“Dad? Can I ask you something?”
“Sure. Anything son. What’s up?” my dad asks as he stops typing on his laptop and gives me his full attention.
“Who did you sell that one-hundred acre piece of property to?”
He leans back in his chair and crosses his arms over his recently expanded waistband. “A good friend of mine. He’s a big time lawyer. Geez, that was about eighteen years ago. Why? I haven’t heard a peep, is there trouble?”
“No, I don’t know. There’s a girl…”
“Ah! Girls are always trouble,” he says while chuckling.
“It’s not like that. She’s….strange? She’s skittish. I see her at the fence almost every day. She looks scared.”
“Hmmm. Well, Alex is a good man. I’ve known him since high school. He’s a damn good lawyer too. He’s the one that helped me with the contracts and legal stuff when I inherited the ranch. He asked me to keep the transaction private. Whoever lives there is his business, not ours. For all I know, they could be in a witness protection program. Either way, don’t get involved Dillon. I would leave her alone.”
“Don’t you think it’s strange that they fenced off the property like that?”
“Some people just like their privacy. Leave it alone.”
“Yeah, okay.” Only, I don’t think I can leave her alone. He must see my hesitancy.
“He’s a good friend of mine Dillon, don’t go prying where you’re not welcome.”
“Yes sir,” I reply and nod once at my dad and then I leave him to finish his work.
If we’re not riding the horses around the property, we use ATVs to get around. I head towards the storage barn to grab one. I just need to go somewhere to think. I rev one up and make my way to the other barn, glancing towards the elm as I always do. I don’t see her. I find a quiet spot in the barn to relax. As I’m struggling with my thoughts and my dad’s warnings about staying away from Amy, Candice struts in the barn and casually straddles my lap on the hay stack.
“Where did you go?” she asks in her pouty voice.
“I just had to talk to my dad.”
“Everything okay?”
“Yeah.”
“You’ve been so distant lately, Dillon. Talk to me.”
I really don’t want to tell her about Amy. Candice is not a very understanding kind of girl. She will immediately feel threatened and coil up like a rattle snake, preparing to attack. I met Candice over three years ago at my first college party. I was a horny college kid away from home for the first time. After a few mystery drinks in those red solo cups, my farm boy manners disappeared. Candice is hot. Like Megan Fox hot. She was on her knees sucking like a hoover before I knew what was happening. Well, not really. I knew. God, I knew. She’s the most aggressive girl I’ve ever met, in and out of the bedroom. She always gets what she wants. So, that is why I woke up with her the next morning and then the morning after that. She doesn’t take no for an answer. I wasn’t looking for a relationship, but she’s like gum on my shoe. Even though I met her in Texas at school, coincidentally she lives in Denver, a very short three hour drive from here, so she spends every weekend…at the ranch….with me. She’s really not my type. She likes to shop, party and keep up with the Kardashians. She has no interest in getting dirty on the ranch or just sitting by the lake watching the sun set. She’d rather be doing her nails or dancing at a club. I’m not even sure why she’s with me. Must be my body. She’s like the energizer bunny when it comes to sex, so I can’t complain. There have been no ‘I love you’s’ exchanged or intense emotional conversations about our feelings. We’re just friends with benefits as far as I’m concerned.
“I just have a lot on my mind, you know? Taking over the ranch is a lot of work and I still have so much to figure out. It’s just stressful.”
“Well!” she says enthusiastically. “I know exactly what you need.” Her red stained lips smile mischievously at me. “Lay back.” She pushes on my chest until I’m flat on my back on a stack of hay. She lifts my shirt, raking her fake red nails across my chest, pinching my nipples and then slowly descending towards my belt buckle. She’s quick and has my pants and underwear pulled down to my ankles and her lips wrapped around my cock before I have a chance to think. She’s good like that. Once her hand grips the base of my cock and starts pumping while her tongue swirls around the tip, I just don’t even bother to think. I give in. I close my eyes and grip her hair in my fist. She makes these wet sucking sounds that has me exploding like a teenage boy within minutes. She swallows it all. Always. With a wicked Joker grin, because her red lipstick is now smeared all over her face, she crawls up my body. I don’t have the heart to tell her.