Authors: Breanna Hayse
“What if I don’t want my own room?”
“Then you are welcome to stay in mine. With me. You have plenty of time to decide, okay? Now let’s pack up and head home. You kept me up with your snoring last night, and I want a nap.”
“I don’t snore, Preston Riley!”
“Like hell you don’t,” Preston teased. Yes, she was definitely fun to get a rise out of.
After hosing off the animals and the gear from the sand and salt water, Preston plopped in his hammock under the large “Disney” tree built next to the corral. Serena eyed it, noticing that it actually had footholds built into the trunk and a platform on top. She climbed up the tree and through the branches, following the hidden ladders and platforms that took her to the canopy. She stared, breathless, at the view. Nothing obstructed her vision. She could see for at least 50 miles in all directions, from Tijuana to Oceanside. Too bad she didn’t know about this on the 4
th
of July! An idea popped into her head.
“Preston! Wake up!”
“I was just dozing. What’s wrong? What are you doing up there?” he asked, seeing her little face peeking through the branches.
“Did you know this was a tree house?”
“Really? I had no idea. This is Sara’s doing.”
“Can we watch the Sea World fireworks from up here tonight? You can see the entire county.”
“Maybe.
If
you let me take my nap.”
“You can sleep when you’re dead. Come on, don’t be such a grump.”
Preston woke as the sun was starting to set, feeling very warm, weighted down, and uncomfortable. No wonder! Not only was one dog nested between his legs and the other under his left arm, but Serena was sound asleep snuggled on his chest.
“I’m nothing but a damn mattress for females,” he muttered, trying to untangle himself from the three. The collies lifted their heads and yawned, plopping back down while Serena merely pushed herself closer to his body. “I gotta get up. You three are killing my back.”
“Don’t go. I’m cozy,” Serena mumbled.
“We can cuddle later. Right now, I need to feed the animals. Help me and we’ll stay up to watch fireworks tonight.”
“Really? Promise?”
“Yes, I promise,” he said, again amused with her childlike enthusiasm. “You act like you’ve never seen fireworks before.”
“Not since I was little and Drew took me to the park. What do you want me to do?”
“Do you know how to milk?”
The adventure began. Despite the nanny being somewhat cooperative, Serena’s lack of experience made the goat antsy, and she kept kicking the milk pail over, much to the delight of the waiting dogs. Serena was determined to make Preston proud and nearly yelled in delight when she finally got her first stream going. But of course, the goat kicked the bucket again and spilled it. Serena’s hands ached by time she emptied the udder, but she did manage to get a pint of the frothy white milk.
Preston showed her how to filter it, and then he stored it in the refrigerator for their morning breakfast. Selena then gathered the eggs from the Road Island Reds, surprised when the chickens didn’t brood and just let her lift them from the nests. She then laid some fresh hay for the goats as Preston finished the milking.
“Preston? Can I put a high tower on the house so you can lay out and watch fireworks?” Serena asked as they sat together on the platform that evening.
“You may do whatever you wish. This might be the only chance you have to play with a design, and I want you to enjoy it.”
“It’s so expensive, though. Your budget—”
“Don’t worry about that. I set it to give Sara some limits. My parents had an active ranch that I sold above market value after they passed away. My share is what’s paying for most of this.”
“What about your sister?”
“She’s investing her share into her business. I should probably tell you something. Remember that ballroom you hate?”
“How could I forget—Oh, no. She’s Jane-Marie Stone? Oh, God!”
“I did not share your opinion with her, don’t worry. To be honest, I’m not thrilled with it either. I’d never tell Janie, it would only take her three seconds to smack me senseless.”
“I can’t believe you didn’t tell me and just let me make a fool out of myself,” Serena scolded, thoroughly embarrassed. “I really think that your mother should have thrown you away and kept the stork.”
“No you don’t. You adore me.”
Serena grunted, trying to ignore the large hand on her thigh. The problem was he was right! They sat quietly, watching the sparkling colors dancing in the dark sky, and then sat for another hour gazing at the blanket of city lights below and the shimmering stars above.
“Cold?” Preston asked, holding her as she pressed into his chest.
“Getting there. I’m a wimp. I hate the cold.”
