The Sextet - Sharing [The Sextet Anthology, Volume 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (31 page)

earlobe, and then left a trail of hot, openmouthed kisses down her

neck. She swallowed hard, her eyes fluttering. His hot breath caused a

stirring between her legs. She moaned again, a needy moan, and felt

him grin against her skin.

Her head fell back against the hard tree as she clamped her lips

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together and closed her eyes tightly, trying to retain control—a battle

she was losing fast. His hand moved slowly up her side, caressing her

breast and then rubbing the nipple to a hard nub.

“God…Greg…I…”

Squeezing the hardened tip between his fingers, he drew a

whimper from her. “I want to hear you moan—I want to hear you say

my name as I make you come.” He squeezed the taut nipple again.

Her body trembled as he changed his stance, moving his thigh

between her legs to support her. He gave her a passionate kiss while

his fingers unbuttoned her jeans and then slipped inside them.

“You’re so hot, so wet.”

Samantha’s breath caught the moment he touched her. She stared

into his blue eyes, almost afraid as his fingers moved back and forth

over the sensitive nub. He leaned in, capturing her mouth, taking what

little breath she still had left in her lungs. She clawed his back while

his finger plunged into her warm canal.

“Greg…” Her voice was breathy, just above a whisper. “Please

don’t…stop.”

He kissed her again deeply, his tongue matching the rhythm of his

finger. Pulling back just enough to watch, he grinned. “Not goin’

anywhere.”

She closed her eyes and gasped for air as her body trembled in

waves of ecstasy.

Falling forward, Sam rested her head on Greg’s shoulder while

enjoying the sated feeling inside her body. Tension, doubt, hurt—all

of it was suddenly gone, replaced instead with a satisfied confidence

that had been missing from her life for far too long.

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Chapter 4

Samantha woke up the next morning excited for what the day

might hold. The mere thought of Greg, and what he’d done the day

before, caused heat and moisture to flood her pussy. She smiled while

sitting on the edge of her bed, putting on her boots.
Wonder how great
it’ll be when we get naked?
She shook her head and laughed as she stood up. “I’m not sure I’d live through it, but I’m sure it’d be worth

the risk.” With a bounce in her step, she left her room smiling.

At breakfast, Sam’s face warmed each time she met Greg’s gaze.

Just his simple smile filled her with a sexual haze.
Get a grip, Sam.

You’re acting like a schoolgirl with a crush.
She took a drink of her coffee and glanced across the table again.
No…you’re acting like a

woman that just had one of the best orgasms of her life.

“I heard ya purty good in the saddle, Sam.” Tommy’s booming

voice caught her attention. “Why don’t cha’ come with Charlie and

me today while we ride the property? It’ll give me a chance to tell ya

about the history of this place and more ’bout ranching.”

“That’d be great, Tommy.” Sam forced a smile on her face,

hoping to hide the disappointment of not being able to spend time

with Greg again.

* * * *

For the better part of the morning, Tommy and Charlie gave

Samantha a tour of the property on horseback. Both men tried to teach

her the basics of selling and raising cattle.

“That heifer’s worth
how much
?” Sam stared at Charlie in

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disbelief.

Laughing heartily, Charlie repeated himself. “That cow’s about

six-hundred pounds and would sell for a dollar a pound—so it’s worth

six-hundred dollars.”

Sam scanned the field covered with cattle and tried to do the math

in her head. “This herd alone is worth more than I made last year and

this year combined!”

“Keep something in mind, Sam,” Tommy began with a chuckle.

“While prices are high right now, a year from now, they could drop.

Ranchers have ta look to the future, figure out how many cattle to

have, to sell…it’s all a guessing game.”

“I had no idea it was so complicated.” She looked over at the men.

Tommy laughed as they made their way through the herd.

“’Course in the olden days, my granddaddy would sell moonshine to

keep this place going.”

“No way!”

Tommy just smiled and nodded.

* * * *

It was just after noon when Tommy, Charlie, and Sam returned to

the barn. Dallas was loading up one of the trucks, and Tommy

stopped to talk with him.

“Sam, why don’t cha’ go with Dallas for the rest of the day. He’s

going to be fixin’ one of the windmills we use to provide water to the

cattle in the middle of the property.”

Seeing the not-so-happy look on Dallas’s face, Sam almost

declined the invitation. Maybe he wasn’t looking forward to spending

time with her after she ran him down the other morning.

Remembering his cock’s reaction to her lying on top of him, she felt

nervous, but she went ahead and got into his truck, rubbing her sore

behind. At least he wouldn’t think she was rude.
And I won’t be on a

horse anymore today.

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It was a long, quiet drive to the windmill. Sam tried to make small

talk, but found Dallas’s short answers a hint that he’d prefer a quiet

ride. When they got to their location, Dallas got out without a word

and walked to the back of the truck where he opened the truck gate.

“So what can I do to help?” Sam asked, fidgeting nervously as she

stood next to him.

Sighing, he turned toward her. “Honestly, there’s nothing you can

really do to help. But if you insist, you can hand me the tools as I

need them.”

“Okay…” She looked into the toolbox. “You might have to

describe what you need, though. My dad always called them

‘thingamabobs’ and ‘doohickeys.’” Her teasing smile faded when she

saw him roll his eyes.
Oh, yeah…he hates me.

Grabbing a few tools, Dallas walked over to the windmill and

climbed up the old metal frame. As he ascended higher and higher,

she stared at his taut backside. The man could fill a pair of jeans

nicely. While enjoying the view, a trickle of sweat ran down her back.

Was it from the heat of the afternoon sun or her reaction to Dallas’s

fine ass?

“Son of a bitch.”

