Chapter
Two
Becca turned away from Tyler, looking out the
window at the sunset, not wanting to see his rejection. She’d blurted out the
truth for him to hear. Oh. Dear. God. If only a hole would open up at her feet
and swallow her.
The air vibrated with anticipation and she could
barely take a breath. What was Tyler thinking?
Strong hands curved around her shoulders and a
hard warm male body pressed against her back. His palms skimmed down her arms
and settled at her waist. His breath brushed against her ear. “I’m more than
willing to be your partner.”
Moisture flooded her pussy. This was crazy. She
was crazy. But deep down, she wanted this. She wanted to explore the adult side
of the ranch with Tyler. She wanted to be wanton and wild, but caution raised
its head.
“I really shouldn’t have blurted that out. It’s
unfair to you.”
His fingers rested beneath her chin, tilting her
head back until it rested on his shoulder and she could see into his blue eyes.
“For the record, I’ve never agreed to partner
with a guest and never will. This is a one time deal.”
“That’s good to know.” She fought to keep her
fingers laced together instead of sinking them into his raven hair and pulling
his lips down to hers. What was it about him that was making her lose all
common sense?
“It will be good between us, Becca.” His lips
brushed her cheek. “You know it will be.”
“Tyler, I…”
His mouth touched the corner of hers. Ah, the
hell with it.
She curved her hand around his neck and drew his
mouth to hers. A small groan filled the air when his lips parted, allowing her
tongue to explore this familiar and new territory. He still tasted like chocolate;
they’d practically lived on it in college. Yet, his flavor was richer than
before, his mouth firmer and his tongue stroked along the roof of her mouth as
if he was tasting her, and she wanted more.
Tongues tangled and dueled with each other as the
kiss became deeper, more passionate, but there was tenderness in it as well.
Her body came alive under his lips, her pussy moistened. Had it been like this
between them before? She didn’t think so. This was hotter, more sensual,
more…everything.
Squirming in his arms, she tried to maneuver her
body around so she could press her breasts against his chest, but he held her
firm. The kiss continued, but now his tongue was in her mouth, tracing the roof
of her mouth, teasing her. A moan left her lips when he broke the kiss.
“Think about it, Becca. How good we’ll be
together exploring all things sensual and sexual.” He stared at her. “I don’t
want you doing this on an impulse you’ll regret later. I’ll expect an answer at
breakfast.” He kissed her hard, then he was gone.
Becca’s fingers trailed over her lips. What was
she going to do now?
****
Becca walked into the dining room the next
morning to see Jared sitting at the table, alone with a cup of coffee and a
newspaper, looking well rested.
“Good morning, Becca.”
“Morning.” Going over to the buffet, she poured
herself some coffee and took a seat at the table, staring down at her coffee,
unsure how Jared felt about all this.
“I’m sorry if you were uncomfortable last night.”
Her head snapped up. How did he know she hadn’t
slept? She’d made sure the bags under her eyes were covered. Then she realized
he was talking about dinner.
“Not your fault, Jared. My friend didn’t tell me
about the adult part of the ranch or that it was for couples only.”
“Having couples does make things easier.” He
cleared his throat. “Tyler told me about the request.”
Heat flooded her cheeks, and she wondered why she
was embarrassed. Staying meant leaving her inhibitions behind, but hearing it
said out loud made it seem…she wasn’t sure. Risqué maybe.
“If it’s going to cause a problem—”
“It won’t.” Jared cleared his throat. “Actually
you’ll be good for Tyler. I haven’t seen that sparkle of life in him in a long
time. You shake his world, and I’m glad.” Jared rose and crossed to her. “Just
make him work for it,” he whispered.
Becca was about to ask what he meant when Tyler
walked in. Her heart sped up, her nipples perked, and damn if her pussy didn’t
tingle with excitement.
She watched him pour coffee, take a sip, and then
take the chair next to hers. Damn, the man looked good enough to eat. She
barely registered Jared leaving the room.
“Have you decided?” His voice was husky, as if he’d
just woken up.
“Straight to the point.” Jared’s advice of ‘making
Tyler work for it’ bounced in her brain.
