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  The sight only turns me on more, and I feel myself giving her more of my seed. I place my hand on her lower belly as I keep cumming into her, hoping it takes root. It’s the longest and best orgasm of my entire life, and she gave it to me.

  When I finally come back to earth, Clare has collapsed on top of me and is breathing hard. I smile and pet her as we both catch our breath, trying to come up with something to say. It was the single most incredible moment of my life and I can’t find the right words to convey that to her.

  “I love you, Mrs. Clare McCallister.”

  She leans up and looks into my eyes, smiling at me like I hung the moon. “I love you, too, Mr. Cash McCallister.”

  We stay connected as I hold her to me, and slowly we start to make love again. I don’t think there’s a time when we stop or when we sleep, instead spending the whole night together as intimately as possible. She’s the most special thing in my life, and I thank the stars above she chose me.

  Chapter 11

  Clare

  “Cash. Please,” I beg as his callused hand slides between my legs, up my dress, inching closer and closer to where I want it. I try to wiggle closer, but his other hand grips my hip, halting me. I might have gotten Cash on his back that first night, but I haven’t had much control since then. He does with me whatever he likes. Picking me up and moving me where he wants me. This whole brute caveman thing should make me want to smack him, but all it seems to do is turn me on and make me beg.

  “You still sore, sweetheart?” he whispers in my ear before taking my lobe between his teeth. We haven’t had sex since our wedding night. We’d made love three times that night, and the next morning I’d woken up pretty sore. Now he won't take me again and it’s driving me crazy. I’ve been fine to go since yesterday, but he still shut me down, going with the classic head between my legs until I passed out and couldn’t beg anymore.

  “No. Just please. I need it. It hurts, Cash. I…” I try again, wiggling my hips a little, and I feel him smile against my neck. His hand moves to the nape of my neck, grabbing a fistful of my hair and tilting my head back.

  “Oh, I know what you need. What you were doing the second I walked in here. Do you like turning me on? Knowing you’re moving around this kitchen with my eyes on you, my cock getting harder with each sway of your hips? Do you do it on purpose? Trying to get me to sink into your pussy again?”

  “Oh, God.” That was another thing. Cash’s dirty talk had increased tenfold since our first night together. The man could leave me utterly speechless. I go from wanting to smack him to attacking him with my mouth and climbing him like a tree. Sometimes I think he pokes at me on purpose to get me worked up.

  His hand tightens in my hair, giving a little pull. “It’s Cash, sweetheart. Don’t make me tell you again. Only my name comes from that mouth of yours when you’re all wet.” If I wasn’t so turned on, I’d smile at the fact that he just got jealous of God.

  “Cash, please.”

  “Answer me,” he growls against me, his hand trailing a little farther up my legs. “Fuck.”

  It takes everything in me not to giggle. Oh, I did this on purpose all right. Took me an hour to trim six inches off the dress so it barely covered my ass, and I ditched my underwear. I was getting Cash to make love to me again today, one way or another.

  I can feel his control break as his fingers finally touch me. I’m so close I know it won’t take much.

  “Touch it. I ache, Cash,” I push.

  “I shouldn’t. I should make you ache like you’ve made me ache all day, but you know how much I like to watch you cum. Seeing you come undone for me.” He leans back, locking his eyes on mine. His gray eyes seem darker, filled with pure lust. One finger trails down my slit until he reaches my sweet spot. He pushes his way into me, filling me perfectly. I swear my body was made for him. It’s how it feels every time he touches me. It’s like he knows just what to do with me.

  His name falls from my lips in a long moan as his thumb starts to work my clit.

  “You wish that was my cock, sweetheart? That I was pumping in and out between your legs?”

  I don’t answer him. I just try to go for his jeans. He pulls my hair a little tighter, halting my movements once again as he continues to thrust his finger in and out of me.