Sam looked up at the swearing. Shielding the bright sun from her

eyes, she still couldn’t see very well. It wasn’t long before Dallas

climbed down, carrying something. When he reached the last rung, he

jumped down and walked over to the truck.

“Gear’s gone out,” he muttered. “Shouldn’t take too long to fix.”

“That’s good.” She winced at her own lame reply and watched

him labor in silence. Having had enough of his attitude, she finally

asked the burning question. “Do you mind telling me why you hate

me so much?”

Searching the toolbox for something, he didn’t respond, didn’t

even look at her.

“Is it because I’m writing this article?”

He let out a long, whistling breath through his nose. “What makes

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you think I hate you?”

“You’re kidding, right?” Sam scowled when he finally turned and

looked at her. “Maybe it’s the fact you won’t talk to me, or the fact

that when you
do
speak, there’s a rude tone to your voice.”

His eyes narrowed and turned darker.

“Or how about the way you glare at me like I’ve done something

wrong.”

With only a shake of his head, he turned his attention back to the

toolbox and the missing tool he needed.

“Great, back to the silent treatment.” She folded her arms and

leaned against the truck, frustrated as he picked up the part and

climbed back up the windmill.

After a few minutes of doing nothing but stare at him as he

worked, Sam was using her hat to fan herself, hoping to cool off from

the dreaded heat. When she heard Dallas’s deep voice, she looked up.

Stepping closer to the windmill, she yelled at him, “Did you say

something?”

“Yeah. Can you bring the rubber mallet up to me?”

Rubber mallet. I actually know what that is.
She nodded her head and walked over to the truck and found the mallet. Walking back to

the windmill, she suddenly realized how high Dallas was. “I can do

this,” she whispered to herself, even though she hated heights
.

Slowly, she climbed, rung by rung, her knuckles turning white.

* * * *

Watching Sam inch toward him, Dallas realized something was

wrong. When he reached for the mallet, he saw her hand shaking.

“You okay?”

With a tight nod, she started to ease back down.

He kept an eye on her until she reached the ground before he

pounded on the gear until it finally locked in place. After flipping the

switch and seeing the windmill turn once again, he gathered the tools

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and climbed down.

Sam was leaning against the truck, staring down at the ground

when Dallas walked up to her. Something still seemed off with her.

When she glanced up at him, the color had drained from her cheeks.

When she pushed away from the truck, she swayed, as if a little

woozy. He grabbed her arm. “Hold on there, Sam. I think you’ve been

in the sun too long today.”

“I’m okay.”

“Humor me, then. Sit here while I get some water.” Helping her

up onto the tailgate of the truck, he grabbed two bottles of water from

the cooler and took a seat next to her. “Drink,” he ordered, opening

her bottle and handing it to her.

For the next few minutes, Dallas kept an eye on Sam. His concern

lessened when he saw her color return. There was clearly a lot more

to her than he’d originally thought. Here she was, totally out of her

element, working on a ranch with a bunch of cocky, arrogant men.

Even putting up with my badass attitude.

“Thanks for the water.”

Sam’s voice pulled him from his thoughts. He turned toward her,

saw her smile, and remembered how she’d felt on top of him the other

morning. Looking away, he took a drink of his water and stared up at

the windmill. “For what it’s worth, I don’t hate you…” He felt her

gaze upon him and turned back to face her again. “It’s just…you

remind me of someone from my past. You’re a lot like her.”

“So what happened?”

For some reason, Dallas opened up and told her the pathetic story.

Something he’d not done—ever. He told Sam about his fiancée Allie

and how she died in a car accident almost fifteen years ago. “I hated

everything and everyone. Everywhere I turned, I saw Allie. I had to

get away. I left Austin and just…drove ’til I found myself in a bar in

town. Met Tommy and Charlie. Tommy offered me a job and a place

to stay. Been here ever since.” Sam glanced up at the sky, and he had

a hunch she knew what he was talking about. “I’m guessing you’re

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running from something yourself.”

“Not something, someone.” A faint smile appeared on her face. “I

caught my boyfriend with his assistant, so I understand hurt more than

you know.” She shook her head, still staring ahead of her. “For some

reason, he thought I should forgive him—give him a second chance.”

She scoffed. “You know, I could’ve done this article over the phone.

But since he wouldn’t leave me alone, I figured getting out of town

for a while might not be such a bad idea.”

“He still bothering ya?”

She nodded. “He’s left a couple messages I don’t ever plan to

return.”

“I’d be happy to set him straight if you need some help. Sounds

like he could use…an attitude adjustment.”

His raised brow and threatening look set her to laughing. “Thanks.

I’ll keep that in mind.”

Smiling, he looked at her for a long moment, taking in her deep

brown eyes, her soft complexion. Damn, if he didn’t want her. His

dick got hard just remembering her wiggling on top of him. “We

should probably get back.”

* * * *

Dallas wasn’t thrilled to see Greg walking toward the truck when

he pulled up next to the barn. It was jealousy, plain and simple. That’s

why when he heard Greg asking Sam to go for a ride, he spoke up like

an overprotective idiot. “Sam, you should probably call it a day, head

inside, cool off, and get a drink.”

Sam nodded. “I will.”

Greg glanced from Sam to Dallas and back to Sam. “What’s

wrong? Did something happen?”

“I’m fine. Just got a little overheated is all.”

His happy-go-lucky demeanor disappeared. “You sure?”

“Really, Greg. I’m fine.”

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“Okay, but why don’t I head inside with you?” A hint of his smile

returned to Greg’s face.

With growing anxiety, Dallas watched Greg put his arm around

Samantha’s shoulders and walk her up the front steps before they

disappeared inside. “Fuck.”
I should’ve been the one to walk her

inside.
He smacked his hand on the hood of the truck, angry with himself and jealous that Greg got to be with Samantha.