“Yes. Tell me, Becca.”
She shifted, her thighs rubbing together to
contain the excitement that zinged directly to her core. Her body already knew
the answer.
“With you as my partner, I’ll stay.”
A grin spread across his mouth and her blood
heated. She remembered that grin, that ‘bad boy’ persona.
“I’m more than happy to be your partner.” His
palm brushed over her thigh and she could swear a bolt of lightning tore
through her at his touch.
Becca picked up her mug and sipped her coffee,
trying to control her body’s reaction.
“We need to discuss what services you’d like to
use while you’re here.”
Her cup clattered to the table. Thank goodness it
was empty.
“But first,” he continued. “I want you to eat
breakfast.” He stood. “I’m going to gather some materials. I’ll meet you at
your cabin in thirty minutes.”
She watched Tyler amble out of the room, all the
while admiring his tight ass in black jeans. Damn, it wasn’t going to be easy
to make him work for it, as Jared wanted. Her body was on fire for Tyler, every
nerve alert for his touch and moisture filled her pussy.
Forcing herself into action, she strode back to
the buffet and proceeded to pour another cup of coffee and get food. If she was
going to tango with the bad boy she needed her strength so she could be a very
bad girl.
****
Twenty minutes later, Becca paced around the
living room of her cabin, she’d finally found a small stereo system, so the
silence wasn’t driving her out of her mind anymore, only her body.
Alive. That was the only word she could think of.
Her body was alive and kicking, looking for the one man who set her on fire
faster than matches to dry tinder. How would she cope when they actually had
sex?
Her pussy clenched. They’d had sex before, but
they’d been kids. Well sort of. Tyler was only a few years older than her
twenty-eight years, but this was different. They were adults now, and at an
adult ranch were anything goes as long as they consented to it.
How did she really feel about that? She wasn’t
sure. Part of her was excited, another part afraid. Was she staying for the
right reasons?
Yes, she was. It was time for her to be herself,
and let the real woman out. A sharp knock startled her out of her thoughts,
then Tyler was there filling the doorway.
He slid into the room, shut the door and turned
the lock. Every nerve in her body went on high alert. His gaze captured hers,
and she forgot how to breathe.
His dark gaze beamed with desire, his legs spread
apart, arms crossed over his chest as he stared at her. There in front of her
was the bad boy she remembered. The reckless, adventurous man who would take
her places she’d never been before.
“How did you sleep last night?” he asked.
“What?” She shook her head, and then his question
registered. “I didn’t. I couldn’t think about anything else but us.”
“Good, then I wasn’t alone.” Her head fell back
when he strode over to her. “Why don’t we go outside on the porch and talk? We
have some items to discuss before we start.”
Tyler didn’t wait for her to answer, he captured
her hand and tugged her outside, guided her to one of the chairs. After she was
seated, he placed another chair directly in front of her and sat down.
The soothing sounds of birds singing calmed her
racing heart, until their knees touched. Heat filled her body. Tyler did this
to her. So what if she and Alan hadn’t slept together, so what if she hadn’t
had mind-blowing sex in like eight years. She wasn’t a virgin and Tyler knew
that, but she wasn’t experienced, either.
“You’re nervous.”
Biting her lower lip, she dipped her head.
“Why?”
“I’ve never done anything like this before.”
“Becca.” He took her hands in his, thumbs
brushing the backs of her knuckles in a soothing motion. “We’re only going to
talk right now. We haven’t seen each other in a long time and we need to get
re-acquainted. Plus, we need to discuss what you want to do while you’re here.”
“You’re not going to tell me?” This was a
surprise—she thought for sure Tyler would tell her what they were going to do.
“I’ll give you firm suggestions, but in the end
it’s your decision on what you do or don’t do.”
She blew out a breath. Damn. This was what she
wanted, wasn’t it? To make decisions for herself? Or did she? She didn’t know
anymore.
“First thing to get out of the way, I’m healthy
and free of all sexually transmitted diseases. I can provide you with my last
physical, if you want.”