“Me too. I don’t miss Wyoming, especially the winters. It’s getting late. Let’s get down.”
“I suppose I should be getting home anyway,” Serena said sadly, accepting his help jumping out of the tree.
Preston caught her in his arms, not putting her down. “Do you have to? I’d like you to stay.”
“But why? The puppies cuddle you, scratch your back, eat your face, and obey your every command. They worship the ground you walk on, though I really can’t imagine why. They provide the perfect female companionship for you,” Serena teased, wrapping her arms around Preston’s neck and her legs around his waist. He cupped her bottom in his hands and pressed his lips against hers, pushing her back against the tree and pressing her pelvis to his attentive cock as it strained through his jeans.
“Damn, Serena, I want you,” Preston mumbled into her throat as he covered her with kisses.
“So what’s stopping you? Not me,” came the wispy response.
“We really shouldn’t, but I’m not a saint,” Preston murmured into Serena’s hair, his teeth grazing over her shoulder and back to her neck. His member was straining against his pants, curving against his groin and up to his hip. It faintly throbbed against Serena’s stomach as her legs tightened around him.
"Neither am I," Serena whispered as she slipped her hands underneath his shirt. Preston said nothing, leaning into her hands and tangling his fingers in her hair to pull her face to his. He carried her to the RV, ordered the dogs to the pen, and closed the door behind him as his lips continued to savor her warm skin. He lowered her onto the big, soft bed and kneeled over her body as he gazed down into her face.
“You are so beautiful,” Preston said in a hushed tone, cupping the side of her face with his hand. Her lips parted, craving the taste of his skin. He held her hands down on the bed by her side and grabbed the edge of her shirt with his teeth, peeling it up to her chest. He then pushed it under her chin with his nose, making her giggle as his chin tickled her chest.
“Let go of my hands.”
“No,” Preston answered huskily, nuzzling her soft cleavage and kissing the flesh outlined by her lacey lilac-colored bra. He glanced at her with a wicked smile, “Wanna know about my special talent?”
“What are you up to?” Serena wiggled her groin towards him. Preston pressed his mouth against the front clasp of the low plunged lingerie and deftly unlatched it using only his teeth. He ran his cheek along her right breast and grabbed the strap to pull it off her shoulder. He then brushed his lips across her chest and drew the left strap down to her wrist. He returned to the right side and effectively restrained her hands with the bra band wedged under her back. Gently, Preston kneeled on her hands and lifted the shirt over her head, exposing her naked, unencumbered breasts to his gaze and his mouth.
“Did you know that my mom made me learn to play the trumpet? She took it away from me when I discovered how to make the coyotes howl.”
“Very romantic, Pres,” Serena snorted. “Why are you telling me this?” she asked, arching her back to encourage his caress.
“Because I know how to use my lips other than for kissing,” he answered, locking her right nipple in his mouth and pulling it gently between his lips, tongue, and teeth. Serena gasped sharply as shivers jolted her body. Serena moaned again, slowly losing control as his mouth gripped her breasts and kissed and pulled at her nipples. He traced her lips with his finger as he paused to study her face, watching as she devoured his fingers with the wetness of her tongue.
“Holy shit!” she panted. “We need to change the schools’ curriculums. It should be mandatory that every little boy learns how to play the trumpet. Oh my God!”
Preston chuckled, moving to her other breast, his tongue flicking the pert pink nub before suckling and licking it with long, languid strokes of his tongue. Serena was trembling as he brushed her stomach with kisses, easily unbuttoning and unzipping her shorts with his teeth as he continued to hold her hands down with his own.
Serena purred as he probed her naval and nibbled on the gentle swell of her abdomen. He nipped the soft flesh of her hips. “I’m letting go of your hands. Don’t move,” he ordered, releasing his hold to slide her shorts away before peeling off the silky panties to leave her completely naked before his eyes. He pulled his shirt over his own head and leaned in to her.
“Take off your jeans,” Serena commanded, hungrily looking at his crotch and wondering what lay hidden for her. She had felt his pulsing organ press against her earlier, promising another adventure. One she had not yet experienced.
