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Maria

BY THE TIME MY DAD pulls back toward the barn, my head is swimming. I barely speak as Ranger and a couple of the farmhands finish loading up the trailer in record time.

It’s nearly noon. Dad got a ride into town and a loaner truck from the body shop, then headed here to pick me up along with the rest of the hay. When I woke this morning, to the sound of the rooster crowing and the mouthwatering scent of bacon, I found my dress and panties freshly laundered and laid out on the foot of the bed. I dressed, not sure how he found the time to wash and dry my clothes, then followed the smell of food to find Ranger cooking me a proper country breakfast.

I can still feel him inside me, even now. Not surprising, since he spent the better part of the night there, fucking me into another dimension.

A fresh blush rises on my cheeks as I glance down and notice the clear outline of an erection still filling the front of those faded jeans. The thought that I put it there, that this cowboy is thinking about me and getting hard and ready, is like some dream, except it’s my reality. I look away, embarrassed not by the sex but by my own need for this connection. My dad is making small talk with a couple of the guys as they tie down the load, and a cool breeze whips my hair around my shoulders. So different now, after the storm. So calm.

“Ready?” Dad calls to me, and I watch Ranger’s lips tighten.

I force a smile. “Yep.”

I don’t want to go. I look back toward the white farmhouse where Ranger made love to me all night and feel a sense of loss that I’m leaving.

It makes no sense to break that spell, but it’s going to happen, whether I like it or not.

Ranger steps forward and speaks to my father in a low voice. I watch as my dad looks up at him with a drawn brow. Ranger’s hands go down into his front pockets, and I chuckle under my breath at how he shifts uncomfortably.

After a moment, my father nods, and Ranger offers his hand. They shake firmly, my dad’s eyes darting to me, then back to Ranger.

Dad shoots me a quick smile as he opens the driver’s side door and hops into the truck, leaving me standing confused as Ranger steps my way, stopping only inches from me with his hands coming to cup my cheeks.

“See you for dinner, Little Bit.” Ranger’s voice sends chills down the backs of my legs.

“I have to work...”

With that, his lips are on mine. His tongue moves slowly, leisurely, and my thoughts about my dad seeing us kiss evaporate on a gust of country wind.

“I said, see you for dinner.”

“I TOLD YOU.” RANGER’S voice dips into my ear as his cock drives hard forward, pinning me against the wall of the diner’s tiny employee bathroom.

By seven o’clock, the customers were thinning at Rustler’s. Not that it had been all that busy my whole shift. With the storm bringing down lines and trees, causing blockages and damage, people were less inclined to go out to eat, I guess.

It was slow, so I tried to talk to Luther again about helping him with his accounting—no charge, of course. The way he does things is so disorganized. It’s no wonder he’s been audited twice. But, geez, you would have thought I’d insulted his mother the way he shut down my offer of help.

There was an older couple sitting at a window table and a regular at the counter when the bells on the front door jingled, drawing my attention.

As soon as I glanced up, my panties were soaked.

Ranger glared at Luther, the owner, and he glared back, but then their faces each softened and there was a grudging nod. I noticed the tension, but there was no time to ask questions. Ranger walked straight toward me, taking me by the hand and leading me down the back hallway and into this small room. Then, without a word, he ripped off my drenched panties, fixed my hands on the edge of the sink and took a knee behind me.

Eating me from behind, he didn’t stop until my legs started to give way. Then he scooped me up with one arm, my legs wrapping around him, released his cock from his pants with his free hand, and buried himself in me on a primal grunt, knocking my head against the white tile wall as he sank into me in one motion.

And who was I to say no? Even now, as my whole body rears and bounces against the bathroom wall, I can think of nothing but how much I love him.

“I can’t stop thinking about you.” His lips move against my ear. “I can’t stop...” The lust in his voice sends me toppling over the edge, falling into an orgasm.

