Just Her Luck (29 page)

I let my tongue run along his length, tongue ring smoothing down the underside of his shaft as I slowly slid him out of my mouth, sucking on the head when I got to it, lavishing it generously with attention with my tongue, paying special attention to the rim, where I'd discovered last night he was most sensitive.

I heard a weird sound from somewhere, like the radio was on or something, but it stopped as suddenly as it had started, so I didn't think any more of it.

"Aw, baby. That feels so good."

I sucked him down again, purring when I let him slide out.

His hips jerked and he tried not to thrust when I wrapped my lips around him tight and sucked, humming in the back of my throat.

"So fucking good. Oh, yeah, suck my cock! Ah, god, keep doing that, just like that, baby."

I gripped the base of his penis in my hand and squeezed gently, pumping him in time to my head bobbing up and down to swallow him up.

The phone kept ringing, reminding me that I had turned the answering machine off.

Ephraim growled and yanked me up, pulling at my ass cheeks as he lined my dripping wet sex up with his cock.

"Oh, god, baby. Just let me do it like this, just like this. I know what I said... but please. Ah, god, just this once. One more time," he begged, wedging the head of his cock into my pussy, "I'll give you whatever you want. You can have my fucking truck for all I care."

What the hell, right? It's my safe time and he's so desperate for it he's willing to give me his truck to fuck me bareback.

I grinned winningly and slammed down on him hard, taking him all in, my pussy swallowing him down whole, both of us shouting out at the perfection of it, breaking out into a rough untamed coupling, both of us lost, a complete lack of restraint on both our parts as I rode him hard, bucking on him frantically, his hands scrambling for purchase.

I gripped his shoulders and ground my clit into his pelvis, loving the fullness of him so deep inside me, the pressure building up swiftly, coiling deep in my belly.

He gripped my hair in his hands, tugging a little, his firm yet gentle grip making me moan, his lips crashing down on mine, tongues tangling, bodies lit up like the fourth of July.

We both came at the same time, stars dancing before my eyes as I let go and euphoria swept over me, calling out his name hoarsely, my own name shouted out loudly from him, our bodies rocking and convulsing in time, in tune with each other as I milked him dry and he gave me all he had.

He shuddered as he finished and relaxed down into the chair, slumping a little as he looked up at me, giving me a slow sexy grin.

"I think you sucked me dry, baby." He smiled contentedly, closing his eyes, his head lolling back a little against the back of the chair.

I snort giggled, pleased with myself.

He just sighed.

I couldn't help the smile of supreme satisfaction that streaked across my face, making me want to preen a little, just for him, proud of myself for turning my hunk ‘O’ man into a happy, sated lump.

I leaned forward, running my hands up his chest, giving a throaty laugh when his cocked twitched in response, still inside me.

He peeked an eye open and gave me a lazy smile.

"Happy birthday, handsome," I purred against his lips.

"Best birthday ever," he mumbled, his tongue snaking out to play with mine.

His cock slipped out of me, sated and limp now, and I sighed at the loss.

He sighed heavily too and lifted me up, looking down sadly at his cock.

"I think you broke it."

I burst out laughing and slapped at his chest.

"I did not!"

"You did," he said solemnly, "look at him. He's all tuckered out."

"Shut up!"

I glared at the phone when it started ringing again, interrupting us,
for the millionth time
.

"What is going on? It must be important for whoever to be calling so much," I muttered, sliding off my
'boyfriend
' to go answer it.

Boyfriend... hmmm. The more I say it, the more I like it.

My boyfriend.

"Hello?" I answered once I'd reached the receiver, voice more curt than usual.

"Genevieve," Bowen practically growled from the other end of the line.

"Yes," I snapped at him, not caring for his tone. "If you're calling to be an ass all of the sudden, pulling the same 'it was all a mistake' bullshit like Sawyer or the 'I'm too old for you, it was only one night' crap like Reeve, then you can just..."

"I need you to do something and then I need to talk to you. Are you coming over later to celebrate Ephraim's birthday at the house?" he asked suddenly, voice a lot calmer, more husky than usual, but calmer.

"There's a party?" I asked in a small voice, feeling left out, unable to mask the hurt from my tone before I responded.

"Didn't Ree... never mind," he muttered. "I guess he wouldn't. Will you come?"

"No," I said immediately, stomaching tightening up in knots.

Reeve was planning the party, obviously, I knew what he didn't say. Reeve was the one setting everything up and he didn't want me there.

I won't go
, I decided, but not because
he
doesn't want me to.

I promised myself a stress free, Reeve free weekend anyway, right?

We'll just finish our party here, just the two of us, Ephraim and me, and then he can go have another one, and I won't be treated like a leper by whoever the eldest grumpy Harrison invited.

He probably warned them to bring mace or something and keep at least three feet from me at all times, claiming I might bite.

"No?" Bowen asked, surprised.

"No," I answered, glancing at Ephraim, smiling when he winked at me and mouthed 'Who is it?'

'Bowen' I mouthed back and he nodded, getting up to go to the bathroom.

"Are you, uh, having fun?" he asked curiously, a choked noise coming from somewhere in the background from his end of the phone, then a crack sound and an angry growl.

Are they doing construction? What the hell?

"What are you doing over there?"

