Ellie Hawkins is no little girl. She turned into one hell of beautiful woman. And a bold one at that. Who knew the little kid who gawked at me for hours would turn into the beauty who visually devoured me moments ago?

Gone are the pigtails and in their place is a head full of flowing blonde curls that fall over her shoulders and sit on top of her full breasts. A body that once could only be described as two-by-four straight, now has the curves of an hourglass that her jeans and T-shirt hug lovingly. Big breasts, narrow waist, wide hips, and thighs I'm certain will feel plush against my pounding hips.

Nope. Elizabeth Hawkins is no longer a little girl. She is a woman, and what she doesn’t know is she’s mine.

My hand finds its way under the towel. I let the terry cloth fall to the cement floor and grip my cock tight. Making my way back under the shower head, I turn the water back on and stroke myself. Only this time, I close my eyes and see Ellie’s face. It’s her lips wrapped around my dick, and instead of my palm pulling and squeezing, it’s her tongue licking and sucking until I find my release.

Oh Ellie, you have no idea what’s in store for you.

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I pick a dozen wildflowers on my way to the main house. Mostly daisies and a couple of smaller sunflowers. I like them best because they remind me of Ellie. When she was a teen, she loved them, and I often left one for her in the tack room. Who knows if she knew it was me. All I knew was that she loved them and making her smile was my reward. Back then we were four years apart which seemed like a canyon to cross, so I stayed on my side and watched her grow up from a distance. Now she’s twenty-three and I’m twenty-seven. The age difference is negligible.

I knock three times when I arrive at the main house, and Mrs. Hawkins swings the door wide. “You don’t have to knock, Cooper, you’re like family. Come on in. Ellie’s dying to see you.”

I suppress the laugh that’s threatening to burst free. Ellie already saw me. All of me. “I can’t wait to see her.” All of her, naked, and underneath me sweating and moaning until she falls apart in my arms.

Mrs. Hawkins looks down at the flowers. “That is so thoughtful. There’s tea in the kitchen and a mason jar you can put those flowers in.”

I walk past her to the big open kitchen and hear her calling for Elli to come and see me. Will she come down right away? In front of her family, will she be so brazen? Or will she resort back to the innocent I’d left behind when I went to Brazil four years ago?

She floats into the room in a sundress the color of the flowers I picked on my way. I pull the biggest sunflower from the bunch and hand it to her.

She smells the bloom. “Thank you. I love these flowers.” Her fingertips brush the velvety petals.

“I know.” I lean in and kiss her cheek, lingering a moment longer than necessary. She smells like the night blooming jasmine that crawls up the trellis outside my front door. “You smell like dessert,” I whisper before I pull away.

A rose-red blush blooms across her cheeks. She grabs for the mason jar that her mother mentioned and slides into a stool at the island before arranging the stems.

“When did you get here?”

I pull out the stool next to her and sit, making sure my thigh runs the length of hers. “I just came today.” It is no mistake that I emphasized that word and when her eyes race from my face to my crotch, I know she got it.

“I mean…” She pulls her lower lip between her teeth.

“I know what you mean.” I pull a few flowers from the pile and snap the stems in half so they will fit nicely in the jar. “I got back to Wyoming last week. I purchased some of your brother’s cattle and we herded the first batch to my ranch today.”

Her eyes light up. “So, you’re staying?”

We reach for the same flower and my hand folds over hers. “I’m all in, sweetheart.”

Just then, Mrs. Hawkins walks into the kitchen and Ellie jumps from her seat like she’s been burned. “Did you see the flowers Cooper brought?” She takes the long way around the island to set the flowers onto the table. It is the longest table I’ve ever seen. Long enough to lay Ellie on and feast on her for hours. My dick twitches in my pants and I know I have to keep those thoughts out of my head until we’re alone.

Showing all of me to Ellie is a different experience than showing all of me to the rest of the Hawkins family.

Her mom walks by me and ruffles my hair the way she always did when I was a boy. “He’s a good boy,” she says.

“Hardly a boy, Mom.” Ellie walks to the other side of the island and leans over, giving me an eyeful of her cleavage. So this is how she wants to play it. A little innocence. A lot of sexy.

“You know what I mean. I’ll always see you two as kids.” She sees the empty cup in front of me. “Pour the boy a glass of tea, Ellie. Where are your manners?”

She wraps her fingers around the glass, and I can’t take my eyes off the way she grips it. “I’m pretty sure Cooper can figure it out. He seems like the kind of man who knows how to get what he wants.” She dips the pitcher enough to create a waterfall of tea and pulls it upright before it overflows. “Am I right?” she asks as she slides the glass across the counter.

My fingers skim hers. “Absolutely.” I stare at her, hoping my eyes say everything my mouth cannot, due to her mom’s proximity.