  “Give it to me.” He growls the command, sending me over the edge. I feel his body shake with mine like he’s cumming with me. He enjoys my pleasure just as much as I do “That’s it, Mrs. McCallister. Give your husband what he wants. What belongs to him.”

  My body jerks as the intense rush of the orgasm simmers and fades.

  “Say it.”

  “Yours. Only yours.” It comes so simply from my lips now because it’s true. I know how much he likes when I tell him I belong to him.

  “Cash. I want more.” I try to go for his jeans again, but I’m pulled off the kitchen counter and placed behind him as I hear the front door open.

  “Something sure smells good in here,” I hear Earl say. I try to peek out from behind Cash, but he moves with me so I can’t see anything.

  Cash mumbles a low string of curses.

  “Eat,” is all he says before he turns to look down at me, a scowl on his face. He leans down close to my ear so only I can hear him. “Get your little ass into our bedroom. Grab a blanket and put some shorts on under whatever this thing is you’re wearing. I don’t know what it is but it sure ain’t a dress.”

  “I have to…” I motion towards the door where all the men are coming in for dinner.

  “No. You’re going to do what I told you.” He brings the finger he just had inside me to his mouth, sucking it clean. His expression tells me it’s the sweetest thing he’s ever tasted “Or I might lose my shit. Your face is still flushed from me making you cum, and no one sees that. No. One. I’m already on edge from not getting to be in you the last few days, and now the men on my ranch almost saw my wife cum. I would’ve had to cut out all their eyes. You want that?”

  I look up at him in shock. He doesn’t even crack a smile like he might be teasing. I hadn’t really thought about anyone walking in on us.

  “Go get the blanket, sweetheart. I’ll pull the last pie out of the oven and make us a plate to take outside for us to eat alone.”

  “You don’t like my dress?” I ask, taking a step back. When he growls, I jump, dashing off for the bedroom as I catch the murmur of someone saying something about how they’ve never seen Cash take a day off work in his life.

  That makes me smile as I go to the bedroom and find some shorts to slip on. I grab the pair of cowboy boots Cash bought me yesterday, too. He hasn’t been working the last few days, just doing things with me. He said it was a mini honeymoon until he found out what was happening around the farm with all the broken fences. Then he’d take me on a real one. Anywhere I liked. I kinda just want to stay here.

  He’s taken me fishing and swimming in the lake on his land. He’s brought me shopping in the city and out to explore in one of his four-wheelers. I wanted to take one of the horses, but he said I couldn’t go out on them yet, not until I wasn’t sore anymore. He said the only thing I should want to ride is him.

  It has all been so perfect. Every moment with him. I’ve never felt so happy and complete in my whole life. Like I really belong somewhere.

  I grab the blanket off the end of the bed and head back to the kitchen where I see Cash holding a basket in his hand. He takes the blanket from me, then takes my hand.

  “Clean up when you guys are done,” he throws over his shoulder as he pulls me from the house. People say their goodbyes to us as we exit. Once, Cash pulled me from the room and hoots and hollers rang out. Let’s just say that wouldn’t be happening again. I have to hold in a giggle when I remember his temper that night. He didn't even like the idea of people thinking that I had sex, even if it was with him.

  “Where we going?”

  “The barn. I’ll show you,” he says.

  When we get to the barn, he
pulls me towards the back to a ladder that’s partially hidden. I go up first with Cash right behind me.

  At the top is a landing with a giant open window that looks out onto the field behind the house. I see the sun setting over the lake from here. It’s beautiful.

  “You can see the lake from up here.” I turn to see Cash sitting on the blanket we’d brought, the food already pulled out from the basket as he just watches me.

  “Yeah. I used to come up here as a kid all the time. I even made it a clubhouse for a few years. Thought it was the coolest thing ever. Like I had my own house.”

  I walk over and sit next to him. Cash pulls me between his legs, my back to his chest. He doesn’t talk much about his past, neither of us really do. We both just drop little things here and there.

