Chapter Six

Owen

 

 

Damn, her body felt so good against mine. It was like she went limp in my arms when we kissed. I could feel her weight pushing against me in the water, her arms growing heavy around my shoulders, and her mouth so delicately parted, and my dick flinched just from the slightest touch of her lips.

“You hungry yet?” I asked, remembering my promise of dinner with the invitation.

Her eyes barely opened, her head tilted back, and a long sigh escaped her lips. “Hungry for what?” she asked softly, her hand sliding between my legs beneath the water.

A growl rolled through my throat and past my lips as her hand clenched around my cock. Her fingers rolled around the loose skin that was tightening quickly with each stroke. My hands reached around her, gripping her ass cheeks and pulling her closer to me. My mouth reached down for her neck, sucking in her delicate skin until she squealed with delight.

She was fun, sexy, and didn’t even mind getting dirty. The fact that she felt so damn good was a bonus.

Her legs wrapped around my waist tightly as I grinded between her legs. I tugged at her bra until the latch let loose and her breasts were freed for my mouth to consume. Hard nipples teased my tongue as I flicked at them, and then sucked just hard enough to make her arch her back. “Damn, you taste good,” I gasped, working my way to the other nipple.

Her hands reached around my waist, tugging at the briefs I still wore. I backed up enough to allow her to lower them into the water. I didn’t see them come up, and I didn’t catch them with my toe, so there they went, sinking to the bottom. I gripped her bra as I slid it from her body, careful not to let it meet the same demise as my drawers. I wrapped the arm strap around my finger, and then worked on removing her panties and carefully twirling them around my finger as well.

My concentration was off with her hand back around my cock. Her strokes were precise, smooth, and with the water gushing around my balls, the sensation to explode was growing fast.

My head fell back as she tightened her grip, her fingers rolled to my balls, tickling them as she stroked me. I lost my grip on her panties, and watched them begin to sink. I reached for them, but missed. “I’m sorry,” I said with an apologetic grin.

“I don’t need ’em,” she said with a smirk.

“No, you don’t,” I agreed, pulling her back around me and letting my cock rest at her opening.

I didn’t wait. I didn’t worry about protection. I pushed into her warm hole, moaning as she tightened around me. My hands gripped her hips and lifted her carefully up and down so that her clit rolled against me. Her eyes closed as they began to roll back into her head. Her lips parted and sweet sounds rolled out into the afternoon sky. The water rippled around us in a beautiful pattern as my cock pushed deeper and deeper into her body.

I let my mouth move to her breasts as she leaned back into the water. I suckled her nipple, biting it gently, causing her to squirm while she worked her hips against mine in perfect synchronicity.  “I’m not gonna last long like this,” I warned, feeling the heat take over my swelling cock.

Her tongue slid across her lips, like the news was more of a challenge than a warning. Her hips rocked into mine a little harder. Her hand reached between my legs and gripped my balls, squeezing them as they tightened upwards into my body. “Fuck,” I gasped, knowing I wasn’t going to hold on much longer.

Her moans grew as I swelled inside of her, and as my orgasm released into her, her own squeezed around me.

My toes barely touched the bottom of the pond, and after holding us both up for so long, I lost footing, sending us both under the water. I pulled us back to the surface quickly, afraid that she’d be upset, but she was laughing. “You tryin’ to kill us?” she teased.

“I’m so glad I called you today,” I admitted, pulling her close to me.

Her once relaxed body seemed to tense as I embraced her in my arms. “You okay, darlin’?” I asked, pulling back to see if her expression matched her body language.

“Yes. Sorry. I’m glad you called today too,” she said with a sweet smile, her body relaxing once again.

“I can’t believe I’m admitting this, but I’m actually glad my cousin is a pushy little busybody,” I said. Her body tensed again, but this time not as tightly. “Don’t tell her I said that or I’ll call ya a liar,” I laughed.

“She had to push ya pretty hard, huh?” she teased.

“Yeah.”

“Me too,” she admitted.

“I mean, once she showed me your picture, I was in. But, I still played hard to get with her,” I laughed.

“Me too,” she admitted with a bright smile.

“So, you’re awfully good with Carlos,” I said.

Her eyes lit up as I mentioned the little foal’s name. “He’s a beauty,” she said.

“I could really use your help with him. Maybe with the other animals on the farm as well,” I offered. She looked hesitant. “I’ll pay you for your time, of course. I know you could use the work,” I said.

Her face changed quickly from pleasant to pissed. It was obvious this wasn’t something I should’ve known about, or mentioned. Fuck!

“What do you mean?” she asked.

I struggled for a moment, trying to come up with a lie. Maybe I just thought she would like the side work, or maybe she told me about her job and forgot. In the end, I decided to go with the truth. “I’m sorry. Tracy told me,” I said.

Her eyes narrowed. “When did Tracy tell you that?” she asked.

“This morning,” I said.

Her lips tightened as she stared over my shoulder into space. It was obvious she was angry, but I had no idea why.

“So, you saw Tracy this morning, and she told you about my job,” she said with a strangely irritated tone.

I was confused. What was the problem? I didn’t care that she lost her job; shit happens. “She wasn’t trying to make you look bad, if that’s what you think,” I insisted.

“No, but I guess she made me look like a charity case,” she snapped.

“Whoa, no one thinks you’re a charity case. Carlos wouldn’t eat, you made him eat, and that’s all.”

“So, we know Tracy is a, what did you call her? A pushy little busybody. Did she shame you into calling me?” she asked.

My heart almost skipped a beat. It was why I called. She was dead on the truth, but that wasn’t the only reason, was it? I wanted to call, but I wasn’t sure I should. With her here now, I knew I wanted her here. I had no idea how to make this end well.

She pulled away from me abruptly, swimming to the shore. She climbed out of the pond, her beautiful, bare ass aimed toward me as she walked toward the barn. I swam to the shore, chased after her, but she was already throwing on her wet, dirty clothes. “Don’t go,” I said, gripping her arm as she started to walk away.

She jerked away from me, but not before I could see the tears in her eyes. I had enough female cousins to know that women’s tears didn’t always represent pain; they sometimes represented anger. And, when a woman cries out of anger, stay outta her way.

I backed up, let go of her arm, and watched her walk toward her car. Charlie and a couple of the other farm crew pulled up as she was peeling her tires to get away from me. I slid on my wet, dirty jeans and walked toward the house.

“Who was that?” Scott asked.

“Nobody,” I snapped.

Charlie gave me a knowing glance, one that appeared to be filled with pity. I didn’t have time to deal with him, or any of them. I needed to get cleaned up and get on with my life. She’d wasted enough of it, and for what?