“What about you, Ellie? Now that you’re back from college, what are your plans?” I pull the tea to my lips. Funny how she stares at my lips, the same way she used to stare at me when I stacked hay bales. The same way she stared at me in the showers today. Like she wants to eat me, and I’m totally on board.

“Oh, I thought I’d flirt with the idea of trying someone… I mean something new. Like getting a job.”

A deep laugh rumbles in my chest. “Accounting right?” I rise from the stool and walk over to her side of the island and lean my body into hers so we are once again touching. The sizzle that races through me can’t be chalked up to anything but pure animalistic desire.

“Take your tea outside. You’re crowding my kitchen.” Ellie’s mom, Amy, plops two loaves of bread on the counter and slathers it with garlic and butter.

I fill my glass and another for Ellie and lead her onto the big wooden deck that overlooks acres of prime grazing land.

Once we’re alone and out of sight, I sit the drinks on the table and push her toward the rail, pinning her between my arms. “You’re playing with fire.”

“Am I?” She walks her fingers up my shirt and flattens her palms on my chest.

I love the way my muscles tense and tingle with her touch. The way my heart pounds against my chest cavity. Years ago, she warmed my heart with the little doodles she wrote and left behind. “You have never been far from my thoughts.” I look behind me to make sure we can’t be seen before I nip at her bottom lip.

She runs her hands up my chest to wrap around my neck. “You’ve consumed mine.” She pulls me down and covers my mouth with hers. The kiss is hot and desperate and I can’t resist taking a taste of what she’s offering.

I lean back and look down at her beautiful face. “This only ends one way, Ellie.”

She looks up at me with eyes the color of new-bloomed clover. “How’s that Cooper? How will this end?”

With my lips whispering against her ear I say, “With my cock buried inside your tight pussy and you screaming my name.”

Her body shivers against mine. “What if I’m not a screamer?”

“Oh, you’ll scream.” I nip at the lobe of her ear. “I can hardly wait.”

She ducks under my arms and walks toward the tea on the table. “You’ll have to.” The screen door pops open. “Hi, Daddy.” She tiptoes up and places a kiss on her father’s cheek. “How was your day?”

The next hour is pure torture. Ellie sits next to me. The smell of her eases into my cells and grips my dick from the inside out. We talk about driving the cattle to my ranch. About life in Brazil. About Brent taking over the Hawkins ranch.

“I saw your truck over near the foreman’s cabin. The only thing turned on over there is the water.”

Ellie stiffens a bit, and I want to laugh. “I used the showers today but noticed the electricity wasn’t connected. Since I’m staying here for a few days, what do I need to do to hook it up?”

“Unless you’re an electrician, there’s not much you can do. The last storm caused that big oak behind the house to fall and the line was severed.” Ellie’s dad looks toward the stairs. “You can take Brent’s old room upstairs unless you want to bunk with Brent.”

“Jeez Tom, you can’t like Cooper much if you're suggesting he stay at Brent’s.” Amy crumples up a napkin and tosses it at her husband. “Our son may live on his own, but he’s still got the hygiene of a twelve-year-old.” She looks at Cooper. “You stay in Brent’s room.”

“Thank you.” I risk a quick glance at Ellie who has her poker face pasted on but under the table her knee bobs up and down until I place my hand on it. “It’ll be nice to spend some quality time with all of you.”

Amy pushes away from the table and stands. “It’s settled then, you're sleeping next to Ellie. I mean in the room next to Ellie. How about dessert?”

I let my hand drift up Ellie’s inner thigh. Her skin is as soft as velvet. Back and forth I skim the sensitive skin at the edge of her dress. “Dessert sounds amazing. I’ve been looking forward to it all day long.” My fingers dare to dance beneath the fabric and her thighs clamp shut, trapping my hand just as I reach her treasure box.

“Ellie helped make the pie.” Amy says as she places the pie plate on the table. “You will love her pie.”

“There’s no doubt in my mind.” I wiggle my hand and she relaxes her grip, letting my fingers trace the near soaked swatch of her panties.

Regrettably, I am forced to pull my hand from between her legs when Amy passes a piece of pie my way. One glance around the table and I know only one person has picked up the double entendre of the evening.

Tom and Brent are in deep conversation about the cattle while Amy disappears into the kitchen to find the whipped cream.

I fork a piece of pie and put it in my mouth.

Ellie turns her body to face me. “How do you like my pie?” She asks, sweetly.

I set down my fork and pull the fingers that recently brushed against her damp panties into my mouth. “Delicious.”

Her mouth drops almost to her chin. Something tells me that Ellie has more sass than practice, but I’ll enjoy teaching her everything she needs to know to please me.