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  Mike silently offered her a bottle of water before driving back to her car, checking the engine and declaring she had a broken radiator hose. Retrieving her bag, he drove Amy the fifteen miles to the Kincaid Ranch. Amy’s eyes widened in surprise when they approached wide, double rod iron gates that opened onto what she presumed was Kincaid land. A stone and iron fence branched out from each end of the gate and seemed to go on for miles. They drove about another half mile before any buildings could be seen.

  “Just what do you do on all this land?” she asked Mike while silently wondering if she was going to go stark raving mad out here. Suddenly the anonymity of spending a year out in the boonies lost its appeal.

  “Raise cattle and breed the finest quarter horses in the state. It takes a lot of acres to raise over a thousand head of cattle and horses.”

  “I guess.” Amy didn’t know anything about animals, especially horses and cows, and didn’t want to know. The largest house Amy had ever seen came into view, a hacienda styled ranch that was surrounded by a wraparound porch and lush landscaping. When Mike pulled to a stop in front, she looked at him questioningly.

  “The boss just returned from Cheyenne and should be inside. I’ll introduce you.”

  Amy had hoped he would show her to her rooms so she could get cleaned up first, but he didn’t give her a chance to make that request as he quickly joined her and helped her down before she could do it herself.

  “I can make it,” she said, but he ignored her as he grasped her around the waist and lifted her down.

  “I thought you were headed into town, Mike,” a deep voice said from the front porch.

  Amy couldn’t see around Mike’s tall frame, but she didn’t need to put a face with that voice. Hours spent hearing its commanding tone and harsh breaths in her ear insured she’d never forget it or the man. She closed her eyes in mortification and dread as Mike moved aside and answered his boss, and, apparently, hers.

  “I was headed that way, RJ, when I ran across this gal stranded on her way here. This here’s our new cook, Amy Louise Rollins.”

  Amy heard the distinctive smirk in Mike’s voice as he introduced her. Opening her eyes, she looked into the shocked face of the man she thought she’d never see again.

  Chapter Five

  RJ’s surprise turned to anger as he looked at the woman he had been alternately cursing and craving for the past thirty-six hours. Her curly black hair was damp with sweat, her pale skin red from the afternoon sun and those striking purple eyes were rounded with surprised embarrassment. With a quickness that took him off guard, her countenance shifted to amused irony as she raised a dark brow and that tempting mouth lifted in a challenging smirk that caused his dick to harden and his hand to itch with the temptation to spank her delectable ass until that smirk was turned into a gasp of pain induced pleasure.

  “You’re Rand Kincaid?” she drawled, trying to hide her discomfort behind flippancy. One look at the man had her creaming her panties and reliving the feel of his hard body bringing her to orgasm after orgasm.

  “You’re AL Rollins?” he returned, finding the humor in the situation and grudging acceptance of his attraction to this woman.

  “Amy Louise. Your ad didn’t specify being male as a requirement, but I’m willing to forget the position if you’re willing to still give me the incentive bonus for all my trouble.” Amy’s mouth practically watered at the sight of him again. Wearing tight, worn jeans, a short sleeved shirt and his hat, he was the picture of every woman’s fantasy and her own private nightmare, no matter how many climaxes he had brought her to. There was no way she could work for the man for the next year and keep her hands off him. And screwing her boss could only lead to trouble and heartache.

  RJ nudged his hat back before fisting his hands on his hips to keep from hauling her into his arms for a hard, wet kiss. The temptation to mark her as his while letting her know how this was going to play out, was almost too much. But, remembering how good she was at fleeing from her obligations, he reined in his temper and impatience.

  “I’m not willing to forget the contract, and, though I’ve never employed a female cook before, I’ll assume your experience and credentials were credible and there’s no reason why you can’t fulfill your obligation.”

  It was all he could do to keep from grinning as those dark eyes snapped with irritation and her mouth tightened with disapproval. Glancing uncomfortably at Mike, she replied with suppressed emotion, “Surely, under the circumstances, you can see the problem with me staying here.”

