"Please stop it!" Millie exclaimed, squirming against Cal and pushing at his arm.
He kissed her again, this time spreading her lips wide and jamming his thick tongue against hers. Her back was pressed to the wall. Cal's large belly was snugly against her, and his cock had hardened again.
The nipple of Millie's abused left breast had stiffened and was tingling against her bra cup. Moisture was breaking from the glands in her pussy.
She didn't believe Cal could actually screw her in the pump house, since the small enclosure was crowded with machinery and there was no place to lie down. Nevertheless she was afraid.
What bothered the distraught girl more than anything else was her response to Cal's coarse actions. It was as if she actually wanted him. But she knew that wasn't so. His kiss and touch offended her intensely.
Realizing as well as Millie that he could make no further progress with her in the cramped pump house, Cal finally released her and stepped back. Her gaze instinctively dropped to the front of his Levi's which were badly out of shape. Her cheeks glowed hotter.
Cal grinned as he studied her. "I'm gonna let you go this time," he said. "That'll give you a chance to think things over. We could have a lot of fun, if you'd just quit being so snooty. Hellfire, Danny wouldn't have to know… or Pete, either. I ain't the kind that brags."
Millie didn't believe that. He would brag as much as Pete, if not more. She had the feeling that there was some sort of wicked contest between the two brothers to see which one of them could break her down.
Her cheeks still glowing, Millie slid along the wall and hurried out of the pump house. She heard Cal's soft, mocking laughter. But he didn't follow her out right away.
She was about to enter the house when she noticed a car coming up the driveway. It was a new, sporty model. The sun glinted off its chrome trim.
Millie waited, thinking she might have to greet the visitor even though she still felt flustered from Cal's pawing. Just then he emerged from the pump house and stopped, watching the car approach.
Millie proceeded into the house. In front of a mirror in the deserted living room, she checked herself to make sure there was no telltale sign of her distressing encounter with Cal. She took several deep breaths to calm herself, then carefully arranged her hair about her shoulders.
When Millie felt she was ready to face her husband, she went upstairs. But in the back of her mind, guilt nagged.
It was your fault as much as theirs, she thought concerning Pete and Cal. You didn't have to let them go so far. You could have fought them off.
The troubled girl nearly panicked when she reached Danny's room. But she gained a firm grip on herself and opened the door. She forced a cheerful smile.
CHAPTER FOUR
"Well, hi there!" Cal said with a grin as he swaggered up to the flashy car which had stopped in front of the ranch house.
The driver and sole occupant was a young woman with bright auburn hair done in a fancy coiffure. She wore dark glasses. Her pink lips glistened.
When Cal reached the side of the car, his gaze dipped into the luscious white cleavage revealed by her low cut blouse.
"Is this the Hinshaw place?" the girl inquired, her voice carefully modulated to achieve a sexy effect.
The small hairs on Cal's neck prickled. "That's right." He kept grinning. "Who'd you want to see?"
She removed her glasses. Her eyes were a limpid aquamarine. "You're not Pete Hinshaw, are you?" Her lips curved invitingly.
"No, I ain't. That's my brother." Cal was visually caressing the lissome lengths of the girl's sleekly stockinged legs. The hem of her miniskirt was almost lap-high.
"Is he around?" the redhead asked.
"Yeah. He's out at the barn, most likely."
"I wonder if you'd be good enough to call him."
"Sure. Uh, who shall I say wants him?"
"My name's Viv Lanier. I'm from Reno."
"Sure. Well, just a minute, Miss Lanier." Cal flashed another smile. "Don't go away now."
She laughed throatily and turned off the car's engine.
Cal hurried to the barn. He found Pete throwing hay down from the mow.
"Where the fuck have you been?" the older brother snapped. "Do you expect me to do every God damned thing around this place?"
"Keep your pants on. There's somebody out here to see you."
"Yeah?"
"A babe!" Cal's eyes glinted. "Man, wait until you get a look at her."
"Who is she?" Pete started down the ladder.
"Her name's Viv Lanier. She said she's from Reno, that's all."
Reaching the ground floor of the barn, Pete faced his brother. "And she asked for me?"
"Yep."
Pete headed out of the barn. Cal started to accompany him.
Pete stopped. "I'm the one she asked for. Knock down some more of that hay, why don't you?"
"Aw, for Christ's sake!" Cal grumbled, but he turned to the task.
As Pete approached the car he saw the reason for Cal's excitement.
"Pete Hinshaw?" the girl asked.
"Yeah." He squinted at her.
"Oh, this is going to be fun!" She smiled enticingly. "I'm a free lance writer, Mr. Hinshaw. Uh, can I call you Pete?"
"Sure." His dark eyes stroked the tops of her thrusting tits.
"Call me Viv… please. I made some inquiries around here and they told me you were the man to see about running a cattle ranch. I mean, I don't want to run one." She laughed softly. "I just want to write about it. I need some background information."
"Well, this place ain't mine. It belongs to my dad."
"But you sort of run it for him, don't you?" Her eyes were very wide and earnest.
"You might say that," Pete responded proudly, permitting himself a slight smile.
"Then you're just the man I want!" His hand was resting on the window ledge of the car, and Viv placed her hand atop it. "Where can we talk?"
Her warm, gentle touch sent a thrill racing through Pete's body. He feared for a moment that his cock might get hard.
"Well, uh, wherever you like, Miss… I mean, Viv. Uh, in the house?"
"You were working out in the barn just now, weren't you?"
"Yeah."
"Then let's go there. I want to see what you were doing, and you can explain it to me. All right?"
"Well, sure… if you want me to."
He backed up, and Viv opened the car door. He watched her swing her legs around, catching a quick flash of her white panty crotch before she pressed her legs together and stood.
Viv remained close beside him as they walked to the barn. He was very conscious of her warmth. It seemed amazing that she had suddenly appeared from nowhere, asking for him. Her explanation was improbable, but Pete wasn't about to question it. She was there, and he wished to enjoy her presence.
"What a beautiful big barn!" Viv said. "What all do you keep in it?"
"Hay and special feeds… and other stuff. We keep the horses in a stable that connects to it."
"Why do you call the place Stallion Ranch?" Viv smiled up at him as they walked along.
"That was the name when my father took over. There used to be a lot of wild horses around here. The people who homesteaded this place made a living catching and breaking them."
"How interesting!"
"We still pick up a wild bronc every once in a while. My kid brother was trying to break one yesterday. He got throwed and busted his hip."
Viv seemed concerned. "Oh, is he all right?"
"He will be. He's flat on his back right now."
They had reached the door of the barn, and Pete stepped aside to let Viv enter first. He watched her cute buttocks undulate in her short, clinging skirt.
From the mow, Cal saw them enter. Curious, he put his pitchfork aside and descended the ladder.
"Well, there ain't nothing much to see in here," Pete said quickly. "Why don't we go into the stable?"