The sound of my own voice rising in my ear makes me squirm, and I dip my head into the thin layer of fabric covering his shoulder, trying to muffle my pleasured cry.

He moves in and out, holding himself against me, then moves more. Faster, then slower, as his eyes remain on mine. When his mouth opens and the tension on his face mounts, the look of hunger sends me spinning.

The base of his cock pulses along with my orgasm, filling my body once again with his seed. His cock thickens as his own climax draws a low roar from his throat, and he sets his lips on my neck, grunting his release into my flesh.

We rock together for a long moment, riding out the waves until finally, his lips are on mine. His hands still grip the mounds of my ass, his manhood thick and full inside my body, making me feel his possession, his ownership of me.

When he breaks our kiss, his eyes are dark, centered on mine, his breath warm and hinting at the pleasure it gave me moments ago.

“I need to get back,” I breathe, sure there will be a knock on the door any moment.

“I need you to understand that you’re mine. You get that, Little Bit?”

I gasp as he presses even deeper. The fullness I feel is unlike anything I could have imagined. Tears well in my eyes as he shifts and flattens his body against mine, consuming me, making me a part of him in every way imaginable.

Pain radiates outward as his fingertips dig into my soft flesh. My hip joints strain and my hands clutch, working their way up into the back of his hair, feeling the softness as the strands settle between my fingers.

I nod. I get it. I understand. I’m his. “And you’re mine,” I whisper, making him smile as he leans in to connect his mouth to mine.

A fist pounds on the door, making it shake on its hinges, sending a drumbeat through my core.

“You got tables, sweet cheeks.” Luther’s voice comes through, and I flush with embarrassment.

“She’s comin’ right along,” Ranger answers without a hint of hesitation, then kisses me with that cowboy kiss that tells me all is right with the world.

He slips out of me, gently lowering my feet back to earth as a gush of what he’s put inside me drips down the insides of my thighs.

“Just stand there,” he commands as he steps to the sink, flipping on the water and grabbing a handful of paper towels. He passes them under the stream of water, then smiles at me. “Hold that skirt up.”

My heart and belly flutter as this monster of a man, this gruff cowboy of mine, proceeds to delicately clean my thighs and my raw pussy with such focus you’d think he was doing life-saving surgery.

Then when he’s done, he licks his lips, tosses the paper towels into the trash, and slips my panties back over my feet and up into place.

“After you.” He sweeps an arm wide as he reaches to open the door, the sounds of the diner suddenly filling the short back hall as his hand settles into the small of my back, guiding me out and to the open floor of the restaurant.

“I’ll be right here.” He settles into a booth, casually laying his arms across the back of the bench, proud as a farm cat with a saucer of cream.

I sigh and raise my eyebrows, shaking my head with a mixture of disapproval and adoration, then turn away to return to my post. Luther’s lips pull back and he shoots me a disapproving smirk, and I feel the heat rise on my cheeks.

“Wait...come back here.”

I spin at the sound of Ranger’s voice, and I find him adjusting his hat. I know I’m being watched, but I don’t care. Ranger nods his head, indicating for me to come closer, and my belly flutters as I move immediately to obey, walking back to the booth. His eyebrows draw together.

“What?” I ask.

“Come here,” he orders, and I lean in, the heels of my hands taking the edge of the table to counterbalance my weight.

“Right here.” He licks his lips and lowers his chin, another nod to come closer.

“I’m here,” I whisper, taking a glance over my shoulder to see Luther busy behind the service counter.

“What have you eaten since you left my place?” His voice is thick with sincere concern.

“I’ll eat when my shift is over. Not allowed to eat while I work.” I lower my voice when I see he’s not happy with that answer.

“Then your shift is over. Sit down.” Fire lights his eyes as he slides out of the booth and points toward the seat, practically lifting me up to place me down where he was sitting.

“I can’t,” I return, struggling to get back on my feet.

His hand slams down on the table, making my heart jump into my throat.

