke, something warm and oozy trails down my thigh then, slick and wet. Looking down with horror, more of his cum slides down my leg, a reminder of our loving. Oh god, oh god. The semen of the enemy is still inside me, and the realization makes me break down further, keeled over wailing my pain.
But like a dirty girl, I can’t resist. Because the mass of emotions is too confusing, swirling through my head, heart and soul. And like a woman in a trance, I reach down, stroking over the trail of cum and lift my goopy fingers to my lips. Yes, that’s right, I tasted his cum, savoring the sweet and salty, the last remnants of this man, swallowing with hunger and desperation.
Because he’s still my Tyler. He’s still the man I fell in love with, the cowboy who rescued a lonely girl. Except it was all fake. It was a lie the entire time, and I’m the one who was taken. I was the stupid fool who threw herself into a fairytale, thinking there was a happy ending at the bottom of the rainbow.
But there isn’t, at least not for a poor girl like me. So I’ve gotta get out of here. I don’t know where I’m going, but staying here after this disaster is out of the question. There’s the bed where he took my virginity. The couch where we made love. The floor, the kitchen counter, the bedside table, every single place is covered with his spunk and my pussy juices. There are too many bad memories, too many painful recollections. I’ve got to leave.
Fumbling through my drawers, my hands throw random things into a duffel, breath coming fast and hot. Tears trail down my cheeks and painful sobs burst from my chest as I pack. Because the Double H is all I’ve ever known, the only place I’ve ever called home. So now that I’ve lost it all … what comes next?