Authors: Elle Saint James
“And now you don’t want me anymore either.” She dropped her head and started crying again.
“That’s not true, Stella. I was trying to be a stand-up guy when I thought you didn’t want us or our lifestyle anymore. I truly thought you were avoiding me today so you wouldn’t have to hurt my feelings. Besides, I think my heart wrenched from my chest and fell to the ground the moment I said the words ‘call it quits.’ We’ll have to look for it in a minute. I think it might be under your sofa.”
The ludicrous thought of looking for his heart under her sofa made a laugh escape. She secured her arms around his waist and hugged him tight.
“You have two more minutes of me holding you like this, and then you’re going to pack a bag and come back to the ranch with me.”
“But,” she began.
“No buts. Don’t even try it. You’re coming home with me tonight. You’ll move into our house and proceed to love us. If you’d like to take it on, we’d love if you would cook for us, because every single thing you make is awesome. Even Clay would like to relinquish his cooking responsibilities to someone else after eating your food. Or we’ll hire a chef so you can relax. Someday we’ll move to Montana, but not this week, and not without your agreement.”
She stiffened in his muscular arms, unable to take his generous offer without a fight. “I can take care of myself.”
“I have no doubt about that at all, but you’re going to let me and Dominick help you, because you love us and want us to be happy. No arguments.”
She hesitated. “I’m not sure.”
“I’ll make this easy. Dominick will be mad at both of us if you don’t end up at our ranch after the day you’ve had. You don’t want that, trust me. He can be a bear when he’s angry.”
A foreign sensation lodged in her belly all of a sudden. Letting go and having someone else make all the decisions was something she hadn’t experienced in, well, since forever. It felt decidedly good to let someone else take the reins of control and take care of
her
for a change.
“I’m so sorry I didn’t make more small talk when I came in. I should have looked at your eyes closer. But I was afraid I’d see discomfort at my presence.”
“I’m sorry I forgot to call you all day. I guess I was a bit preoccupied with self-pity.”
He smiled and brushed tears from her cheeks. “Totally understandable. I heard that you had a suck-fest of a day.”
The second smile of the day since he’d been there shaped her lips. “Thanks, Tyler.”
She let him help her pack up her personal items, enough to spend a lengthy stay at the ranch, as if she were on a long vacation. The next day she gave him the keys to her apartment, and he arranged for all the rest of her belongings to be packed up professionally and put in storage.
By the time Dominick got home the next night, the important things from her apartment would be safely ensconced in the room closest to the kitchen. The rest would be safely tucked away until she decided what happened next. Whichever direction her life took, at least she would have Tyler and Dominick.
And while having her own space was inherently important, she would likely rarely sleep in the room they gave her. Instead she planned to spend her nights in either Tyler’s or Dominick’s room after talking them into exquisite lovemaking each and every night.
The only problem that remained was the sizable bill she owed in one short month. How on Earth would she come up with that money without asking Dominick and Tyler to pay it for her? She wouldn’t borrow from them. Not ever.
Stella vowed to find a way, even if she had to sell her spare organs to accomplish the task.
* * * *
Dominick forced himself to stop at the post office on his way out to the ranch after leaving the airport to pick up the day’s mail. In the stack was something he had to sign for, but that wasn’t addressed to him.
Interesting
. It was in point of fact, addressed to Stella.
Even more interesting.
Apparently, lots had happened in the four days he’d been gone. With a smile in his heart at knowing he was headed home and that somewhere at the DRMC property, Stella waited for him, Dominick hurried home.
The moment he entered the garage and even more so when he cruised through the mud room, Dominick knew she was there because of the smell of delicious food wafting throughout the house. He opened the door to the kitchen, stepped inside to see Stella sprawled across the island half-naked, as if waiting for him.
“Wow. I can’t wait to taste dinner.” He stepped forward as she lifted her head with a seductive smile in place. “Are we all having delicious woman for our meal?”
“No. Just you.”
He looked around and listened for anyone else in the house. “Where is everyone else?”
“Clay is in town spending the night away since you’re home, and Tyler kicked him out.”
“I see.” He dropped the stack of mail on a barstool and approached even closer.
“Where is Tyler?”
“He’s upstairs resting up for tonight.”
“Even better. So do I get a special preview taste since I’ve been away and deprived of your company for a very long, exhausting four days?”
“Sure. Come have a taste.” She was almost wearing a button-up shirt he recognized from his own closet that he’d discarded to his casual knock around the house clothes pile because of an ink stain on the shirt pocket. Currently that stain resided just below her breast. One pert nipple poked out just above the pocket in tantalizing wonder. His mouth watered as he walked over and got close enough to reach out and touch.
The moment he arrived at her side, the other side of the shirt suddenly fell away to reveal one succulent breast. He bent at the waist and captured the exposed breast in his mouth, then nibbled on the tip with wild, happy abandon. Her moan send a spasm of lust to his groin, and as soon as his cock surged into the hard, ready to fuck position so fast he almost lost his balance. He grabbed her hips and pulled her forward toward his body. Her long, silken legs slipped around his waist as if to tempt him even further.