“I’m clean, too.” She had her annual physical a
few weeks back and since she hadn’t had sex in over two years, there was no
chance of diseases.
“Are you on the pill?”
Becca shifted in her seat. “Yes.”
“Good. I want to feel you.”
Her breath caught. In college they’d always used
a condom, even though she was on the pill, but now the image of him pushing
into her pussy slick and hard, without latex between them, caused it to tighten
with anticipation.
“What kind of sex do you like?” he asked.
“Huh?” She tilted her head and stared at him. “What
do you mean?”
A chuckle floated in the air between them. “You’ve
read the activities book about the ranch. What do you want to try?”
“Ahh…” Now she was squirming in her seat. How could
she talk about this? How could she not?
“We’re consenting adults, no taboo’s here.
Anything you want, if it’s legal, I’ll do my best to provide it.”
The ball was back in her court with expertise she
couldn’t match, and damned if she knew what to do with it. She wanted him, but
that would be stating the obvious. But…why was this so hard? She never had
trouble talking sex with Angie.
But then Angie wasn’t Tyler. Tyler was a living,
breathing, sex-on-two-legs, fully-grown, male. Her gaze slid over his body. Oh
yeah, the bulge in his jeans told her just how grown he was.
“Let it go, Becca.”
“What?”
“Your embarrassment, inhibitions, whatever is
stopping you from talking to me.”
“What’s holding me back is I don’t know what the
hell I want.”
A grin spread over his lips, and she wanted to be
annoyed, but she’d said the words.
“I see.” Releasing her hands, he rubbed the back
of his neck. “Do you trust me?”
“Yes.” The admission surprised her. He’d been a
gentle, generous lover the past, but that had been years ago. Yet the trust was
still there, deep down inside.
“Quick answer. I’ve changed from the lover you
knew in college.”
“I’ve changed, too.” And she had. She’d buried
the wild and carefree girl she’d been then, and in her place was a responsible
woman. But she was tired of being responsible.
“I can see that. You’ve been suppressing your
sexuality.”
His insight was startling. “What makes you say
that?”
“I can see it. When we were together before, you
never thought about touching someone, fingers trailing up an arm, a pat on the
back, even a hug of support or in greeting. Now, I see a woman who is closed
down, a woman who is suppressing a side of herself.”
She couldn’t deny it because it was true. Yet
another reason for her to have this week of carefree sex. “So what can you do
about it?”
“Free her,” he whispered. “Tomorrow you will
attend the lecture called Revitalizing Your Sex Life.”
“Somehow I don’t think my sex life needs
revitalizing, it’s alive and kicking.” She punctuated her words with laughter.
He grinned and she returned it. “There’s more to
the lecture than you know. It will help you to open up, to communicate with
your partner, to never fear being honest with me.”
She nodded. Sounded like a good place to start.
“Tell me what else you want to try?” When she
didn’t speak, he stroked her cheek. “No fear, no embarrassment.”
Becca blew out a breath. Why was this so hard?
Finding a point over his shoulder, she stared at it. Maybe if she didn’t look
at him, she’d be able to get this out.
“Ummm…toys,” she whispered.
“What else?”
Tension crept up her legs. “Bondage.”
“Light or hardcore?”
“Light.” Hardcore? Her muscles tightened.
“Got it. Next?”
She closed her eyes. “Anal.” Everything inside
her froze as she said the word. She didn’t want to see his reaction, afraid he’d
think her abnormal as other lovers had.
His fingers found hers and he squeezed. Her gaze
met his. There was no shock or disgust in his eyes, only acceptance and a flare
of excitement.
“No problems there. But there is more, isn’t
there?”
Her gaze skidded away. She removed her hands from
his, stood and strode to the edge of the porch and back, and back again. But
would Tyler understand her fantasy of adding another lover to the mix? Just
once, she wanted to experience two men loving her. She wasn’t sure she could
voice the deep dark desire within her.
She gripped the railing and stared out at the
shrubs surrounding the small enclosure. Tyler’s scent of pine and masculinity
called to her, even before he placed his fingers on her shoulders.
“I won’t judge you.”