  “It’s easier,” I say, picking up a piece of chicken and taking a bite.

  “It really is.”

  I turn to look at him, caught off guard by how he got me so easily. He already knew what I was talking about. We’d both lost our families, but the loss isn’t so paralyzing now that we have each other. Cash seems to be able to read me like no one else ever has.

  “I loved my mama. She was all I had, but things could be hard.” I feel Cash’s mouth touch the top of my head as he squeezes me a little tighter. “You know I lived on a farm until I was about sixteen, but then we left the Blackwells to go back to the city. We left because Mama got sick. We needed to be closer to the doctors. I held onto her for a few years, then she was just gone, and I was all alone. We’d poured all our money into those doctors, and when she passed I barely had enough to put her in the ground.”

  I feel Cash’s body go completely still, almost like he isn’t even breathing. I turn to look at him, and for the first time I see a look I’ve never seen on his face before. Panic. Or maybe it's guilt.

  I turn all the way around and straddle him. His hands come to my face, cupping it. “I can’t let you go. I knew a little about your past. I asked the agency. They told me you were broke and didn’t really have much of a choice. I’d actually told Earl that day to send you back. Give you some money and tell you I’d changed my mind. I could have given you an out when you got here. Helped you get set up or something, offered you just a job here, but I was a selfish bastard. All I could think from the moment I laid eyes on you was that I had to get you down the aisle and tied to me. Then that wasn’t enough. Now all I can think about is putting a baby in you. Then you really could never leave me. You’d be stuck here forever. Mine. I even stole your birth control pills that first night you passed out. You’d left them in the bathroom. Flushed them right down the toilet so there would be no finding them. Even as I tell you this, I know I’m not letting you leave here, even after my confession. I can’t.”

  I study him for a second, then burst out laughing. I’d actually completely forgotten about my birth control pills. Probably because I wasn't used to taking them to begin with. I know I should probably be mad, but that’s Cash and his brute caveman antics. It’s one of the things I love most about him.

  “Why are you laughing? I trapped you here.” His hands drop from my face, and he runs a giant paw through his hair.

  “No, that’s not how you trapped me here.” I giggle again, making him turn his scowl on me, the one that doesn’t work on me like it does his farmhands. “The way you love me, the way you make me feel, those are the things that make me want to stay with you, Cash. That’s how you kept me here, and you keep doing those things. I’ll never leave.”

  I feel him relax, some of the tension leaving his body. “You’re never leaving here. Period.”

  “Okay. I’m never leaving,” I confirm. He takes my mouth in a deep kiss. There’s no finesse or seduction to it. It’s a kiss filled with pure emotion and relief. Like he’d been hanging onto this one thing that might take me away from him, and now that tension has shattered.

  He pulls away, both of us out of breath as he rests his forehead against mine.

  “I’ve been so lonely, too. Hell, you saw that attic. It hurt coming home at night, so I put as much of my parents as I could away so it wouldn’t be so hard. It didn’t help much. I miss them, but I think I was longing for what they had together. I thought I’d never have it. It was like a double punch every time I walked into the house. I’d lost them and I’d also somehow lost the possibility of replicating their happiness for my own.”

  He places another kiss on my lips. This one is soft, like he needs to finish what he’s saying.

  “Now I can’t get back home fast enough. Hell, I remember the first day I went out knowing you were back at the big house. I was busting ass to get shit done so I could run back and just check on you. I was thinking you might change your mind and leave. I just wanted another look at you to see if you were real, or maybe I’d finally gone crazy and dreamed something up. I’ve spent the last few years trying to stay out of the house, and now I can’t seem to get myself to stay away from it. You did that. That’s why I can’t let you go. I need you, Clare. You brought me back to life. I can’t go back to just working myself to death. That’s what I was doing. Up at first light, working hard all day so when I got home all I could do was eat, then hit that bed and crash.”

  I feel my eyes start to water, a lump growing in my throat.

