“What are you doing outside?” he asked. He’d been in his study reading when he heard the sound of footsteps. The footsteps were too light to be Liam’s.
“Thinking. I couldn’t sleep.”
Since she’d been working at the ranch, she’d spent most of her available time in her room. He hoped she liked it. Both he and Liam had spent ages picking out the colors and the furniture, hoping to make it beautiful for her.
“Well, Liam was asleep, up until his parents called about five minutes ago. I just had to wake him from a deep sleep,” he said.
Claire chuckled. “What could they be wanting at this hour?”
“I’m sure we’ll get the heads-up when he’s done. A grouchy Liam. That sure sounds like fun.”
Liam was on the phone talking with his parents. They wanted him to ask a girl out to the dance on Friday. Shane wanted to go with Claire. What would the town think if both men turned up with Claire?
“What are you thinking about?”
“Nothing much. Just about my life.”
Shane glanced down at the railing where her hands lay next to his. Her hands were pale against his own tanned hands. He wanted to close the distance and enfold her in his arms. To keep her, hold her tight, and never let go.
“Do you hate working for us?”
“I love working here.”
He smiled.
“What happens when you get women?”
His smile dropped. Before he thought about his actions, he grabbed her waist and spun her around to face him. He was angry with her constantly thinking they were going to leave. As far as he and Liam were concerned, the only woman good enough for them was her.
“What is with you and thinking me and Liam are going to get married? Open your eyes, Claire. We’re not going anywhere, and if we have our way, neither are you,” he said with a growl to his voice.
She opened her mouth to speak, but he didn’t want to hear any of it. He slammed his lips down on hers, and for the first time since she’d been seventeen, Shane came to life.
Her lips melted beneath his own. Hands circled his neck, and he grabbed her tighter. He turned and pressed her against the side of the ranch house. His fingers sank into her hair. Shane didn’t want to let go. She became a drug to his system. The type of drug he didn’t want to stop.
His cock ached. He wanted to push her up against the wall, tear his jeans off, and fuck her hard and fast on the porch.
Moving his hands out of her hair and down to cup her ass, he lifted her and waited as she wrapped her legs around his waist.
His cock pressed against her covered wet pussy. Shane imagined she’d be dripping wet. A woman with so much passion inside her would be.
“Shane,” she moaned in between his fiery kisses. Lust filled his veins.
His entire senses were surrounded by the feel and scent of Claire.
“I want you,” he said. Dropping her down to her feet, Shane stared into her eyes as she loosened her robe with one hand and dropped one side of her robe with the other, exposing one of her tits to his gaze.
She licked her lips, making him groan. He wanted his cock in her mouth. Would she swallow his cum?
He did not look away from her as he pressed a finger to her clit. She hadn’t worn any panties. Unable to stop himself, he looked down at her pussy. A light dusting of hair covered her cunt. Her hair was covered with cream.
“You’re so fucking wet.”
“Please, Shane,” she begged.
He couldn’t stop if he wanted to. Her screams of pleasure would be the only thing to satisfy him now.
Kissing her one last time, Shane bent his head and took a firm nipple inside his mouth at the same time he pressed against her swollen clit.
She buckled, her fingers gripping his hair. His fingers were slippery wet, and he wanted to lick them clean. The pleasure was for her. Not for him. He resisted the temptation and continued to touch her.
“Shane,” she panted.
He wanted her to shatter in his arms, so he could capture every moment of her release to live the experience over and over again.
What are you doing? You’re not giving her a choice. Controlling, manipulating. You make me sick. You’re just like your father.
Words he’d tried to keep buried and overcome plagued him.
Claire was in his arms, but was she there willingly? He’d coerced her into giving him this.
Disgusted with himself, he pulled away. His hands left the heat of her wet cunt. She stood, flushed, with herself exposed to the world. He’d done this.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
Without another word, he left.
* * * *
Mortified and hurt, Claire pulled her robe back into place. Was she to be forever cursed to be left to ache?
Shane fired her blood as did Liam, yet when they were working her, they left before she could know the pleasure of her own release. A quick glance back at the stars didn’t help her any.