I’d been hard on Curt, but then he deserved it, and I wanted him to suffer the consequences of his actions. I couldn't have him thinking that just because we were married, he could do whatever he wanted with me.

That wasn't the way that our arrangement was going to work. All I wanted was respect. We couldn’t just stay married, not if we wanted all of the land. I just finished talking to the lawyer, and he confirmed that we owned half the land, but to get the other half, we were going to have to get along a whole lot better to bring a baby into the equation.

I took a deep breath as I headed towards the stables. I knew that Curt was still working in them and I had to tell him the good news. It was ours, and with a signature, we could get the money that we need to do whatever we wanted, but there was still the baby clause that we were going to have to deal with at some point. It kept running through my mind, no matter how hard I tried to avoid it.

I’d planned on going out later that night just to get out of the house. Sometimes it felt suffocating being with Curt all the time. I know that some couples loved the ranch life because it allowed husband and wife to be side-by-side all the time. It was getting clearer to me that Curt and I weren’t one of those couples.

Hell, we weren’t even a couple in the first place. We did it to get what we wanted, and we were half way there. Why couldn’t I get him off my mind? He’d been consuming my thoughts a lot more than I’d like to admit, even when we were in the same vicinity. My thoughts would always wonder what he was up to.

I needed to get out of there. Maybe call a girlfriend to join me and make sure we don’t even mention, let alone talk about Curt.

“Curt!”

I shouted out as I stood by the stable doors. For some reason, my heart was racing out of control. I didn’t want us to have a full conversation. I just wanted to tell him the news about us taking possessive ownership of half the land, and then I’d be on my way.

There was no response from him and not a soul in sight.

I headed deeper into the stable checking in on the horses, and the only sounds were them chewing on hay as they watched me walk through the barn. A couple of them even turned away.

That was the thing about horses; sometimes they were as rude as people. They could pretend that you were their best friends or their worst enemy. The stables were so damn quiet; there was no way that Curt could’ve been in there. I would’ve heard him working, but there was nothing except the sound of the horses. It was so damn quiet.

Maybe he left? Maybe he’s in his room. I was just about to turn around when I felt him pin me against the door as he drove his mouth against mine. I should’ve been frightened, but I wasn’t.

As soon as I realized it was him, I relaxed in his arms as he held me against the old wooden barn wall and kissed me with a passion that burned hotter than the bright orange sun hanging in the sky.

I practically melted as he touched me, and returned his deep kiss as I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him closer to me.

My yellow summer dress left nothing to the imagination apart from the top, where my breasts were on display. Normally, I wore jeans, but there was something about being on the ranch that inspired me to dress more womanly. Working with all of the animals on the farm left me feeling like less of a woman, and more like a man.

I wanted to feel more feminine. It was something that rarely bothered me, but as I got older, I felt the need to look nice and wanted to feel desired once in a while, but the attention that I was getting from Curt was so overpowering that it was managing to make me weak at the knees.

I broke away for a second; I knew that I didn’t have long because he was on a mission and that mission was me.

“I came here to tell you something…”

“Yeah?” He nestled his mouth against the curve of my neck. “Well, I came here to show you something.”

He rose his eyebrow as he pushed his erection against my belly, and waited for me to react to him. Maybe the only reason I wore this dress, was to show him what he was missing, to make him feel the desire that I hold on to so dearly for him.

He seized me firmly and held me up to be the same height as him. Then he lifted me up so that our mouths were the same height.

The thought of some of the workers seeing us crossed my mind, but soon, I didn’t care as our mouths met. I looped my arms around him and ran my fingers through his hair.

He groaned as our bodies are pressed against each other, and he continued grinding his erection against me. Every single time I moaned as I remembered our honeymoon, and the time that I lost my virginity.

Curt was the type of lover that there would be no holding back. I tried to focus on him, but I knew that he was watching me. Waiting to see if I would protest and tell him to stop. It would be a lie. This was what I wanted, and it started and ended with my husband.

“Jesus! You’re so wet!”

I felt the pressure of his cock against me, and it drove me even wilder. His strength had me banging against the door, where we kept the supplies. The smell of hay filled my senses, and there was something primal about the way he grabbed me and pinned me against the wall. It was as if he was claiming me; taking ownership of what belonged to him.

“Are you sure that you want me to take you?”

He snarled as he broke away and then started to nibble on my neck.

“This is what you came here for!”

I shook my head, but no words were leaving my mouth. His touch melted me to my core, and I ached for him to be inside of me. Curt didn’t know how much power he had over me, but then neither did I—until now.

“You’re so fucking sexy and as for that dress. It was like Christmas come early when I saw you walk in here with it on. I knew that you forgave me. I knew that you were just pretending. Hope, I know you better than you do.”

I hated the idea that he was right and that scared me even more. Curt might like to pretend that he doesn’t pay attention, but I knew better—at least I did now. He held on to me with one hand, so easily, and used the other to rip my panties between my legs.

“Curt!” I yelled out as they floated to the ground.

He was acting as if he wanted me so badly that I couldn’t help but squirm against his fingers, which were slowly tracing up my legs as he started to prepare me for what was to come. His touch felt electric as it sent waves of pleasure through me. I tried to stable myself against the door as he started to unbuckle his pants with his other hand. I open my legs even wider as he began to caress me gently and traced his cock against my entrance.

