Stretching her arms over her head, the attractive young woman slipped out of bed and dressed hurriedly. She glanced at her small white alarm clock and noticed it was nearly nine. She had overslept! Well, it was no surprise, considering the workout Pardner had given her the night before!
Downstairs she found Christina speaking with Brad. The two of them appeared deep in conversation and didn't notice her at first.
Hesitating, thinking of retreating up the stairs, Barbara felt her cheeks flushing when both turned around and smiled up at her.
"I… I don't want to interrupt," she said haltingly.
Brad was staring at her with those mocking eyes, smiling that ironic smile of his while rubbing his hands along the fronts of his thighs. Christina didn't notice. Christina didn't notice anything, it seemed. But Barbara realized what he was doing, knew what he was thinking. She had been avoiding him all this time. And now he had come here, had hunted her down to – to fuck her again!
Just the thought of having him squirming on top of her, drilling his cock into her cunt sent shivers up and down her flesh. Reaching out, she grabbed hold of the handrail, steadying herself as Brad continued to smile up at her.
Why did he have to come now? Why now, of all times? Now when she was at her weakest, when she was about to make up her mind to leave this awful place and go home?
"Don't be silly," Christina said airily, waving one hand down in front of her. "I've got several things to take care of in town." She sighed, shaking her head from side to side.
"Banks, damn them! They're supposed to be competent, but then they make the worst mistakes. A three-year-old could have figured this one out." Christina waved one paper in front of her.
"I'll go with you," Barbara said hurriedly, moving down the steps.
"Don't be silly. This is your vacation and I'm afraid I haven't given you much of one. Don't worry, though. Once this is taken care of you won't have to be on your own so much. Brad here's going to be doing some chores around the yard so he'll keep you company, I'm sure," Christina said innocently, gathering up the papers in her brown leather portfolio and zipping it shut.
Barbara wanted to call out, to tell her cousin not to go. But something kept her quiet.
Instead she stood there at the foot of the stairs while Brad and Christina walked slowly out the back. There was the slam of the back door, then the sound of the pickup starting, trundling over the graveled courtyard to the winding road leading to the highway.
Then there was nothing but silence. For several moments Barbara stood there, riveted to the spot, waiting for Brad to come in. After several moments passed she guessed he was going to do his work – first. First? Was something going to happen between them today?
Wasn't she counting on something that might never happen?
"I'm a whore, a whore," she moaned, stumbling into the kitchen.
Barbara made herself a small breakfast, cleaning the dishes, peering out the small kitchen window, wondering if and when Brad would come after her. She was growing more and more nervous now, her fingers becoming icy, her hands trembling while that terrible hot itchy ache was throbbing madly between her legs. Yes, nothing could stop it now! It was as if she had some kind of sickness, an incurable lust for sexual gratification at any cost, at any price! She would take on the dog if she had to today to end that pulsing ache between her legs!
She clenched the cool porcelain edge of the sink, dropping her head while pressing her knees against the lower oak cabinets. Another spasm, then another, and a third, more powerful than the first two put together! She shook her head, her shoulders shivering while her head spun around. Was this the result of having suppressed her sexual drive for so long?
Had it finally come bursting over the top, knocking away any sexual boundaries and making her susceptible to any kind of depravity?
Footsteps! The realization that someone was coming drove these thoughts from her mind. She knew it was Brad. She could tell from the sure, heavy tread. Shaking as if she were having a fit, Barbara reached for a glass and poured more juice into it, putting it to her lips.
She had to appear nonchalant, as if she didn't care that he was around. It was the least she could do to save what little was left of her pride.
"Whew! Hot day out there," Brad said, wiping his forehead with the back of one hand.
Large, dark oval stains showed on his shirt under his arms.
"Is it?" she said coolly, arching her eyebrows while finishing her drink.
"Could be hotter."
Barbara felt an electric spark pop at the head of her half-erect clit. She put the glass down and turned away from him, feeling his eyes on her. He was going to make his pass. He was going to fuck her! She knew it, he was going to fuck her and there was nothing she was going to do about it. She needed it! Oh God, she needed his cock, his ramming prick to drive out all those terrible images of the dog and horse!
"I wasn't thinking so much about the heat outside," Barbara said, her cool shattering under his steady, level gaze.
"Neither was I, baby."
That growl! That low, animal growl sent shivers racing through her body. She knew what he was after. He was going to fuck her now. Oh yes, yes, God in heaven yes!
"Christina…"
"She won't be back for a long time. Come on, let's go and have us some fun. You sure liked it the last time."
Barbara felt dirty, cheap, wanted. Brad was smiling. It was more than just a smile. It was the quirk at the corners of his mouth. The sensation of watching him was pleasant, so wildly pleasant! Barbara moved back, pressing her taut ass against the sink counter. Her heart was pounding hard again. It would be the third time in her life a man had touched her. How she wanted, needed that touch. All the fine resolves of her leaving the ranch fled from her mind as Brad began coming toward her.
"Oh please… I don't know if I should," she panted.
Brad was touching her hair, slipping one hand around her shoulders. And then he was kissing her neck. His lips were hot and wet as they trailed down the side of her neck, over to her lips, pressing down.
Barbara almost giggled right there. She knew she was crazy – that or a nymphomaniac.
"Come on. Let's see if you've learned anything since the last time."
"Brad, I…"
But she couldn't finish. He glued his lips to hers and wriggled his tongue against her tongue. Oh God, it was starting all over again!
CHAPTER SEVEN
"Ohhh… what are you doing to me?"
He had taken off her clothes, putting them on the nearby chair in her bedroom. The blinds had been drawn to block out the blazing late-morning sun. He was crouching there behind her on the bed, that long, fat veined cock bobbing up and down between his thick-muscled legs. Barbara was panting and gasping, turning around, peering over one shoulder at the big stud.
"Just like that," he breathed, his voice raspy, shallow.
It was as if someone had set her thighs on fire! She was on her belly, her head turned to one side, one cheek pressed against the crushed pillow. Brad was working his fingers along the insides of her thighs, smoothing them against her flesh, making her bob her ass back and forth hungrily for more sensation. Yes, his hand, his fingers, his cock! She wanted it all. Crouched there like a bitch, wagging her ass for Brad, pushing her fingers into the pillow, Barbara wanted it all.
How her cunt flooded with juice! She was burning down there while her tits ached for his touch. Brad moved around, smoothing his hands over her ass then letting them trail over her hipbones. She groaned again, feeling him tug her up.