  “Frankly, I don’t see a problem at all.” Grinning, he looked at Mike. “Mike, do you see a problem with Amy keeping the position as cook?”

  “Can’t say I do, boss. It’ll be nice to see a pretty face at the table for a change instead of another hardened cowboy.”

  Amy’s frustration came through when she snapped, “Look, Mr. Kincaid, I don’t think..”

  “Amy,” RJ chided, his mood downright jovial now that he had time to get over the shock of seeing her again. “After the other night, I think we can be a little less formal with each other.” She didn’t blush, which was promising for her ability to fit in here at his ranch, but the narrowing of her eyes told him she wasn’t happy. “Did you retrieve Ms. Rollins bags from her car, Mike?”

  “Sure did, boss, but the car’s gonna need a tow and some major work to make it reliable for her to get back and forth to town. It’s in pretty bad shape.”

  “Have it towed into town then.” Moving to the truck, he grabbed Amy’s suitcase before turning back to her. “Just one bag?”

  “I travel light so I can leave quickly and without any fuss,” Amy warned him.

  “Let me show you to your rooms and then we’ll discuss the repercussions of you trying to slip out of the terms of your contract.” Turning his back to her, he left her no choice but to follow him into his house while he tried to figure out how he could blackmail her back into his bed.

  Amy followed him, her eyes admiring his tight ass while she tried to come up with a way to get out of this job and as far away from Rand Kincaid as she could. The four hours she had spent in his bed Friday had left her craving more of him, more of his brand of hard, domineering sex, more of the pleasure she received from his hard hands and cock and more of the comfort she felt sleeping in his hard arms. These were cravings she couldn’t afford to have for any man. She had been on her own for too long, dependent on only herself since she was sixteen. Her one lapse had cost her dearly, allowing herself to give in to her need to ease the loneliness of her solitary lifestyle could eventually cost her her freedom.

  The foyer of the sprawling ranch house was cool and dim and it took a moment for Amy’s eyes to adjust. As RJ led her down a wide hall and into a huge family room, all thoughts of running away were put on hold as she took in the comfortable, homey look and feel of his home. The back wall was floor to ceiling windows and wide patio doors that opened out onto a covered tiled patio and beautifully landscaped yard. Comfortable looking leather sofas and chairs faced the opposite wall with its rock hewn fireplace and big screened television and entertainment center. Small tables were interspersed between the seating and plush throw rugs lay spread out across the hard wood floor. Along the side wall was a long, mahogany bar with stools in front of it and a large mirror behind it. The room could easily hold fifty people comfortably and Amy wondered how much entertaining he did.

  “Down this hall are the bedrooms, Amy. Follow me.” RJ led the way down a wide hallway, past several doors until he got to the end. “This room will be yours. It has an attached bathroom.”

  Amy took in the double bed with its pale blue comforter, the dresser and mirror, the wide reading chair and ottoman and the blue draped window that let in an abundance of sunshine in one sweeping glance. The room was nicer and homier feeling than any of the small, dingy motel rooms she had been staying in since fleeing Ohio and she knew instinctively she could become too complacent here in no time. Fear, desperation and longi
ng had her turning angrily on her new boss.

  “Look, Mr. Kincaid…”

  “Friday night it was RJ,” Rand said calmly as he set her bag down and faced her.

  “Friday night is exactly why I can’t stay here and take this job.”

  RJ’s frustration was evident as he strode to her, grabbed her arms and pressed her against the wall. Glaring down into her startled, wary face, he relaxed his hold, but didn’t let go. “Friday night is exactly why you’re going to stay here and fulfill your contract. We had a bet, one you reneged on. You owe me.”

  “I agreed to fuck you, which I did,” she retorted while trying desperately to ignore the feel of his hard-on pressed against her and the desire it brought on. What was the matter with her that she could become so aroused, so quickly with this man?

  “You agreed to stay the night, which you didn’t do. You owe me several more hours in the sack, or on the floor, or,” his head lowered as he nipped her earlobe, hard, “against the wall.”