  “I love you, Cash. You make me feel like the most important person in the world.”

  “You are.”

  This time I kiss him. I can feel the tears run down my cheeks.

  “Don’t cry. Want me to get you all riled up?” he teases, making me smile.

  “How come you never tried to?” I sigh, not sure why I’m asking this because I don’t think I want to know, but another part of me does. “You know, like meet a girl or something. Not like you’re bad on the eyes. June couldn’t have been the only girl in this town.”

  Cash’s cheeks show a hint of red. Is he blushing? No way my dirty-talking cowboy is blushing at my question.

  “Cash,” I push, really wanting to know now.

  “I already told you I wasn’t girl crazy. I was always on my horse or helping my pa. I’d gone to the city one time with some of the farmhands. They like to head to the bars a few times a month to let loose. Well, I let a little too loose my first time. Drank a little too much and felt it for three days. I never took them up on going out again.” He takes a deep breath. “Then I lost my parents and all my energy went into making sure I made this farm stay alive. Make them proud.”

  “What are you saying, Cash?” He couldn’t be…

  “I don’t think it bothered me because I never had it, so I clearly didn’t know what I was missing. No, Clare, I’ve never been with anyone but you.”

  I launch myself at him, making him fall back.

  “No more teasing. I’m not sore anymore, Cash. Gimme what’s mine now.”

  He smiles. “Yes, ma’am.” Then he takes my mouth. We start pulling at each other’s clothes, then Cash suddenly stops. I start to protest, but his hand goes over my mouth. He makes a shushing motion with his other hand.

  “Hurry up. I just saw them all head to the bunkhouse,” I hear June say, instantly recognizing her voice. I really get what Cash meant about it driving him crazy now.

  I hear a splash, like liquid is being poured onto the ground.

  “Should we let the horses out?” Cash’s face fills with rage at the sound of Billy’s voice.

  “No. It might draw attention. Just light it already,” June replies, and that’s when I smell the gas.

  “When I let you go, you’ll get down that ladder and you run,” Cash whispers to me. “Promise me. You’ll get down that ladder and run. You clear those doors and you get Earl.”

  I nod and he kisses me briskly, then he drags us both to our feet. He jumps right over the side, not bothering with the ladder. I follow down as quickly as I can. I see him on top of Billy, June just standing there, looking on in shock. I just turn and run like Cash told me to.

  When I clear the barn doors
I start screaming. I see Earl and two other hands come flying out of his little cabin in a dead run towards me. I point to the barn and they run past me.

  I don’t know what to do. Cash told me to get out of the barn. It takes everything in me to stay rooted to my spot, and thank God Cash comes out just a few minutes later. I jump on him and he catches me.

  “Thank you, sweetheart. You don’t know how important it is when I tell you to do something out here and you do it. It means I don’t have to worry.”

  I smile at him. “I hope you just mean on the farm because that won’t work so well anywhere else.”

  “Wouldn’t want it any other way.”

  The doors start to push open and Cash puts me on my feet as Billy and June are pulled out of the barn. Each is held by the arm. Billy looks like he can barely stand. Blood is gushing from his nose and one eye is already starting to swell shut.

  I can’t stop the gasp that leaves my mouth.

  “He tried to light our barn on fire, sweetheart. With you in it. He’s lucky he can breathe, let alone walk,” Cash says between clenched teeth, like the words taste like acid in his mouth.

  I place one hand around his arm, trying to get him to calm down a little.

  June just sobs. She jerks from Earl’s hold and he lets her go. She tumbles in a pile on the dirt.

  I turn at the sound of a truck I don’t recognize coming up the drive.

  It comes to a stop about twenty feet from us, and a man who looks to be in his fifties pulls himself from the truck.

  “Daddy. I didn’t do anything!” June sobs from the ground.

  The man just shakes his head like he’s not real sure what to do with his sobbing daughter.

  “You going to call the Sheriff?” he finally asks.