It was half an hour after Emma left that I heard the crunching of a bicycle’s wheels over the graveled part of my driveway. I wiped my hands on my soiled jeans and took a step out of the barn. Claire was riding her bike toward me, her hair blowing to the wind and breasts nearly falling out of her blouse. At one time in my life, the sight of her would give me a hard on, but not anymore. Now the minute her mouth opened, my cock would have preferred to be castrated over and over again.

After she’d pursued me for years, I’d finally given in, and we dated. I learned quickly that she only wanted me for two things – to gain stature in town and inherit my ranch. Her persuasive mouth and willing body overpowered my senses at the time. I’d thought I was in love at first, and made the mistake of staying with her out of guilt. Why the heck was she here now? It must had taken her at least an hour to ride to my ranch on her bike. She had probably taken a short cut through the forest.

I pulled my shirt over my head, sweat sticking the fabric to my back and chest as I stepped out of the barn.

“Hi, Eric,” she chirped, hopping off her bike, swaying her curvy hips toward me.

“Claire.” I nodded a lukewarm greeting, wondering what excuse she’d have this time to see me. It had been over two years since I’d called things off after catching her with her legs spread wide open in a friend’s barn – and needless to say, we hadn’t been friends since then. “Can I help you with anything?”

“Oh, just stopping by with some blueberry muffins. I picked the fruit this morning.”

“Thank you, but you didn’t have to.”

“Nonsense, Eric. I doubt your city visitor can bake. She’d ruin her manicured hands.”

“You leave Emma alone, Claire.” I’d prayed my ex wouldn’t get a chance to run into Emma in town, but doubted my luck. Claire sauntered toward me, handing me the basket.

“She’s a bit skinny for you, Eric. Maybe if you give her my muffins, she could grow a curve or two.”

“Are they poisonous?” I asked, only half kidding. Claire was one of those women who’d stoop as low as she could to make a point. I just wished I’d known that before we got involved.

“Oh, please.” She waved her hand, forcing a laugh. “You’re so funny. If I wanted her out of the picture, she’d already be gone, Eric. She’s obviously not a country girl. I give it another week before she flees for a cappuccino from her corner coffee shop. So I’ll just let nature take its course. How did you two meet?” she asked.

“We have a mutual friend in New York.”

“Hunter? I haven’t seen him in such a long time. Is he still single?”

“No, Claire. And you know he’s too smart to fall for your tricks.”

She placed her hand over her heart and opened her mouth in astonishment as if I’d just offended her.

“Eric, you know I wouldn’t do anything to hurt you again. I’m sorry for what happened. Really. If you could just listen…”

“Claire, we’re over. We were never meant to be. What happened is history.”

She lowered her hand to her buttoned up shirt, popping the top fastening loose.

“It’s a hot day today. Can I bother you for a glass of water?”

Aha! I’d forgotten that Claire was the master of changing a topic, but if that was all it would take for her to leave me, I was willing to fetch her water all the way from hell.

I breathed out a sigh. “Sure.”

We went to the house where I poured her a glass. When I turned around, she was standing almost in my face. I pushed the glass between us, needing more space.

“Thank you.” Claire’s voice lowered to a seductive whisper. She pursed her mouth and took a sip of the water before the glass slipped from her hand and soaked her top, revealing much more than anyone could take in. Her nipples poked out, responding to the cold. Luckily I’d caught the glass before it crashed to the floor.

“Oh, look at clumsy me.”

“It’s all right, Claire.”

“I should wait until this dries.” She tugged at the hem of her shirt and brought it over her head, leaving her in her see-through bra. She sauntered over to the back yard and wrung out the top, flinging it over the railing.

Fuck!

I stood there speechless for a moment, shocked. This wasn’t good. Whatever Claire was up to, it had to end now.

“You really shouldn’t do that.” I pointed to her chest.

“It’s nothing you haven’t seen before.”

“You should really leave, Claire.”

“Well, I can’t until this dries, silly. How am I going to ride my bike?”

I removed the shirt off my back and handed it to her. “Here, use this. You can give it back to me another time. But you need to leave now.” My voice echoed through the room. This girl was too much! I pulled my shirt over her head, forcing it onto her, grasped her wrist, and led to the front door.

“I understand you’re busy, Eric. When would be a better time for me to…”

“Never, Claire. What you’re trying to do is not going to work. I’m with Emma now.”

“How long is Emma staying?” she asked, as I flipped the kickstand up from underneath her bike.

“It depends.” I really wanted to tell her it was none of her business, but that would only add ammunition to her visit.

“Already bored?” She ran her finger down my arm, slightly scraping my skin with her nail. “I’m still here for you, Eric. For anything you need. Anything at all.”

Yeah, the ‘anything’ she’d given to everyone else behind my back. At least that was the word around town. I removed her hand from my agitated flesh, saying, “With all due respect, you have nothing that I’ll ever want. I think you should leave now.” I handed the bike to her.

