What the fuck just happened? Running a hand through my hair, I clench my fingers, pulling on the dark strands with frustration. Things were going so well, or so I thought. I guess that stubborn little minx wanted to show me she’s not a pushover. And she did a hell of a job of it. I’ve got a case of blue balls like I’ve never had before. My dick is still hard as a rock and she’s long gone.

The overwhelming pain I’d managed to forget about while in her company hits me like a train and I groan as I begin to move through the house toward my room. My body feels about three times its age right now and tomorrow morning I have to meet Blaire bright and early. Hopefully, a good night’s sleep will work wonders for my aches and pains.

“No,” I moan shutting off the offensive alarm coming from my phone. Burying my face in my pillow, I pound my fist against the bed. “Fuck.” Rolling over to my back with a resigned sigh, I remind myself how much money I’m getting paid to play ranch hand. Get your ass up and earn your money.

My phone beeps from an incoming text.

Blaire: You can wear shorts today. No horseback riding. Don’t forget your boots and sunscreen.

What can she possibly make me do today that would be worse than yesterday?

After a quick steaming shower, I sit at the small kitchen table and scarf down a blueberry muffin. I burn my mouth guzzling a cup of coffee, but I need the caffeine to wake me up. I hope it kicks in soon. Even after the shower, my head feels like it’s in a fog. I vaguely remember throwing on a pair of cargo shorts and my old work boots. Thankfully, I had the foresight to tuck my favorite shades in the neck of my t-shirt and tug on my favorite baseball cap.

“Good morning, Chase.” Blaire breezes into the room looking fresh as a fucking daisy in a pair of cutoff shorts, a tight, pink tank top and work boots on her feet. A straw cowboy hat sits on top of her head and her face is completely bare of makeup. She’s fucking stunning. Maybe the killer orgasm I gave her last night has something to do with it. I think some research is necessary to determine if that’s the case—extensive research.

“Good morning. How’d you sleep?” I smirk. I bet she was out like a light after my tongue worked her over.

“Mm.” She stretches her arms over her head, teasingly arching her back making my dick twitch. “I slept like the dead.”

God, she’s bewitching. What would it be like to wake up next to her and see her alluring face first thing? I’d like to see every alluring part of her morning, noon or night. I’m not picky.

“Let me grab a quick bite and then we’ll start our day.” Her tone is cheery and slightly annoying since I know why she sounds so happy. Maybe if she had returned the favor I’d be in a better mindset this morning. As it is now, I’m hoping to burn off some of this pent up sexual aggravation with hardcore physical labor.

“You want me to plant petunias?” My tone is incredulous as I gaze at the trumpet shaped flowers. This is hardly the tough task I was hoping for.

“Yes siree. I’m impressed you know what kind they are.”

“My mother loves them.”

“Have you ever planted petunias or any flowers before?”

“Nope, can’t say I have. But I’m good with my hands as I’m sure you’ve realized.” I clap my palms together. “So lead me to it. I’m ready to give this a go.” My lips raise in an eager grin. I won’t give her the satisfaction of knowing how much I don’t want to be doing this.

“Come this way.” I follow her over to a large rectangular patch of dirt between two seating areas. Flat stones border the edge clearly defining the space and a pleasantly bubbling water feature sits in the middle.

Glancing at the size of the area I need to plant, I find myself feeling skeptical about the outcome. “Don’t you have landscapers to do this? What if it looks like shit when I’m done?”

“We do have landscapers, but my dad thought it would be cool if you had a hand in pretty much every part of this place. That way you’d understand all the work that goes into the operation and you’d be more invested in it succeeding.”

“I’m game for whatever I need to do, but I don’t want it to look shoddy compared to the rest.” I might not want to plant flowers, but I always give my all, no matter what I’m doing.

“No worries, Chase. I’ll be right here to hold your hand and guide you along.” She pushes her hands into her back pockets, smirking.

Moving closer, my nose nudges the bottom of her small ear. “Baby, you can hold whatever part of me you’d like.” She inhales sharply and I smile. It’s nice to know this attraction is flowing as strong both ways.

“Why don’t we get started,” she mentions, recovering quickly. She bends over, pulling a trowel and spade from a bucket on the ground and my eyes roam appreciatively over her heart shaped backside. There’s just something about a short pair of cutoffs that gets my blood pumping. The frayed edge is a tease. I’m seriously wondering if I pulled on some of those white strings would her shorts unravel? It’s fun to imagine anyway.

“These are yours.” She hands me the tools. “What’s your plan of attack?”

Glancing around, I regard the different colored petunias I have to work with. There are trays of white, pink, purple and red. “I know from an advertising point of view, I don’t like to use too many colors because it ends up looking too busy. And then no one really notices the beauty of the design.”

“Okay, so what’s the plan?”