She sat up on the edge of the counter. “You don’t seem that surprised to see me. Why not?”
“I smelled food when I came into the garage. I figured it wasn’t Clay because his truck is gone, and I know Tyler can’t cook. Also there was a letter I had to sign for at the Post Office that was addressed to you.”
A fake frown marred her expression for a few seconds. “And we really wanted to surprise you.”
He pulled her against his chest. “Oh, I’m surprised all right. Want to see how surprised my cock is right now?”
“Yes. But what letter did I get?” She shifted in his arms and looked at the stack of mail on the stool cushion.
He buried his face at her throat. “I thought I got to have a taste of you first.”
The vibration of her laughter against his lips didn’t do anything to quell his lust. “I’m about to burst with enthusiasm.”
“Well, we can’t have that. Just don’t ruin your dinner. We thought we’d invade your room tonight and spend some special time together.”
“How many special times did you spend with Tyler today?”
She grinned. “A couple. Why?”
“Then I deserve to get two tastes right now.” He lowered his mouth to hers and kissed her hard. “But trust me, I’ll have plenty left for later. I missed you desperately while I was away.”
“Did you?”
“Let me show you how much.” Dominick unbuttoned the last two buttons on her shirt and pulled the garment from her shoulders. Completely naked now, Stella arched her back and pushed her breasts forward. He put both hands on them, covering them and squeezing her soft flesh.
Her hand wandered down to his zipper. “I think you have too many clothes on.” He allowed her to unzip his trousers and free his needy cock. The brush of her soft fingers tightened his balls to the point where he was going to come in her hand if she continued stroking him. She slipped forward, still gripping his hips between her legs, and also pulling his cock closer to her pussy.
“Do you have a condom handy?” she asked.
“No.” He stopped moving and tried to think past his lust at where the nearest one was.
“Can you support me?” she asked, scooting her butt closer to the edge, and her pussy ever nearer to his cock.
“Of course,” he managed to whisper.
“The room behind you has been designated as mine. Tyler put a fresh supply in there.”
“Excellent.”
He started to move that way, but she produced a square foil package as if by magic. “Good to know you’d carry me there, but I thought ahead for just this event.”
“You are such a wily vixen. And so very proactive.” He snatched the condom from her and put it on quickly before resuming his previous position.
He grabbed her thighs, lined up his cock with her pussy lips at the very edge of the counter. She slipped over the marble edge and impaled herself on his now very happy, marble-hard cock.
“Jesus, God Almighty,” he murmured under his breath the moment she was fully sheathed over him. She put her arms around his neck and lifted her hips up then down.
Dominick staggered back, his butt landing on the opposite counter to brace himself for her onslaught of movement. Up and down she rode his cock as he gripped her hips and thrust inside her warm, wet body.
“You feel so good,” she said, and nibbled the lobe of one ear. The bite sent a streak of lust from ear to cock. He couldn’t hold back.
“I’m going to come if you do that again.”
She pulled away, smiled deviously, and promptly bit his other earlobe. As promised, the climax he’d tried to hold at bay roared from his balls all the way out the end of his cock.
Head tilted back in sublime pleasure, Dominick fairly growled as the release he hadn’t expected to have for awhile quaked through his body.
Stella hugged him tight as he clenched her in his arms still shaking from the climax.
“Jesus, God Almighty,” he said once again. “You did that on purpose.”
“Yes.”
“I hardly got a taste before you pushed me over the edge. Not that I’m complaining, but I’m sorry I didn’t get a chance to please you.”
“You’ll please me if you give me my mail.”
Dominick smiled. “So that’s why you seduced me so quickly. For my mail.”
“No. For
my
mail. Do your legs work yet?” She wiggled her pussy against his still hard cock. “Carry me back over there.”
“As you wish.” Dominick put extra effort into stiffening his leg muscles to move the three steps to the island and the stool with the mail.
He lifted her butt and put her back onto the island. He’d no more pulled his cock from her body when she bent over and grabbed the oversized envelope he’d had to sign for at the Post Office off the top pile of the mail stack.
“I hope this isn’t more bad news.”
“Have you had bad news recently?” He made his way to the bathroom to clean up as she slipped his stained shirt back on. Zipping his pants up upon his quick return, he saw that she’d halted her opening of the manila envelope and scrunched her eyebrows in a most delectable way. “Didn’t Tyler tell you?”
“No.” He tucked his shirt back into his pants. “My cell phone has bad service in that area of Montana, anyway. Even worse than here, and it didn’t help when I dropped it in a puddle my first day there. I haven’t spoken to Tyler since I left.”
“I lost my job,” she said without further preamble.
“What?” She looked so dejected, he wanted to wrap her in his arms again.