She sighed, shaking her head as if I had just lied. “She’s not good for you. She’ll leave for her big city, overstuffed purses, and Louboutins. But I’ll be here.” Claire stepped closer, lightly pressing her body against my side arm and kissing my bare bicep. I wanted to pull away, but the way she was standing, locking me between her and the bike, would have caused her to lose balance and knock the buckets of water behind her over. As much as I’d have loved a good laugh, I didn’t feel like filling those up again.

“Here.” She lifted the bag full of muffins from the bike’s basket and hooked them onto my fingers. “At least take these.”

She turned around before I got a chance to refuse, hopped on her bike, and left, yelling over her shoulder, “I hope to see you on Saturday at the dance, Eric. You owe me one.”

What the hell?

After stomping all over my heart, was she seriously expecting a dance from me?

“A promise is a promise!” she yelled from the front of the driveway, reminding me that it was Claire who had run into Annabelle on the road after my sister escaped, making me indebted to the one person I dreaded. Well, if it was only a dance, it couldn’t hurt and the sooner I fulfilled her request, the better. Now I wished I hadn’t avoided her at the previous fests.

Emma had been gone for better part of the day. I checked on the stew simmering in the crock pot and went to shower, trying to forget about the visit from the wicked witch with my memories of Emma against the glass door. I closed my eyes and nearly felt her body pressed against mine, sliding and writhing in my arms, giving herself to me like she would always be mine. Yes, this was exactly what I needed. Emma. I loved the way she succumbed to my needs, yet drove me crazy by using my body without hesitating to satisfy her own. In fact, I loved everything about her. Her wit and charm, uplifting spirit, and that silky skin that drove me to the brink of my sanity. As my hand drew down to wash the lower part of my body, my cock stood at mast. A simple thought of my Emma, and I was done. I grasped myself, sliding my hand from the root up to the tip and back down again, remembering how tightly Emma’s slick pussy wrapped around me. Her velvety warmth coaxed me as she rocked her hips on me. My rhythm sped up and my cock strained. I could feel energy collecting in my balls, contracting each time a clear vision of naked Emma flashed behind my eyelids. Tugging in shorter spurts, I felt my mouth open and I leaned my left hand against the wall, somewhat supporting my body. My head lolled forward under the shower as the pressure in my groin gave in, exploding outward.

Fuck!

I stroked my cock twice more, letting the last of my release seep out and finally breathed out, my heart going a hundred miles per hour.

“Emma,” I whispered through the falling water, wondering how long I’d been in the shower. When the sound of my truck roared in my ears, I quickly toweled myself dry and slipped into a pair of fresh jeans.

“Emma?” I called walking out of the bedroom. No one answered. Was she still in the truck? As I passed the back door, I noticed Claire’s shirt drying out in the back. I quickly grabbed it and stuffed it into one of the kitchen cupboards. I opened the front door, expecting Emma to come in at any moment, but she wasn’t there or inside my car.

“Emma? Are we playing hide and seek?” I yelled out, my echo coming back after a few seconds. “Where are you?”

A trail of hay led from the door of my truck to the barn, and my mouth curved up in a wicked grin. Rushing over, I slid the barn door open and finally found her sitting on a bale of hay, one leg crossed over the other. She slowly uncoiled her legs and spread them apart, giving me a pretty fucking arousing view of her wet pussy, partly covered by a jean seam that cut into her flesh.

“Well, well. Looks like you lost your way into the house.” I took in her Daisy Duke shorts, which I was sure would show the under curves of her ass if she stood, cowboy boots, and the see-through brassiere. Her braid fell loosely to the top curve of her cleavage, most likely tickling her there. With her knees still spread apart, she leaned back on her elbows. I could see the crotch of her shorts dig into her pussy lips and felt a swell of energy drive right into my cock. Already I wished I was between her legs. If this outfit didn’t get a guy going, nothing would.

“I’m going to ask this once, Cowboy,” she said in a stern voice. For a moment I wasn’t sure whether she was playing or not, and I decided to treat her tone seriously.

“All right.”

“Have you ever had a girl in your barn? In this barn?” she asked.

I wondered for a moment where the question was coming from, and it didn’t take me long to figure out the culprit.

“No, Emma. I haven’t,” I said.

She looked at me for a moment as if her eyes held the power of a lie-detector test, and said, “I want to be the first one in here, Eric. I want to be the only one you have here.”

I stepped toward her, kneeling down in front of her, right between her legs. “Emma, I want that too, but I don’t want to hurt you.”

I thought about the secrets I was keeping from her. The fact that, as blessed as I’d been for Hunter to call me and tell me about Emma, I wished I had just run into her on my own. I didn’t want her thinking that her brothers’ meddling was the reason we met each other.

“What do you mean?” She squeezed my torso with her thighs, causing the jean fabric to writhe against her flesh and my cock to spasm in response.