  Amy moaned, turning her head automatically to give him easier access. “You can’t possibly want me to spend several more hours fucking you and then spend the next year working for you,” she whispered disbelievingly while fighting that illogical part of her that wanted to do just that.

  “No, I want you to spend the next year fucking me, and cooking for my ranch hands. And quit saying fuck, it’s not nice.”

  Amy burst out laughing and turned her head to disabuse him of that thought, but his mouth latching onto hers stopped any protest she was about to make. His lips were just as hard as she remembered, his tongue just as wet and soft. Without conscious thought, she kissed him back, moaning softly when she opened at his insistence. Amy had never been kissed with such arrogance, such passion, and had never enjoyed a kiss more. His tongue explored every inch of her mouth, his teeth nipped at her wet lips, his breath took hers away. Memories of the other night came rushing back, the painful spanking that led to the shattering climax, the hard feel of his body and cock as he took her, the foreign invasion of his finger in her ass making her ache for more.

  Amy wanted all that again, and more. Craved his touch, his body, his cock until she ached. And that was enough to scare her back to reality. Bracing her hands against his chest, she pushed, pulling her mouth from his. “Stop. I can’t do this.”

  If Rand hadn’t heard the desire, the longing in her voice, he would’ve let her go. Well, maybe, he thought ruefully as he looked down at her swollen lips and then further to the obvious pucker of her nipples, their pointed hardness testament to her arousal.

  “Are you wet, Amy?” RJ cupped her crotch through her jeans, watching as her eyes first widened then glazed over with lust.

  “That doesn’t matter, RJ. I can’t…” Amy gasped as her jeans fell to her knees and Rand dragged her to the bed. Before she could grasp his intent, he sat down and hauled her unceremoniously over his lap, jerking her panties down. “Dammit, RJ, what do you think you’re…ow!” she cried out as his hand came down hard on her bare ass, the fiery pain bringing an instant gush of pleasure to her cunt. Her hands flew behind her, whether to protect herself from another swat or to deny the pleasure she felt from the previous one, she didn’t know.

  Rand simply grasped both her wrists in one large hand while swatting her delectable ass with the other before moving it between her legs to test her response. Just as he thought, she was gushing in excitement. “You can’t deny this, sweetheart, can you?” he asked harshly, his cock hard as nails at the feel of her wet, tight cunt gripping his fingers. “You want this, you want me, just as much as I want you.”

  Amy moaned in miserable acceptance, pain warring with lust as he swatted her again, and again, his hand landing hard and fast on her buttocks, tormenting every inch of her flesh. She couldn’t think, she could only feel. She knew she should break away from him and get out of here as fast as possible, but right now all she could do was give in to the lust as it encompassed her entire being.

  Lifting her ass, she accepted, no begged for each smack, gasping with the erotic pain as her buttocks swelled and heated. She imagined what they looked like as she gyrated on his lap, bright red with the smell of her potent arousal filling their senses.

  “Admit it, Amy,” RJ demanded, needing to hear her say the words. Her ass was glowing, her buttocks lifting enticingly for each smack of his hand, his jeans dampening with her copious juices.

  “Please, RJ, I can’t do this,” she cried, unable to prevent the tears from flowing down her cheeks.

  Another hard smack landed in the middle of her buttocks followed by the insertion of two hard fingers in her grasping cunt. “Yes, you can. Let go, sweetheart. I promise I’ll catch you.”

  Amy fought it for as long as possible, fought her need for him and what he could do to her, until he pulled his cum soaked fingers from her cunt and moved them up to her anus. He had barely penetrated her back hole when she cried out, “Yes!” and lifted her ass for his full penetration, acknowledging her surrender. Right now, she needed to come more than she needed to breathe, and she simply didn’t have it in her to deny herself this pleasure.

  The feel of his fingers invading her ass had her coming instantly. She had never imagined anal play could feel so good, or that she could come with that type of stimulation. It was this pleasure, this never before experience with a man, that she had been denying and wanting to run from. Now, all she could do was embrace the pleasure, accept the inevitable, and pray it didn’t lead to her downfall.