“You couldn’t work here if you were going to
judge people based on their sexual preferences.”
“So tell me?”
Each muscle in her body tightened until she was
ready to scream. But still she couldn’t voice her desire.
“Do you want to experiment with another woman?”
She shook her head.
“Another man?”
Her body jerked in his grasp. How had he guessed?
She was afraid to turn her head and look at him.
“Is that it, Becca? You want two men to pleasure
you, to worship your body, to take you to heights you’ve only dreamed about?”
Her lashes drifted shut, her back slumping
against his chest. “Yes,” she whispered.
“My Becca.” His lips brushed her cheek. “I think
we’re going to have a marvelous time together.”
“What if…” She bit her lower lip. Would he
understand if she couldn’t go through with everything?
“What?”
Taking a deep breath, she forced the words out. “What
if I don’t live up to your expectations?” There, she said it. For the past
eight years she hadn’t lived up to anyone’s expectations. Not her mother’s, not
Alan’s, nor any of the previous men in her life.
“My expectations?” Disbelief colored his tone.
The next thing she knew, she was facing him, his palms on her cheeks.
“I do not expect anything from you. This is all
for you, Becca. This is a safe place for you to explore your sexuality and
sensuality. My expectations have no place here.” She heard the sincerity in his
voice, and saw it in his eyes.
“But what if I can’t do something I’ve said I
wanted to try?”
“Not an issue. Communication at all times between
us. If we try something and you absolutely don’t like it, we stop.”
“You won’t force me.”
“I might push you out of your comfort zone, but I
would never force you.” He lowered his forehead until it touched hers. “This is
about pleasure, not pain. Your pleasure, Becca, not mine.”
Her lashes drifted shut, then opened. She met his
gaze head on and her hands slipped around his waist. “Then let’s do this.”
“Why don’t we go for a ride?”
A grin spread over her lips. “I’d like that.”
****
Tyler kept an eye on Becca as he saddled his
stallion. How deep was her fear of force? And all that talk about expectations,
what man would expect a woman to do something she wasn’t comfortable with?
An idiot. She was perfect the way she was. Even
in college, she’d been a willing and open lover. Admittedly, their sex wasn’t
too adventuresome, mainly a little exhibitionism, and a few different
positions, but nothing like they were going to do here.
He’d learned a lot over the years they’d been
apart. She shifted from one foot to the other again—he suspected she was
nervous, or perhaps aroused. Probably a bit of both.
“Since we don’t have time for a full riding
lesson, we’re going to ride double.”
He didn’t want her to hide her arousal. He wanted
her aroused, continually. “I know a place where we can sit and talk.”
“Haven’t we talked enough?”
He chuckled. That was usually a male response. “No,
we haven’t.” He motioned her over to him. Once she was by his side, he
maneuvered her into position. “Put your left foot into the stirrup.”
He waited until she complied.
“When I say lift, push yourself up, throw your
right leg over the horse and saddle, and don’t worry. I’ll help you.”
“Sure, sounds easy.” There was a note of doubt in
her voice. He suppressed a grin.
“One, two, three, lift.” Damn, she was light. He
observed this yesterday, but today it seemed even more evident. He would make
sure she ate well while she was here. She would need the calories for what he
planned.
“Great job.” He slid her foot from the stirrup
and she cried out. “Easy.” He gripped her leg. “I need the stirrup to climb up
behind you.”
He mounted behind her in one quick motion. Her
fingers clenched around the saddle horn when the horse shifted beneath them. “It’s
okay,” he said, lifting the reins.
“Are you talking to me or the horse?”
“Both.” He adjusted himself in the saddle.
Because many couples liked riding double they had custom-made saddles that
would fit two people comfortably. And every horse was sturdy enough to carry
two people, even if the couple decided to have sex while riding.
His cock jumped. Maybe he shouldn’t be thinking
about sex right now, but damn it was hard not to. All he could think about was
the horse at full gallop with Becca’s tight, hot pussy riding his cock. He
ground his teeth together.
“Is this a good idea?”
“The best,” he said, then realized she meant them
riding the horse together, not his fantasy. “There’s another set of stirrups,
slip your feet into them and lean back against me.”