“Stay.” His other arm blocks the opening to the booth, and Luther comes out from behind the service counter.

“You working?” he calls over, with no attempt to hide his annoyance.

“Yes,” I snap back, staring at Ranger, defying him.

Ranger doesn’t even seem to notice my answer. “No. She’s not. Not until she gets time to eat.” He stands and turns to look at Luther. “She’s been here a full shift, and she’s not allowed to eat? In a fucking diner?” The depth of his voice shakes me to my bones. He’s not kidding, and at once, I shrink myself back into the cushion of the booth.

“Rules are rules, Stoddard. She’s only got an hour, then she can—”

Ranger looks over his shoulder. “What do you want to eat?” he asks, the muscles in the backs of his arms hardening.

“I don’t know.” My mind goes blank.

“Good. I’ll order for you, then.” He turns to look back at Luther, who now has his arms crossed over his chest. His lips are tight, too, staring me down with raised eyebrows, but I have nothing to do with any of this. And besides, Ranger’s right. It’s not fair that I haven’t had a break. Ranger doesn’t miss a beat. “Don’t you ever fucking look at her like that. And her name is Maria. That’s the only way you are to address her, got me?”

The three other patrons in the diner are silent, not looking our way but clearly riveted to the unfolding scene.

“I’ll look at her however I damn well please. I’ll call her whatever I damn well please. I don’t know what this is between the two of you, and I don’t much care. She works for me.”

“And if you want her to keep working for you, then you’re going to get your ass back in that kitchen and make her a double cheeseburger, sweet potato fries, a vanilla milkshake, and a pitcher of water. Otherwise, she is no longer in your employ, and I think the Department of Labor and OSHA might be interested in the fact that your employees aren’t allowed a meal break on an eight-hour shift. That you use harassing terms when you address them. I do think a phone call to those folks might be in order. And, not to mention, the Food and Consumer Safety Department might be interested in the way you let that scroungy mutt of yours clean the floors in the kitchen.”

Luther only gives Ranger another quick look before muttering under his breath and retreating to the kitchen. A moment later, I hear the muffled sound of him barking orders at the line cook.

“Get used to it, Little Bit. I’m here to take care of you. All of you. You didn’t get enough sleep last night. That’s thanks to me. So you need to eat. And drink lots of water.” Ranger steps alongside the booth and takes off his hat, hanging it on the hook on the side of the booth. “Now scoot that sweet ass over.”

He slips in next to me, draping his long arm across my shoulders and pulling me against him. His other hand comes across his lap to touch the top of my thigh, and bolts of invisible lightning zap upward, tightening my belly. My pulse races as he pushes his fingertips upward, under my skirt, until they are able to dance on the outside of my already damp panties.

“Open your legs.” That gravel-road voice elicits a helpless sound from my throat as his fingers apply downward pressure against my slit. I can do nothing but obey, already following his directive and spreading myself open for him.

My eyelids flutter as he brushes up and down on the outside of the crotch of my panties, creating just the right amount of friction to make my body hum. Slowly, up and down, up and down until I’m ready to come apart. I grip the edge of the table as his lips brush the lobe of my ear, his tongue flicking out and lapping at the soft, sensitive skin as he whispers, “You are a good girl. My good girl.”

A single digit pushes inside my panties, and he’s immediately on my clit. Pressing down, then circling and circling. Harder and faster until I’m finished.

He catches my cries in a kiss as my body involuntarily floods his hand. I jerk and twitch as two fingers slide inside me, his rough hand palming the entirety of my vagina in a sign of possessive ownership.

When the twinkling white dots slow in my vision, I find myself panting for breath, struggling to take in enough oxygen, only vaguely aware as Ranger slides my panties back into place. Then he lowers the skirt of my uniform back down and brings his fingers to his lips.

“All of you, Maria. I want all of you.” He smiles a satisfied smile, then licks his fingers with a sigh of pleasure.