Amy's Redemption Page 4

  Chapter Four

  RJ braced his left arm against the shower wall and hung his head down to allow the hot water to beat against his back as his fist beat his cock. He was irritated when he awoke to find himself alone in the bed, worried when he couldn’t find her elsewhere in the suite and downright pissed when the front desk informed him she had left in the middle of the night. He moved his hand to his balls and cupped his heavy sacs, remembering the feel of her mouth suckling them and the way her soft moan of pleasure had hardened him further. He couldn’t recall any other woman enjoying a blowjob as much as she seemed to enjoy going down on him. Her obvious pleasure in giving him head had upped his pleasure in receiving it tenfold. He grasped his cock again and pumped harder and faster as lustful memories egged him on. Head thrown back, muscles straining, he shot his wad against the shower wall as he attempted to release his frustration.

  An hour later, he was still pissed, still hard and late getting to an auction for the first time. His ranch was known for its superb breeding program of both cattle and horses and it was essential to his business that he seeks out top livestock on a regular basis. This particular auction had both a stallion and a bull he was particularly interested in and it only added to his irritation that he had allowed a slip of a girl with big purple eyes and curly black hair to divert him from his goal. As he headed downstairs, he swore he could put her out of his mind as easily as any other woman.

  Several hours later, RJ swore if he ever saw Amy again, he’d make sure she couldn’t sit down for a week and then he’d fuck her so hard, so deep, she’d think twice before reneging on a bet with him. That had to be it, he thought sourly as he took a long pull on his beer while he waited for the next bull to be shown. The fact she hadn’t kept her promise had to be the reason he was still in such a foul mood, even after winning the bid on a Palomino stallion that was sure to produce some awesome offspring. RJ couldn’t abide liars or cheats and she had turned out to be both.

  “Hey, boss, what’s eatin you?” Gary, his foreman for over ten years, leaned against the rail next to him, sipping from his own beer.

  “I just made a damn fine investment. What makes you think anything’s eatin me?” he snapped.

  Gary chuckled, nudged the brim of his hat back and simply looked him in the eye with the patience of someone who knew him well. Heaving a deep sigh, RJ gave him a dirty look before eyeing the bulls that were up for bids that afternoon, hoping Gary had enough good sense to drop the matter. He didn’t.

  “Have anything to do with that little filly you took up with last night?” Gary grinned at RJ’s glare. He knew well enough that his friend and boss’s bark was worse than his bite.

  “Drop it Gary, before I blacken one of those pretty baby blues the girls like so much.”

  “Yeah, yeah, I’m shake’in in my boots. I was hoping to catch a glimpse of her today, maybe more than that at the bonfire tonight.”

  “Not gonna happen,” RJ ground out, wondering if Amy would have gone for some of the exhibitionism that often occurred at these weekend cookouts. He would have liked to fuck her in front of everyone, show her tight body and eager enthusiasm off to his friends, and maybe invite one over to join them. RJ groaned and reached down to adjust himself, drawing another chuckle from Gary. “Not one word, Gary. Not one fucking word.”

  Gary held up his hands in mock innocence, his blue eyes lit with mirth. “I’m not saying anything boss, not one little comment.”

  RJ grinned back at him. “Here comes our boy. Let’s see if he’s good enough for our girls back home.”

  By Saturday night, RJ’s foul mood had improved with the help of a few beers and the buxom blond in his arms. In a campsite near the auction arena, about twenty area ranchers gathered to celebrate their purchases and visit with neighbors they only saw a few times a year. A large bonfire dominated the center, surrounded by picnic tables, bales of hay and camping chairs. Leaning back on the bales he had claimed, RJ pulled Lisa into his arms and crushed his mouth to hers. He had hooked up with her before at different functions and she knew the score, which made it so much easier. A rodeo groupie, Lisa indulged in all the raunchy sex that accompanied that crowd, but, as she was fond of telling him, he was her favorite lay.