“Which two are your favorite?”

She presses her lips together. “Hmm. I really like them all, but lets do red and white. I think it will look nice in this area with the black water feature.”

“Sounds good to me.” Placing my tools down on the edge of the garden, I walk over to where the slats of petunias are. Grabbing one filled with red flowers, I place it down in the garden and repeat the same steps three more times, until we have two trays of each color.

“Should we do every other or two reds to one white?” She taps her lips with her index finger. “Or maybe we should do two reds to two whites?”

I laugh. “I think you’re overthinking this way too much. Let’s do every other and keep it interesting. If it looks like shit someone else can fix it.”

She giggles holding her fist out. Bumping my knuckles against hers, I catch her wrist and tug her to me for a quick kiss. Our lips barely brush against each other when I release her.

“Just a quick taste to hold me until later.” I smack my lips together. “Every part of you is delicious.”

She slaps my chest and fans her pink face.

“You’re adorable. Why does that embarrass you? You didn’t seem uncomfortable last night when you were grinding on my dick or shaking this tempting ass during your strip tease.” My palm slaps against her curvy bottom. “You didn’t seem to mind when my tongue was buried in your wet pussy or licking your clit.”

She covers her face with both palms. Leaning forward, I pull them away, before cupping her flushed cheeks and forcing her to make eye contact with me. Staring down into her chocolate doe eyes, I lose my train of thought for a moment. In some ways she appears so innocent and in others she’s a little vixen hellbent on teasing me. No wonder I’m on edge. One minute she’s blushing like a schoolgirl and the next she’s climbing in my lap like a porn star. I can’t wait to see what else she has in her arsenal.

“Don’t hide from me, Blaire. I want to get to know everything I can about you while I’m here.”

“So, what do you have in mind?”

“We can enjoy each other for the duration of my trip. I don’t know about you, but being in your company doesn’t seem like a bad way to pass the time.”

Gazes locked, she searches for the right answer while I implore her to take the chance. It’s the old case of the angel on one shoulder and the devil on the other. I’d be the devil of course. Flashing her my most charming smile, I lean down and rub the tip of my nose against hers. “Come on. Say yes. You know you want to.” My passion laced voice is husky with need as her breath fans over my lips.

God I want her to say yes so much, but not just for the obvious physical reasons. As much as I want to bury myself inside her tight body, I want to worm my way inside her brain and heart even more. Okay, that might be an exaggeration. I don’t want anything more than to be inside Blaire’s sweet pussy, but I want to get to know all of her. When my time here is up I want to be able to say goodbye to a friend I’ll always care about.

“What do you say?” My hands slide down to her shoulders, thumbs tracing circles on her bare skin. “Are we going to have an amazing month filled with hot sex and orgasms? Or are we going to have a miserable month of backbreaking work and no reward?”

“Well...when you put it like that,” she pauses and then wraps her arms around my neck. “I’ll take option number one, but the sex better be scorching and the orgasms plentiful.”

“Really, Blaire? How can you doubt me after last night? If anyone should have concerns it should be me. I didn’t get a happy ending.” I raise a brow in her direction.

“You better watch it or you won’t get one tonight or any time while you’re here.”

“I love it when you get an attitude. It gets me fired up if you know what I mean.” I wiggle my brows.

She grabs my hard cock through my shorts. “Oh I know what you mean.” Her palm slides up and down my solid length. “If you know what’s good for you, you’ll come with me right now.” She leads me toward the barn by my dick and I find it oddly arousing. I’m okay with letting her lead sometimes, especially by my johnson. It’s a win—win. Besides, there’s nothing hotter than knowing you’re desired and she clearly wants me.

We end up in the hayloft, me sitting on a bale of hay and Blaire kneeling between my legs. She looks at me from under her lashes and I tear off her cowboy hat. If this is going where I hope it is, you can bet your ass I’m not missing a second of it. Her fingers move to my belt buckle and I have to clench my teeth to hold it together. Talk about a fantasy come to life—a sexy cowgirl in a hayloft undressing me. I’m living my eighteen year old self’s fantasy right now.

Blaire’s pink tongue curls along her upper lip as she tugs my shorts open. I raise my hips for her as she frees my cock. She stares in awe like she’s never seen one before or at least one like mine. Talk about ego boosting. I want to throw her down on the straw lined floor and thrust inside her. I want to… “Oh fuck,” I groan as her hot, wet mouth swallows my entire length with no warning. Burying my fingers in her long, silky locks, I can’t form a coherent thought as she slides up and down my slick cock humming with enjoyment like I’m the best thing she’s tasted. Sucking and slurping like a fucking porn star, she grips me with her hand. My hips buck in reaction and I tell her, “Squeeze me tighter.” She responds to my instruction like a dream. “You won’t hurt me. Show me how bad you want me.”