“Not yet,” he replied, his lips returning to the inviting flesh of her torso. His hand ran gently over the smooth, naked mound that glistened with moisture. Trapped in a dizzy whirlwind of agonizing pleasure, Serena moaned loudly as his mouth tasted her delicate folds. Preston made an appreciative sound as he hungrily explored the sweetness of her womanhood, lapping her juices like they were pure ambrosia. Her clit grew in his mouth as he gently sucked, nibbled, and tickled it with the tip of his tongue, teasing and taunting her as he brought her to the brink and then withdrew.
“Preston, please—I need you in me,” Serena begged. “Please, let me up.”
He released her, and she slid her hands to his pants, unzipping them as she felt his heart ram against her chest. She timidly reached between their bodies for his warm cock, unable to cover the entire shaft of hard muscle in her tiny hands. Her eyes widened in surprise as she slid her fingers unhurriedly up and down the warm flesh, discovering him with her hands. His breathing was jagged as he leaned against her.
“Why would you want me?” she asked him hoarsely. There was that stone look as his whiskey gold eyes locked onto her, smoldering euphorically. Preston stood, pulling her up with him as he wrapped her legs around his waist. His left arm easily cradled her from underneath, leaving his right hand free to explore.
“Why wouldn’t I? Serena, I’m falling in love with you. You’ve turned my life, and my heart, around since the day you flipped me off,” he responded, deeply inhaling her fragrance as he gently thrust a finger inside her dripping pussy. He paused, frowning slightly as he looked down at her. “You’re a virgin?”
She nodded, pulling him against her body, engulfing his mouth with her own. “I’m your virgin, if you’ll have me.” He answered by probing her deeply with his long fingers, feeling the tightness of her walls enclose around them as they stroked the smooth tissue of wet, inner flesh. Simultaneously, he rubbed her clit with his thumb. He spread his fingers slowly, hearing her gasp with pleasure.
“I would be honored, my love. Don’t be afraid, I won’t hurt you,” he cooed. He pulled her closer as he sat on the bed, lifting her to straddle his lap before bringing her gently down on his warm, bobbing member. Very slowly, he lowered her until she swallowed him to the hilt, fighting the need to ravish her wildly as her hot, tightness ensconced his rigid manhood. Serena started to propel her body up and down, her cries lusty as he filled her. His cock was saturated with her moisture as he met her demanding rhythm with deep, powerful thrusts of his own.
The orgasm that struck her violently left her vision blurred as she fervently clung to him, her moans lost in his kisses. Lust gripped him as he continued to shamelessly caress her ass, her legs, and her breasts with his hands as his thrusts penetrated her very core and melded their bodies together.
Serena collapsed against his chest, arms wrapped around his broad shoulders, panting breathlessly, his twitching cock still lodged deep inside of her. Preston pressed his lips to her temple, eyes closed and heart pounding loudly. Serena whined as she felt him slide slowly from her.
“No—don’t go away.”
“Silly. I’ll be back soon enough. Are you okay?”
“It was wonderful. I feel so—happy. And sore. I’m sorry.”
“For what, honey? Being a virgin?”
“No, for calling you microphallic. I was wrong,” Serena giggled.
“No additional comments or wisecracks? Should I prepare myself?” Preston cuddled her close to him, stroking her body and making goose bumps appear.
Serena groaned, closing her eyes. “Believe it or not, I can’t think of any. Besides, you already told me this morning that I used up my day’s quota, remember?”
“Hmmm, maybe there
is
hope about your changing your attitude!”
“Oh, bite me!” Serena scrunched her face. Preston raised his eyebrow and Serena offered him her neck. “Literally.”
Chapter Six
Two weeks later, Preston held out the frilly white apron and pink calico smock and smiled at the expression on Serena’s face as she sat on his bed. “Like it? I ordered it just for you.”
“What the hell is it? And what are those?”
“Tsk tsk, put that in your book.”
“What? I didn’t do anything,” Serena scowled.
“You swore again, you saucy little wench. Do it.”
Serena sighed, reaching under the bed and pulling out the small journal he had given her a week ago. It was a punishment book, and he had ordered her to write down all her infractions in it. She hated the thing. It provided a constant reminder of the upcoming Sunday evening punishment session. Preston had warned her that it would be nothing like her previous spankings, and her stomach turned with nervous anticipation.