  “Baby, your belt buckle’s digging into my butt. What do you say we take it off,” she muttered against his mouth as her hands eagerly released his belt and carefully lowered his zipper over his raging erection. “Oh, baby, is this for me?”

  RJ mumbled an inane reply as she took him in her hands. Leaning his head back, eyes closed, he fumbled blindly with the buttons on her blouse while the music and revelry went on around them. Between Lisa’s talented fingers and the open displays of sexuality going on around them, he was primed and ready to fuck. He opened his eyes as Lisa’s breasts fell into his hands and he couldn’t help but compare her larger, heavier build to that of a dainty, smaller one.

  “Ah, fuck,” he muttered as Amy’s face intruded on his fun.

  “That’s what we’re gonna do, baby,” Lisa purred as she quickly unfastened her own jeans and shoved them down, heedless of all the onlookers.

  RJ saw several people watching them, eyeing Lisa’s bopping tits and wiggling ass as she shimmied out of her jeans. Several couples were likewise engaged, fucking in various positions, getting their thrills by having an audience and inviting a partner or two to join them. RJ rose up swiftly and flipped Lisa over the bale of hay, ass up, head down, his favorite position. “Damn right, baby,” he said, knowing his sarcastic emphasis on ‘baby’ went right over her head. RJ swatted her turned up ass hard several times, eliciting a moan from her. When he had raised a bright red hue on both buttocks, he grabbed her hips and thrust into her cunt.

  Eyes glued to her spread legs, he pounded into her, taking her roughly, just the way they both liked. Sweat dripping down his brow, he worked her cunt hard, his thumbs digging into her cheeks as he fantasized about another woman in this position, another pretty red ass bent over for his pleasure, and another voice crying out her release.

  RJ felt Lisa’s pussy ripple around his dick as she started to come, but her eager response to his driving force was more feigned than real. In the past that had never bothered him, she was the one who continually sought him out and offered herself to him knowing what he liked. He recalled Amy’s surprise at the pleasure she found with him and the avid way she reached for and embraced that pleasure, causing him to once again curse her for skipping out on him. As he erupted into Lisa’s grasping pussy, he could only hope Amy was missing him as he was her.

  Amy shoved the large dildo deep into her pussy making sure it rasped her clit with each inward thrust and outward pull. No matter how hard she fucked herself with her favorite toy, she failed to achieve the heights of pleasure that she had with RJ. Memories of his hard hand swatting her buttocks, his thick finger buried in her ass, the taste of his come in her mouth all brought her to a feverish pitch but weren’t enough to send her to the peak that reality had.

  Rolling to her side, she clasped her hand between her thighs, the dildo buried deep in her grasping cunt as she reached behind her with her free hand. Running her finger lightly over her anus brought a gush of added moisture to her pussy. Imagining it was RJ behind her, RJ spreading her cheeks and watching closely as he inserted his finger deep into her rectum brought her to a quick climax. In a lewd parody, her hips thrust forward against her pumping hand, then back against her invading digit. Back and forth she rocked, pleasure filling her senses, memories and longing enveloping her mind until she lay in a shuddering heap of exhaustion, frustration and disappointment.

  Amy stumbled into the small shower of the cheap motel room and doused herself with a spray of cold water before turning the knob to warm. Last night, when she had fled RJ’s bed, she had driven around for an hour berating herself for giving in to temptation and loneliness. She should have known from past experiences that men were nothing but trouble. Now, for the first time, she knew what it felt like t
o be brought to climax by a man’s cock, mouth, fingers, and the pleasure was indescribably pleasurable and fearfully addicting. Thankfully, she would never see RJ again and hopefully, in a few weeks, she would be able to put last night aside, a fond happening, but one not to be repeated. As someone who would be spending the rest of her life on the run, constantly looking over her shoulder for the law to catch up to her, she couldn’t afford the distraction of personal entanglements, no matter how hot the guy or how inexplicably aroused he made her.