Her back was warm against his chest, he tightened
his arms around her before clicking his tongue.
Becca made a squeaking sound and stiffened as the
horse began to walk.
Tyler brought his lips to her ear, glad that her
hair was up so he could have access to it, but later he’d let it down.
“I won’t let you fall,” he whispered. “Feel the
horse beneath you. Feel the power of his body between your legs, the way he
moves and allow your body to sway with him in this delicate dance.”
Her ass wiggled against his groin, and his cock
was doing a happy dance within his jeans, expecting to be released so it could
have some satisfaction.
But not now. Anticipation was part of the game.
Based on what she’d told him, he was already working a schedule out in his
mind.
How surprised would she be when she attended to
the toy lecture and found he was the instructor? He knew what toys he wanted to
use on her, to make her feel hot, to tantalize, to arouse, to make her come,
and to make her scream with pleasure.
“It’s beautiful out here,” she said, bringing him
back to the present.
“Yes.” The horse knew the trail well and followed
with little direction. “Jared and I bought the land a little over five years
ago.”
“Why an adult dude ranch?”
“It didn’t start out that way.” He nudged the
horse to take the right trail at the fork toward the more wooded area of the
ranch. “We were originally planning on a normal dude ranch until Jared attended
a conference in San Francisco.”
“What kind of conference?”
Tyler cleared his throat, wondering how she would
feel knowing Jared’s profession. “A therapy conference.”
“As in physical therapy?”
“No. Jared is a licensed sexual psychologist.”
“Oh…that’s interesting.”
Tyler smiled—everyone reacted differently to
hearing about Jared’s specialty. “At the conference, Jared realized there was
no place for couples to explore their sexual side. When he came back to the
ranch, he proposed the idea.”
“And you took to it like a surfer to water.”
Her tone was playful and his stomach began to
lose some of its tightness. “Naturally, do you remember what my major at State
was?”
“Partying,” she said without hesitation.
He chuckled. “Yeah, there was that, but my major
was human development.”
“That’s right. Human development with a heavy
dose of sex thrown into the mix.”
Her banter made him realize how much he missed
this. Companionship with a woman who would challenge him, not take him to task
about his job, his life, his sexuality.
“Hey, I like sex.”
“Not a thing wrong with that.” Her butt wiggled
against his hard cock.
“Behave or you might get a ride you weren’t
expecting.”
She let out a gasp, then said, “Continue with
your story.”
“We decided to create a place where consenting
adults could come to explore their sexuality. It took us almost two years to
get the place built and hire the right people. Plus we had to be careful how we
advertised.”
“You don’t want the locals or the police
interfering with your business.”
“Partially, but we also didn’t want people to
think they were just coming here for sex. This is a place to explore and
discover, not to fuck your brains out.”
“Oh darn, I was looking forward to fucking like
bunnies.”
“For you, I’ll make the exception.” A grin took
over his lips. “But we really didn’t have to worry, with Jared connection in
the psychology community, we had couples lining up. Word of mouth really does
sell the product.”
“One of the couples last night said they’d been
here before.”
“Yes, Bill and Kelly Peterson. They plan a trip
at least once a year. It gives them a chance to get away from the pressure of
their lives, but also the freedom to explore sexual practices that some might
consider taboo.”
“Like anal sex.”
“Yes, or a ménage, or some might even consider
bondage unnatural. Here we give the couples the freedom to try anything they
want. Plus we give them instructions on how to be safe doing it.”
Tilting her head back, she looked up at him. “What
happened to your degree in animal science?”
“Oh, I have that. A degree in animal husbandry
along with a degree in human development. I manage the horses and the grounds
personnel, Jared manages the ranch staff.”
Tyler guided the horse onto the smaller path,
then into the clearing. Maneuvering to the right spot, he brought them to a
stop. Dismounting, he grimaced at the tightness of his jeans.
Reaching up, he put his hands on Becca’s waist. “Slip
your feet out of the stirrups, then swing your leg over and slide down.”
With a sigh she did what he told her and slid
right into his arms.