"Nothin'," Bowen coughed and cleared his throat, "Just, uh, listen, it wasn't on purpose, but... Sawyer! Fuck!" he yelled, bellowing out in pain.

"Bowen?
Bowen?"

I pulled the phone away from my ear when it sounded like the phone had been shoved into a dryer, weird tumbling, rumbling and smacking, clacking noises coming through from the other end of the line.

"Sweet cakes?" came the wrong voice, the loud banging sounding muffled suddenly, less loud than before.

"Thatcher?"

There was muffled shouting in the background, and I could have sworn there was grunting and cussing, then thudding.

"What's going on over there?" I asked worriedly.

"Just a little
disagreement
," he said innocently.

"Uhm, oh."

Ephraim came out of the bathroom and covered up the mouth piece on the phone, making me giggle when he nipped my shoulder playfully, pretending to growl, tapping my ass when I leaned forward to dodge him.

"Ah, god! Not that again! It’s just wrong!" Thatcher whined. "Sawyer? Can't you figure out how to turn that shit off? Where the fuck is Reeve? Hang it up or something, huh? It can't be that hard! You got it off the intercom, didn't you? Then quit pummeling him and figure the god damn speaker phone out in here!"

"Huh?" I mumbled, confused, uncovering the mouthpiece.

"Oh, uh, look, put Ephraim on, would ya?"

I handed Ephraim the phone and frowned.

Ephraim, surprised, took the phone and held it to his ear.

"Hello?"

He listened for a few minutes and a frown started up on his face, growing more and more furrowed, whatever was being said upsetting him.

"Why the hell didn't any of you assholes say anything? Is it on there now?" he barked.

He started rustling through the stuff strewn about on the floor, tossing clothes on the bed in his haste.

Wait a minute, how did Thatcher know he was here?

Did he tell them all that's where he was going?
I wondered.

"Haven't you fuckers ever heard of hanging up, huh? If she doesn't decide to murder you all first, I might just do it myself," he shouted, hanging up, picking up my cell phone off the floor, hitting buttons on it for a minute, then tossing it onto the bed along with the portable house phone.

He looked at me and his face softened, an unreadable look crossing his face.

"How did Thatch know you were here, 'E'?" I worried my bottom lip, chewing on it nervously.

Did he plan this all out?

The idea made it all seem a little less romantic and a lot more like a booty call.

Kind of cheap, even.

He came over and hugged me to him, cradling my head against his chest.

"You must have hit a button on your phone when you were, uh,
you know
, with me... and it must've, uh... called the house phone... on accident..." he said slowly, hugging me tighter when I tensed up and tried no to freak out.

"So... it was just Thatcher that heard, then?" I asked hopefully.

That's okay, I can handle that.

I'll just kill him and hide the body.

Yeah, that sounds good...

He made a funny noise and kissed the top of my head.

"Bowen picked up the phone from the office, Thatcher says. He says Bowen couldn't figure out what was being said, thinking something might be wrong, so he hit the speaker phone button, hoping to hear better... you must have been kneeling on it, I'm guessing..."

"Uh, huh, and I can already tell there's more, so just spit it out."

"Erm, Bowen hit the wrong button, he's not familiar with Reeve's desk phone. It’s new. It has a million buttons..."

"What button did he push?"

His face turned crimson and he grimaced.

"The intercom."

I gulped and sat down on the bed.

Oh, god... does that mean?

I closed my eyes.

"Intercom to...? You know what, I have a better question, who heard us, uh,
you know
?"

"Everyone."

"In the house?"

He shook his head.

I sighed in relief.

"Well, that's good. For a second there I thought..."

"Everyone on the ranch today did," he added quickly.

I jackknifed up and paced around my room.

"Oh, my god! Oh, my god!" I jammed my hands into my hair, pulling at the strands.

He worriedly watched me pace.

"It's okay. It's okay," I promised myself, "Let's see... let me think about this..."

I jumped and pointed at him, he flinched like I was pointing a sharp weapon.

"It's Sunday.... only a skeleton staff is working on Sunday..."

He made a strangled sound in his throat.

"What?" I glanced up at him, ceasing my worried pacing.

"Thatcher said they were planning a surprise party for me. Everyone is there,
everyone
."

The air whooshed out of my lungs and I felt light headed.

"Everyone?" I asked dazedly, "Everyone?"

He nodded and said something else, but I was too busy freaking my shit, trying not to pass out, to figure it out.

The ringing in my ears drowned out what ever he'd said.

I'll ask him later
, I thought, blacking out, my eyes rolling back into my head, body slumping to the floor.

****

"Genny! Genny!"

I heard it like it was kind of far off, but then it grew louder fast.

"Wake up, baby! You're scaring the shit outta me!" came Ephraim's frantic voice.

My eyes fluttered open and I blinked up at him.

He blew out a long breath and relief swept across his face.

I passed out
, my muddled mind filled in for me as I came too.

And everyone heard us boinking.

Unless that was all a dream...

In the back of my mind, I know it’s not, but wouldn't that be nice?

"Did we just have our very loud, raunchy sex broadcasted over the intercom of the ranch, courtesy of Bowen?"

"Will you pass out again if I say 'yes'?" He gulped, swallowing hard, clutching me tighter to his chest, the blanket I keep at the end of my bed wrapped around me, covering me up.

I flushed bright red and pulled the blanket over my head.

"Ohhh mmyy god! Kill me now!"