  Amy had intended to rouse herself early Sunday morning, get instructions to the Kincaid ranch and arrive there early this afternoon, giving herself more time to get acquainted with her home for the next year. However, a sleepless night brought on by erotic remembrances of a large, hard man bringing her to peak after peak of intense pleasure caused her to sleep until late morning. Technically, she wasn’t supposed to report for her new job as the Kincaid ranch’s new cook until tomorrow morning, but she wanted to get familiar with the kitchen and meal schedule today so she could be better prepared to fix breakfast for over ten ranch hands in the morning. After holding the prestigious position of chef at one of New York’s most popular restaurants, a ranch cook was a step down career wise for her, but being secluded on a ranch in the middle of nowhere, isolated from the general public, including the police, had been a big incentive to answer the ad she found listed on the internet upon reaching Las Vegas, her original destination.

  After spending two weeks looking for a job in Vegas, the only offers she got were those reminiscent of her days on the streets of New York. After putting herself through cooking school by stripping in an upscale club and landing the job at Maxim’s, she swore to herself she’d never return to supporting herself by such desperate measures again. Meeting, and trusting, Jedidiah had quickly put an end to her dream job and eventually sent her on the run. In the last two years, she had managed to support herself by using her hard earned skills in the kitchen and she wasn’t about to change now. She had quickly emailed the application to Rand Kincaid from the computer in the lobby of her hotel and was pleased to find a reply a few hours later. A few emails later and she had a new job several hundred miles away from the largest city in the Midwest.

  After Mr. Kincaid had emailed her a contract that finalized her pay, which included room and board and a commitment to one year employment, she had dropped the signed contract in the mail and let him know when she would be arriving. The one year requirement had made her pause briefly, but she had decided if she had to run unexpectedly before the year was up, she could always change her name again and slip away undetected. After all, she had done so twice now since fleeing New York.

  Amy quickly showered and dressed before gathering her few belongings and putting them in her car before going into the small motel office to check out.

  “Leaving us so soon, little lady?” the friendly motel owner asked in his western drawl.

  “I am if you can tell me how to get to the Kincaid Ranch.” Amy smiled at the older man.

  “Sure can. It’s a good thing it’s a nice day for a drive cause it’s out a ways from town. You got friends working for Rand?”

  “No, I’m the new cook. I wanted to get there today instead of early tomorrow. How far is it?”

  “It’s a good hour, about twenty minutes of that off the main highway. Here, let me write it down for you.”

  Amy went over the instructions and hoped she didn’t get lost or stuck out there. She didn’t own a cell phone and her car wasn’t in the most reliable condition after all the miles she had put on it. Her finances were running low and after fleeing Cleveland to avoid questioning by the police about the fire that had destroyed the duplex she was renting from Brian’s grandmother, a fire that had resulted in that dear lady’s death, she hadn’t had any money to spare for maintenance on her aging vehicle. Mr. Kincaid would be giving her her thousand dollar incentive bonus for agreeing to the one year requirement stipulation in her contract, but not until she actually arrived on his ranch. Her low finances were another reason she had so readily agreed to his terms.

  After paying the motel bill, Amy had enough cash to fill her tank and get a hamburger before heading out. “Thank you for your help,” she told the manager.

  “You be careful, little lady. If you get into trouble or lost, just stay with your car. That highway gets its share of traffic, and once you turn off it, there’s always someone coming or going from Kincaid’s ranch that’ll find you. He’s got the biggest spread around here and folks are mighty friendly.”

  Amy smiled her thanks thinking he was right, people were friendlier in the Midwest. Out east she never would have encountered such hospitality or been treated with such courtesy and respect. Even when she had been skulking out of the Carlton, and it had to have been obvious to the doorman what she had been doing with RJ for those four hours, he still tipped his hat courteously and bestowed a kind, non judgmental smile upon her. If she wasn’t careful, she could find herself liking the slower, laid back atmosphere of this area, easily allowing it to lull her into a false sense of security and let her guard down. Something she couldn’t afford as it could prove to be detrimental to her freedom.

