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Billie Ferris always knew she would inherit Maiden's Hope, her
father's family farm. She spent every summer learning the intricacies of
the business. They'd ride the boundary fences with Aunt Willa
impressing upon her what a treasure the farm truly was.
When her aunt passes unexpectedly, she's crushed by emotions and,
ultimately, the responsibility. Still adjusting to the loss, strange
things begin to happen at the farm. Nuisances turn serious when her
vehicle is tampered with and she has an accident. Waking in pain, she
sees Ward Castel, her childhood nemesis and first crush, has come back
to help. While his military training will be helpful, Billie can't help
but bristle at his tactics.
Billie and Ward are both still attracted, and she hopes they'll
finally have an adult sexual relationship. That will have to wait until
they discover who is trying to run her off her land and why.
STORY EXCERPT
Billie
chose to believe the locals who clasped her hand with downcast eyes or
bear hugs were genuine. They left her smelling like thirty different
kinds of perfumes and aftershaves that would cling to her skin forever.
She understood that no amount of washing would cleanse the scent from
her memory. Adding to the perfume smells were those of rotting floral
arrangements covering the whole private, family graveyard. She prayed
the aspirin she took would lessen her headache. She knew the pounding
within her was a conglomeration of sorrow, stress, and perfumed scents.
Billie knew she’d make a point of not putting the clothing she currently
wore in her closet. Instead they would head directly to the dry
cleaner. The last thing she needed was her whole wardrobe to carry the
assortment of scents. What she needed now was a few moments of peace and
quiet to gather her wits before heading back inside to her guests.
She
was mistress of Maiden’s Hope now. Taking off on horseback just
wouldn’t do when there was still a house full of strangers to deal with.
How she wished she could bolt down to the barn, throw a saddle on one
of them, and ride the fields. Feeling the breeze on her face and the
control over the animal was cathartic in many ways. Today she couldn’t
ride, but the idea reminded her of the many times she and Willa rode
side by side, checking the fields and the boundary fences. Those were
their special times, when Willa would explain how the farm worked.
Willa’s words struck her at that very moment.
“This is a special farm, Billie. One day you’ll learn all her secrets and you’ll know what to do and how to handle the secrets.”
“What
secrets?” she’d ask every time Willa brought up the subject.
Instinctively, she’d known not to ask questions in front of anyone else.
Only when she and Willa were alone did she try to get more information.
“When the time is right, you’ll learn all about them. But for now, we check the fences and the crops.”
Billie
smiled, remembering how old Willa looked to her at that time. Now those
days seemed a lifetime ago, and in reality they were. Twenty years was a
long time.
As
she grew each summer, she’d been given a bit more independence.
Tomorrow, she promised herself, she’d make a point of taking a ride in
Willa’s honor. Then she could enjoy her memories instead of being
anxious that strangers would intrude.
Car
doors slammed in the distance, commanding her attention. She hoped that
soon the last of the mourners and caterers would leave. All she wanted
was the house to herself, void of interlopers and sightseers. She bent
down and repositioned a floral arrangement on top of Willa’s grave and
smiled. It was a spray of gladioli in white variegating to deep purple
tips. It was sent from Ward Castel. He hadn’t made it to the funeral,
but Billie didn’t hold it against him. She knew he was her aunt’s
favorite friend and he could do no wrong. She also knew he worked for
the government and his time wasn’t his own. While she didn’t know what
his job was, she just knew he was in the military and often away from
the area for months on end. How she wished he’d been there to steady her
during the service and then she was instantly glad he wasn’t. It
wouldn’t do for anyone to see or assume they had a personal
relationship, even if it was one of Billie’s fantasies.
She
thought back to the first time she saw him. She was ten that season and
Ward was the new farm boy. Even then, though she didn’t understand her
excitement, she knew he was special. That he wouldn’t give her the time
of day made her more curious. Every summer from then on, she couldn’t
wait to get there and see Ward, even if he treated her like a child. It
wasn’t until she was fifteen that she understood her fascination with
him. The next year, she cornered him in the barn and tried to kiss him.
He’d been adamant about her young age and his and that Willa would shoot
him if he touched her. She let out a small laugh, remembering the look
on his face when she all but launched herself into his arms.
There
was more noise from the house and the memory was gone. She turned her
attention back to the grave site, waiting for these strangers to leave.
