She was bent over putting something in the oven. Her very fine ass was on display in the too tight jeans she wore and oh fucking shit my cock came to complete attention.
I cleared my throat and made a beeline out the door for the backyard. Maybe I'll go dunk my head in the creek; that ought to cool my ass off.
I never moved so fast in my life as I made my retreat with my heart racing out of my chest. What the fuck am I gonna do now?
A million thoughts ran through my head as I walked away from the house, not least of all was where had my well known control gone?
She wasn’t even here a day and I was already in trouble. What was it about her that was making me react this way?
Was it because of her past, or because all I could see when I look at her was me covering her, what?
Then like a bucket of cold water being doused on me out of nowhere, another thought hit.
Chapter 7
CALEB
"Fuck, shit, fuck." I know she saw my hasty retreat, let's hope she never figures out why I had to make it.
Un-fucking-believable, after all these years of being in control, and my dick still got hard at the sight of her ass, but damn what an ass.
Okay Caleb maybe you should stop thinking about her ass if you want your shit to go down sometime this week. I brushed my hand down the front of my fly.
Instant fucking hard on, this shit hasn't happened to me in a long time. I mean I get a little rush if I see something I like, but nothing like this.
This is some high school shit that a grown man my age should've put behind him a long time ago.
"Mr. Dunbar, uh Caleb is everything okay, are you hurt?" Shit, that fucking voice; have mercy I'm so fucked.
"No Amanda I'm fine, you go on back inside I'll be back later." Please don't come any farther, just stay back there where you are.
“Are you sure, you look...”
"I'm gonna head over to the barn, I forgot something." I hot footed it to the barn moving as fast as my full-blown hard-on would let me; shit now she probably thinks I'm a quack.
***
AMANDA
Hmm, that was strange, oh well he said he was fine, so I guess that's that. I went back to the kitchen where I'd started a chocolate-layered cake for dessert.
It was a sure sign that I was feeling happy; I always cooked way too much when I was happy.
One day here and already I'm feeling some of my old spirit return. Since one of the first things I’d learned in therapy was to take whatever I could from each day I was given, I was going to grab hold with both hands.
I flitted around the house for the rest of the afternoon, straightening up and doing some light dusting even though he said he had a cleaning service.
It's just that I have all this pent-up energy all of a sudden, not to mention the fact that I find my new boss sexy as all hell and I haven't been laid in a long, long, long time.
Not that I was planning on getting laid or anything, or by him in particular, shit Amanda, don't go there. I’ve never been the bold siren type, but something, maybe the fresh air or the wide-open spaces I find myself surrounded by, seemed to be awakening something in me. Something wild and untamed I hope, I could do with a little bit of that.
Still Amanda, you don’t even know if he has someone, for all you know he could be engaged.
Too late I have a very clear picture of one Caleb Dunbar lying over me. Those strong muscled shoulders I'd seen earlier covering me as he plunged in and out of me. Shit I just came on myself.
***
CALEB
I'm tempted, so tempted to beat off, but somehow it feels disrespectful to her. And when the fuck has that ever been an issue before?
Okay, I have to get my head straight here, this was becoming about more than the sound of her voice or the usual attraction to a pretty face. I'd seriously wanted to smash Mikey's face in earlier because she'd smiled at the kid. What the fuck was up with that?
I didn't have a jealous bone in my body, never did, but in the space of a few hours I've warned my men off of her, came close to maiming one of them, and now I was sporting one massive hard on.
That's another thing, she's so fucking tiny how was I ever going to get inside her? Not that I was planning to or anything, just saying. I looked down at my monster and shook my head.
I’m not sure Drake did her any favors bringing her here. I had the bad feeling that this was going to be a case of out of the frying pan into the fire. But before I go making plans with my dick, I’d better get the lay of the land.
Chapter 8
I refused to go anywhere near the house for the rest of the day. I found things to do, of which there was plenty on a ranch this size and still be within yelling distance of her in case she needed me.
I found as the day wore on, that it was better not to think of her at all, but that was easier said than done. Her hair, her scent, her perfect ass, damn it's only day one and I'm already sweating bullets.