Stacy gasped in shock, and Max just stared down into her green eyes that were filled with concern. He ran his hands down her body to her waist then lowered his head to her shoulder.
“I’m sorry. I was lost in thought,” he whispered as he felt the water dripped down his nose and over his lips. Stacy reached forward and ran her hands up and over his belly muscles then his chest. Her soft, delicate hands caressed his cheeks and held them.
He pressed his body against hers, feeling her breasts against his stomach and knowing how petite she was. She may not be able to fight whoever was after her wanting to possess her. The thought made him angry. She belonged to him and Eric. No one else.
He felt her lips against his chest.
“What’s wrong, Max? Are you angry with me for something?” she asked in such a gentle voice. Angry at her? Shit!
He kissed her neck and her shoulder then pressed his hands up against her ribs then to her breasts, cupping them in his hands. His cock throbbed with need to have her and to know that she was safe here with him.
“Not mad at you, baby, I just have a lot on my mind with work.” He kissed her before she could question his lie. The kiss grew deeper and hotter. The need to be inside her and as deeply connected as humanly possible began to feed his next move.
He nibbled on her neck, and she moaned as she pressed her breasts against his chest.
In an instant, he lifted her thighs and pressed her harder than he intended against the tile wall. Stacy gasped, and he growled. It was primal and such a deep animalistic need rushed over him. He knew that he felt most content when his cock was buried deep inside Stacy’s pussy where it was wet and warm and they were melded together as one. His breathing grew rapid, and the need to feel that connection and that depth fed his thrusts. Over and over again, he sought that peace of mind, that certainty that she was indeed safe and his.
“Max, oh my god, Max,” Stacy stated as she gasped with every one of his thrusts. He lowered his mouth, using his tongue and teeth to latch on to a breast as the water splashed over them and into his mouth. He stretched her ass cheeks with every thrust and crawled his fingers inch by inch across her ass while trying not to drop her. She screamed again and again, and he felt her vaginal muscles lock onto his cock and milk him for more. “I love you so fucking much!” he growled as he pressed a digit to her anus. She jerked forward, and he pressed his body hard against hers. His wrist hurt from the odd position, and his legs began to shake, but he was determined to reach his goal and that feeling of completion. Stacy laid her face against his neck while he continued to thrust into her, and he could go no further. He growled against her shoulder and exploded inside of her, filling her channel with his seed and praying that one day he and Eric could impregnate her with their child. He panted against her chest, the aftershocks causing them both to rock against one another then hug each other tight.
“I love you, too, Max. Don’t ever think otherwise,” she whispered then gently kissed his temple. His Stacy was special, and connected like this, he knew she was safe and his for eternity.
* * * *
The chili finished cooking, the pies were all done, and Stacy was relieved that she could finally go outside and enjoy the beautiful day. Max had been insistent that she stay over again tonight, but she wanted to head home to the cottage and at least grab some things and open up the widows to air the place out. Her milk and other items in her refrigerator were probably bad by now. But he was adamant about it and had even been a bit aggressive in his demand for her to remain on the Triple C. She trusted Max and Eric and knew that something was up. Even the way Max made love to her in the shower was intense and a bit rough, but she loved every second of it. That amazed her because she thought she didn’t want to feel like a possession or like she was submissive. But she found herself trying to do little things to get them both in an uproar, which usually led to her being stripped naked and fucked real good. She felt her cheeks warm. Her men were amazing, and the town of Pearl and the Triple C Ranch were like a fantasy come true.
She straightened out her hair, running her fingers through it to smooth out the wild strands, and walked outside on the front porch. That’s when she noticed the small red convertible sitting in the driveway near the barn. “Whose car is that?’ she wondered as she walked out that way. There was no one around, the men were off riding and tending to the cattle and fences, but Eric was working on something with Charlie. She noticed that the barn door was closed as she pulled it open and called inside.
“Eric!” she called, and as she entered the barn, she could see all the stalls and a working area to her right. That’s when she saw some woman in a short mini skirt and scrawny arms wrapped around Eric. She couldn’t tell if he was trying to get her off of him or trying to feel her up. His hands were under her arms and wedged against her breasts. She, however, was kissing his neck and rubbing herself all over him.
“What the hell is going on?” Stacy yelled, and Eric’s eyes widened in shock as he shoved the woman off of him. She just held on tight and eyed Stacy from head to toe. She knew when a woman was trying to seduce a man and when a woman was jealous. Damn, did this woman look like she wanted to rip Stacy’s head off.
“Stacy! Honey, I—”
Stacy held up her hand for Eric to go no further.
“Oh, baby, don’t worry about her. She was liable to find out sooner or later ’bout us,” the woman said in a very annoying Southern drawl.
“Betsie, cut your shit out. Stacy knows I’m loyal to her. Now I’m only going to tell you this one more time. You best leave me and my family alone. Ain’t no Cantrell interested in ya,” Eric stated then firmly pulled his arm from her grasp.
“You’d rather have some Yankee from New York than a true Texas lady?” she stated with venom as she slowly straightened out her skirt and her small little breasts. Stacy smirked as she stood confidently in front of her. Stacy knew her boobs were better than Betsie’s.
“Oh, I see, Eric, honey. I’ll meet ya later at our usual place. Then we can attend the fair together tomorrow. Ya know, my chili is gonna win again and of course my delicious peach cobbler. Your little friend here looks a bit piqued. Maybe ya should get rid of her now before it’s too late.”
“Betsie, get your ass off my property.”
Betsie winked at Eric then walked really close to Stacy.
“Eric and Max are really great lovers, honey. But they like their women proper and a bit wild, so I’d pack your bags and head back from the shit hole you came out of.”
Stacy watched her go, wondering what the hell was wrong with that woman. She was really pissed off, but she didn’t want to act unladylike.
But then her blood felt as if it were boiling, and all she could see when she closed her eyes was that slimy woman all over Eric. He could have easily shoved her down and away from him. What the hell was going on?
“Oh, Betty.” Stacy turned and called after her.
She placed her hands on her hips and stared at Stacy. “It’s Betsie,” she retorted.
“Whatever. Just a few facts before you leave. Your chili-and-pie-winning days are over. These, are a hell of a lot nicer than yours,” Stacy stated as she cupped her own large breasts and winked at Betsie. Betsie gasped, and then Stacy jumped toward her, taking a step with her fists clenched as if ready to fight. Betsie jumped and ran out of the barn.