She knew she was supposed to be there accepting their condolences, but
she didn’t move.
ADULT EXCERPT
Ward
pushed the phone back in his pocket. He looked down at her, saw anger
and angst. Her hair was pulled from its normally sleek braid, and she
had dust on her cheek where he’d dropped her to the ground. “Just stay
down, Billie. If they wanted to hit one of us, they could have. They’re
toying with us. But we’re vulnerable here.” Ward tried to keep his tone
even.
“I’ve been stationary for the last five minutes. Why didn’t they shoot me then?”
“I don’t know.”
“Maybe they don’t like you.” She tried to hold back her laugh but didn’t.
Ward
knew her laughing was a nervous reaction. He decided to take advantage
of the moment and held her tight to him. “Now do you believe me when I
say you need to stay in the house?”
“Yes I get it, but I’m not going to let anyone make me a prisoner.”
“Billie,
you try my patience. If I thought it would do any good, I’d take you
over my knee until you figure out you’re in real danger.”
Billie
froze under him for several seconds. He watched a wide smile slowly
overtake her lips. “You want to spank me for being bad?”
“It’s a passing thought,” he grumbled.
“What
else would you do to me if I don’t listen to you?” She shifted under
him, her hand reaching for his cock. Ward tried to pull away but she had
her hand cupping him, her fingers squeezing against him. “You’re hard,
Ward. So the idea of spanking me gets you hard. Do you picture fucking
me afterward so you can see how red you made my butt? Am I facing you,
taking your cock in my pussy or am I draped over something and you’re
fucking my ass? Am I tight around your cock?”
“Billie, shut up!”
“I’ll shut up, but you better tell your cock it’s chosen an inappropriate time to rear its head.” She was laughing at him.
He
looked down at her and didn’t care that they were possibly in jeopardy
at that very second. Instead, he dropped his mouth over her, kissing her
hard. It was her reaction to the kiss, spreading her lips and thrusting
her tongue against his that made him groan. She continued to pump his
cock with her glove-covered hand. “You’re getting harder,” she told him
as she pulled from his mouth. “Ward, rub against me.” She lifted her
other hand and let her fingers sift through his hair, closing around his
neck and drawing him back to her lips.
Ward
knew this wasn’t a good idea and at the moment didn’t care. His cock
was doing his thinking. “Billie, if you keep doing that you’ll make me
come.”
“Then come for me,” she told him, holding his face between her hands. “Open your pants and slide up here. Let me suck you.”
“So danger turns you on?” He forced himself to lift up off her only a bit, enough to let his weight ride on his forearms.
“A lot of things turn me on. You just never bothered to find out what they are.”
“Billie, this is not the time or place.”
“We
never have the right time or right place. Tell me, Ward, why you always
push me away. I’m not looking for a permanent commitment. I’m looking
to fuck you until we’re both exhausted and sated. I want to feel how
you’ll stretch my body with your fingers and cock.”
“Willa will kill me.”
“Willa’s
dead. She can’t do a thing about us. I’m an adult woman with sexual
needs and wants and would like to see if you can satisfy them. Don’t you
have needs, too, Ward? Haven’t you ever wondered what it would be like
to bury your cock inside me at this time in our lives? We’re both older
and more experienced. I have and I can only imagine how you’d make me
feel right now. I know how it felt to have your fingers stretch me while
you sucked my clit. I know you would have fucked me that night in the
barn if the storm hadn’t rolled by and shut down the power. I’d like to
get past imagining and actually experience you.” She sighed but didn’t
look away. “The only time I’ve felt your cock inside me was out here on
the land. Maybe that’s your turn-on. Do you have to be outside with the
danger of getting caught to get off?”
“Billie,”
he started and grabbed her wrist, halting her motions against his
erection. Her hand movements were getting faster, her grasp around him
harder. If he didn’t stop her, she’d make him come.
“Ward,
I want this.” She gave him a smile he hadn’t seen from her before. It
said, “I’m confident and experienced.” He felt his cock pulse against
her fingers.
“What
happens when it’s over?” He was staring down at her and instantly knew
it would be too hard to leave her when their itches were scratched.
“I’m
a big girl. I can fuck a man and not expect him to marry me. I’m
looking for pleasure and release.” She stared up at him, her gaze a dare
that matched her words.
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