  Rand couldn’t remember a more beautiful sight than her lifting her reddened buttocks for his fingers or hearing her cry out her acceptance. Letting go of her wrists, he finger fucked both her orifices until she came screaming, her hips bucking against his hard thighs and cock, her small body shaking with the pleasure of her orgasm. She took both his fingers up her ass easily until they were buried to the top knuckles. His hands worked her ass and pussy until her contractions clenched around all his digits.

  Rand lifted her easily and unceremoniously tossed her face down on the bed, leaving her legs dangling over the side. “I’ve got to have you, sweetheart,” he stated breathlessly as he stood, released his engorged cock and entered her without preamble.

  The fit was extra tight since her jeans were still around her knees, but that just turned him on more. Her firm, but softly rounded buttocks and clinging pussy were all that he needed at the moment. “That’s it, Amy, lift that ass for me, feel how hard I am, how much those red cheeks turn me on,” he rasped in her ear as he bent over her and thrust repeatedly into her wet depths.

  “Oh, God, RJ, that feels so good, you feel so good,” she moaned, her breathing labored, her hands clenched in the covers as she lifted for each hard thrust.

  “Your pussy is like a hot glove wrapped around me, squeezing me. Come for me, Amy, come now.”

  When she cried out her release and her cunt contracted around him, RJ groaned, loving the feel of her coming apart. Her climax soaked his dick as he lay over her and continued to pound into her, denying himself satisfaction until he brought her to another climax. She felt so small under him, but she met him stroke for stroke as he pistoned his hips faster and faster, his face next to hers on the bed, their legs tangled together over the side. Grabbing hold of her clenched fists, he ordered harshly, “Again, Amy. Let me feel you coming again with me.”

  “I can’t,” she panted, but her body belied her words. Within seconds she was coming again and RJ couldn’t hold back any longer, didn’t want to wait a second longer to erupt into her tight sheath.

  Right before he came it dawned on him he hadn’t protected himself, or her, and with frustrated reluctance, he swiftly pulled out of her warm, wet clinging sheath and spilled his seed on her quivering buttocks.

  The feel of RJ ejaculating on her ass was like a dose of cold water. Amy shuddered in disbelief as she waited for him to lift off her. Never in her life had she come so many times in such a short span, nor come so hard and been so swept away by pa
ssion that she had completely forgotten about birth control. As RJ lifted off her, she felt the warm stickiness of his come and imagined what it looked like on her reddened buttocks.

  “Don’t move,” RJ said as he adjusted his jeans. “I’ll clean you up.”

  Amy didn’t think she could move right that second anyway, so his order was moot. Catching her breath, feeling decadent as she lay across the bed with her pants pulled down, she tried to make sense of her response to her new boss and figure out what she was going to do about it. She couldn’t deny her attraction to him, or her uncharacteristic response to his hard body. She loved being able to come with a man, with this man, but was an orgasm worth the risk of her staying here for a year, getting closer to him each day, thus risking her anonymity?

  Ever since she had left Jedidiah lying in a pool of his own blood, she had lived in fear of being caught and taken to prison for his death. It wouldn’t matter that it had been self defense. With her past record and no witnesses, she knew she wouldn’t stand a chance in a trial. For two years she had managed to avoid any entanglements by keeping a low profile and avoiding any potential interaction with the law. The isolation of RJ’s ranch offered her a safe haven, but a sexual relationship for a year with her boss could jeopardize her safety.

  “Quit thinking so hard,” RJ said as he laid a warm cloth on her buttocks and proceeded to wash off his drying come.

  Amy rolled over, stood up and pulled up her jeans. She winced as the rough denim chafed her sore buttocks, then glared at him when he smirked knowingly. “What is it with you and spanking?”

  “Tell me it didn’t get you off,” he challenged her with knowing green eyes.

  Amy shrugged indifferently. “I can’t very well deny the obvious, now can I? But, you have to realize that I can’t work for you and fu…”