“There’s no one else in the world I want more here than you. This” – I looked around the barn – “to me is a long term commitment. Once I fuck you here, you’re mine forever, Emma. I. Claim. You. Do you understand what I’m saying?”

She nodded, a more confident smile finding its way to her mouth. Was it possible that she felt the same way about me? I could see the honesty in her eyes. I could see her giving me her soul and crossing over from whatever had troubled her before we’d met. A past had been laid to rest, layers of pain she’d lived with had been crossed off one by one.

“I. Want. You,” she said. “And everything that you come with. Your past, your present, and your future. I want to make you happy.”

“What about your family?”

“They will remain my family.”

“And your job?”

“I have a feeling I could find one here.” She lowered her hands to around my neck, pulling me in closer.

“Emma… there’s something you need to know.”

“Tell me later, Eric.” Her mouth pressed to mine, and my thoughts disappeared. I drew my hands up along her inner thighs until my fingers reached her soft flesh, pulling along her outer lips that spilled from the thin crotch, feeling her wetness slick her for me.

She moaned into my mouth and I pulled away, reaching for the blanket hanging on a side post. I spread it over a hay cube, picked Emma up, and lay her over the stack on her front, right on the fabric, her knees down on the floor and ass poking up, all ready for me. With one swift move I removed her shorts, baring her for me. Emma had nothing on underneath, and I fought the urge to dive into her right then. I fumbled with the brassiere, unclasping the little hooks that ran down her spine, and finally gave up and simply reached in front of her and lowered it off her breasts so that I could get a taste of her softness as she leaned her upper body back up toward me. Her nipple pebbled in my mouth and I licked around its rim, tasting every perfect imperfection.

Her back arched and she reached back for my jeans. I helped her pull them off my hips. Thank God I’d worn the loose ones, as I wasn’t sure that with my straining erection she could have completed the task otherwise. Trailing my mouth to her shoulder blade, I kissed her upper back, feeling my cock rest against her perfect round ass. She leaned back again, kissing me, breathing seductively into my mouth, “Fuck me, Eric. I need you to fuck me here.”

I claimed her lips and thrust into her slick opening with ease, jutting her forward.

“Ah!” she screamed.

“Too hard?” I asked, knowing so well that it wasn’t enough for what we both needed.

“No.” She shook her head as I plunged in again, feeling her full depth.

“Emma, you’re so wet, baby.”

“Aha.” Her soft moan floated into my lungs as I pushed my hips in and out of her, feeling her squeeze around me and take me deeper as her back arched lower pushing her ass up. She grasped the blanket at the front, holding on for her life as I pounded into her over and over again, thinking, You’re mine, Emma. Forever.

My hand drew down her hip and to her front, rubbing her swelling clit. The dampness squishing out of her lubricated both me and her. I flicked her nub, making a note to taste it afterward. There was nothing better than feeling her blood-infused flesh in my mouth, cramping and spasming until she found her release. I could already tell she was close from her body language, heavy breaths and the Fuck and Please that left her mouth every few seconds.

“I’m gonna cum, Emma.”

She whispered, “Yes.” And with her permission I spilled insider her, just as her body began shaking underneath me while bending over more to ensure I could drain myself fully at the sight of her giving her entire body to me. She was so beautiful.

When we both finally stopped moving, she breathed out, “Unbelievable.”

“Not yet,” I said, slipping out of her and flipping her onto her back and spreading her knees apart.

“What are you doing?” she laughed.

“We’re not done yet, baby. Didn’t anyone tell you that you’re not coming out of here until the sun sets?”

“Well, then, I should have started this the moment it rose,” she said. “You have some catching up to do.”

“Exactly.” With that last word, I dove into her still swollen pussy, tasting us both on her flesh.

“Oh, God!” she screamed.

I drew my tongue from the bottom up, all along her wetness, until I reached her pulsing tip and closed my lips around her. I could already feel her ass tightening in my palms as I held her steady.

Sucking on her flavors, I slid my fingers inside her, hooking them and rubbing her inner wall until her hips flew forward and she fully pressed herself to me. I flicked my tongue back and forth on the growing nub in my mouth, my saliva and her fluids all over my chin and around my lips, devouring her whole. Her hands grasped my hair, holding on. The spasm came quickly as her legs straightened and she let out a scream. “Eric!”

After a few more licks I pulled away, her spent body falling down onto the bale. Lifting her into my arms I carried her half-naked body out of the barn, unconcerned that I was wearing my birthday suit as well.

“I thought you said we’d be here until sunset,” she breathed against my chest, and I stopped.

“You’re the lady of this house from now on, Emma. You make the rules, and I’m pretty sure you’d prefer the bed over the barn. Your choice.”

She looked up into my eyes and said, “Bed, please.”

She snuggled back into my arms. There was no better feeling than having a woman I wanted to spend the rest of my life with so satisfied. And I could only hope she’d feel the same way after I told her the truth about why she happened to get my case.