  An hour later, Amy was no longer concerned with finding herself enamored of the great Midwest. Lifting the hood of her steaming engine, she cursed a blue streak. She knew how to change a flat tire, but that was about it. Maybe she shouldn’t have ignored the loud pop and consequent rattling coming from her engine fifteen minutes ago, about five miles from the turnoff that would finally lead her to this godforsaken ranch.

  Amy shielded her eyes and looked around. Blue sky and open prairie for as far as she could see did not look appealing at the moment. Shortly after turning onto the dirt road that was depicted by the large Kincaid Ranch sign, her engine started steaming. Having no choice but to get as much distance out of it as possible, she crept along for a few miles until her poor car just quit. By the directions given to her by the motel manager, she was still a good fifteen miles from the ranch.

  Delivering a toe jarring kick to her tire, she blew out a frustrated breath, trying to decide if she should remain here, by her car, as she was advised to do in case of an emergency, or if she should take off on foot. Not one to sit idle for long, Amy waited ten minutes, then locked the car and started out, cursing with each step. Nothing for miles, she wondered just what the hell people did living out this far from civilization. Suddenly a year stuck out here with a bunch of cowboys and smelly animals didn’t sound at all appealing and even though the scenario was ideal for her main purpose of avoiding detection, she was already formulating a plan of escape. Ten minutes later, the sound of a vehicle approaching from up the road interrupted her musings of flight.

  Amy waited while a large pickup truck slowly came to a stop and a lanky young man got out. Tipping his hat, he greeted her with a concerned look.

  “Ma’am, are you out here alone?”

  “Not anymore.” Amy gave him a cheeky grin, elated to see another person, especially one who was driving a truck with the Kincaid Ranch logo on the side. “My car broke down…”

  The kid frowned at her, interrupting, “You should’ve stayed with it, ma’am. It’d be safer than walking unprotected out here.”

  Amy was hot, thirsty and cranky and didn’t appreciate the lecture. “So I was told. Are you a demented serial killer?”

  “Of course not!” he exclaimed.

  Amy grinned at his look of appalled indignation. “Then I’m safe, right?”

  “Now you are, but if I hadn’t shown up, there’s no telling what harm could have befallin you.”

  “Seeing as there’s nothing around for miles, what could possibly have happened other than blisters from a long hike?”

  Tipping his hat back, he rolled his eyes. “Don’t tell me. City girl, right?”

  “Your point?” Amy crossed her arms and glared up into his cute face. Were all cowboys tall, she wondered.

  “My point is the coyote
s that, if frightened, will attack, the rattlesnake will attack without being frightened and this sun will burn that pretty white skin without you being aware of it until it’s too late.”

  Amy glanced nervously around looking for wild dogs and slithering snakes. “I’m sorry for being rude,” she apologized. “I’m hot, tired and thirsty and I would really appreciate a ride to the Kincaid ranch, if it’s not too much trouble.”

  “You’re going to Kincaid’s? Does the boss know you’re coming?”

  “Mr. Kincaid isn’t expecting me until tomorrow morning, but I arrived a day early and wanted to use the extra time to get acclimated. I’m Amy, the new chef.”

  The cowhand took her offered hand, grinning foolishly. “You’re Al our new cook?”

  “Amy Louise Rollins, and I prefer to be called a chef. Eighteen months of hard labor at a cooking school earned me that step up.”

  “I’m Mike, one of the hands at the Kincaid spread. I’d be more than happy to give you a lift. Huh, if you don’t mind my asking, does the boss know you’re a woman?”

  “I’m not sure. Why, does it make a difference?” she asked as she allowed him to assist her up into the cab of the truck.

  “None at all, ma’am.”

  Amy wondered at the sarcastic slow drawl of his answer. She had simply signed her contract AL Rollins and she didn’t recall there being a gender request on the application, so she supposed it was possible Rand Kincaid thought he was hiring a man. Maybe, if he didn’t care for women employees, she could collect her bonus and be on her way.