I wanted him to go inside me. I needed to fill him moving and filling me, just like on our wedding night. Before I knew it, he entered me, stretching me around the girth of his thick cock.

“Yes!”

He was enjoying it as much as I was as he took complete control. Closing my eyes, I concentrated on how he felt inside of me and how he moved. His hips bucked back and forth, like pistons in an engine. Still secured by his strong grip, he held me against the barn wall and began to have his way with me, and I surrendered completely.

I started to drip sweat from my head downwards as he began to fuck me harder. No longer was he teasing, but fucking me as the only sound was the door banging at the back of me and Curt’s hip movement.

Wrapping my legs tighter around him, I gripped onto him, forcing him to push deeper inside of me. I wanted to feel every single inch of his swollen cock as it entered me over and over again.

He pulled down the front of my dress and bra, causing my breasts to spill over the top of the cups and took my nipple in his mouth as he continued fucking me against the wooden wall.

This was completely different from the honeymoon, that wasn’t on impulse. I knew that it was in the cards, but this was a case of him just taking me with no warning. Every time I felt as if I knew him, he showed a different side of himself, one that made me think that I’d married a complete stranger. It didn’t scare me, though; if anything it intrigued me even more.

Maybe Curt Winston had changed after all.

“You’re so fucking tight. I want to come inside you right now,” he moaned, his warm breath tickling my neck and ear.

He wasn’t the only one as my body started to jerk in preparation for what was about to be my biggest climax ever.

“Come with me, baby!”

I said, and as if on cue, with his fat cock, he chuckled, “You’re so hungry for me right now!”

He had no idea how right he was right. I wanted him to make me feel like a woman. Only something that Curt had a habit of doing, there was nothing shameful or dirty about what we were doing.

We were married.

The chemistry between us was taking over my body and mind. It was as if he’d put a spell on me as I started to shout out obscenities as he pressed his lips against mine to stop me from talking. He wanted to be in control of everything, and I let him because it felt so right.

His cock just kept thrusting harder and faster. I knew that he was going to make me come as his fingers started to tease me too.

Fuck, he was holding me as if I weighed nothing more than a feather. He did it with such confidence and ease that it was the sexiest thing I’d ever experienced.

Curt always had a way with my body, and I guess some things never change because he knew exactly what to do and when to do it.

I couldn’t scream as I felt my body buckle and my vision shatter as I rocked against him and at the same time, Curt Typically right along with my moans of passion. It was as if he couldn’t hold back any longer and I felt him pumping his come inside me.

In that final moment, he took his lips off of mine. “Oh god, Hope,” he said between thrusts.

Then I knew that he was done as I started to feel the emptiness between my legs. His breathing was out of control, and he hugged me so tightly as he was trying to catch his breath. My eyes were closed as I thought about what had just happened. I felt like a sweaty mess, but I didn’t care, because it was all a result of my husband making me his, owning me.

He slowly lowered me to the ground as I caught my breath. I started to think about if one of the ranch hands were still around. Had they heard us? Would they look at us in a different light?

I had to remind myself that we were married, this wasn’t the same as when we were kids fooling around in the stable. I laughed as he buckled up and acted as if nothing had taken place only a few seconds ago.

He slowly smiled at me as he zipped his fly. “Your cheeks are so flushed. Are you embarrassed?”

I ignored his comment as I thought about the reason that I’d been looking for him in the first place. My heart started to slow down, and I was still trying to gain consciousness as I spoke.

“I came here to tell you something. I was getting ready to go to the bar, but I wanted to tell you what the lawyer said,” I said.

“What? Who were you going to the bar with?”

He looked at me curiously.

“I was going to call some girls and find out who was free to have a couple of drinks. I just wanted to get out of here for a bit. Besides the lawyer called, the land’s ours.”

He beamed down at me and lifted me up in the air, twirling me around.

“I knew that you could do it, darling!”

I shook my head patting his shoulder for him to put me back down.

“I didn’t do anything, it was part of the terms. Remember?”

He dropped me like a lead balloon as if I was going to tell him some catches. The part that we both avoided talking about at the best of times.

“We only get half the land, because we need to fulfill the other terms of the probate. We need to have a baby!”

He laughed, “Well, if we didn’t make one just now, then let’s go and do it.”

He grabbed my hand, but I pulled it away from him. “Curt, it’s not that easy. A baby’s a big responsibility, and we can get out of marriage, but we can’t get out of having a baby.”

“Who says that I want out of it?”

I pointed to him, “You do. Curt, we both know how you are. You go hot, then cold. It’s always been that way.”

He growled, “Right now, I’m hot. So, less talking and let’s get inside. Because what I did to you was nothing compared to what’s going through my mind right now.”

I knew that there was no talking to him. He grabbed my hand and led me back to the house. Against my better judgment, I scrambled to catch up to him because I wanted to know how much better it could get.

Within minutes, we were both inside, stripping each other naked, eager to go another round. Some things about Curt had changed, but others were still very much the same and being with him made me feel like we were teenagers all over again.