Weston Ranch, Fisher's Story (3 page)

Chapter Two

Claire turned the
Land Rover
down the winding road that would lead to Fisher's
house
. She needed to talk to him
abo
ut the land.
She was hoping
he wasn't going to be an
ass
to her like he
was earlier
.
Mrs. Weston had
gleefully informed her
that
her
husband
was
officially retired
from the ranching
business. S
he would have to talk to Fisher, who
now
owned the
land
that she might want
.
What a mess.
She was on
the phone for the last hour. N
o one else had the acreag
e that she needed for her camp, at least not any
land
close by.
Fisher was the only hope if she wanted to stay in town.

She had one night with him,
and
it is going to come back to haunt her with a vengeance. Well two nights, but she
didn't
remember the first one. Only t
hat she woke up in her panties and bra
in his bed with a splitting headache.
She recalled the
sick
shame
she felt that morning waking up in a strange place and
practically
naked in a stranger
’
s be
d.
Then,
she threw on the closest
piece of clothing and walked out of the room to find Fisher was the person that she slept with.

On
o
ne hand
,
she
was
relieved
. O
ne the other
hand
,
she
was outraged
. From what Fisher knew, she was dating
Asher
. Just knowing
he would
willingly
take
a
brother
's
girl
friend
to
bed
,
made her lose all
respect
she had for him, not to mention
,
she lost respect for herself.
S
he
wanted
him before she left for college
,
and
he ga
ve
her
the perfect
opportunity
that weekend.
She though
t he would realize
he felt something for her, but after the second
round
in bed, he rolled over, got up, threw her a towel and left her there
, alone
. The sickness
she had
felt at
being used
and that she allowed
it
was too much. Hell
,
she went half way across the country to get away from it.
S
ix years
later,
he was still just as cold and
remote
as that day.
She never saw him since, just knew that he went to New York and started up a software company that was now worth millions.

She
shook her head and got out of the vehicle. She
hastily
made her way to the front porch, her heart beating furiously in her chest. Do not turn around. Just ask and be done with it. She chanted in her head.
Fisher was already opening up the front door
before she touched the doorbell
. The
place
hadn't
changed much, other than the two hundred pound male staring down
at her
.
He was still
gorgeous
. Tan and built from
ranch
life. Jet black hair tousled from whatever he was doing, dark green eyes drilling in to her
, a
faint
stubble marking his face.
She
wanted to
jump him right
t
here in the
open
, regardless of who would see
.

“I hope
you
have a
legitimate
rea
son to be
here
Claire. I’m
busy
,
"
h
e said
,
frowning
at her, tight-lipped.

She noticed that he stepped out
wards
, not bothering to
invite
her
inside
.

“I wanted to talk to you about some of the land you had to sell
,
”
s
he said
cautiously
.

"You want what?"
A flicker of surprise flashed in his eyes.

"I want to buy fifty
acres
of land
,
"
s
he sa
id again, faster this time.

He hesitated before saying,
"No."

"Why not,
i
t’s
for sale right?" She pointed out the
obvious
.

"I am not selling my
land
to a little girl who wants to play house."
Fisher crossed his arms
defiantly.

Who was he calling a
little girl? She was twenty seven
years old and had a
degree
in Special Educatio
n. She had waited a
long
time
for
this
to come together
,
and she
wasn't
about to walk away now.
She was too damn
temperamental
, which she was
having
a hard time keeping in check
,
looking at Fisher's smug
look
.
She knew
she should have brought this up when he was at her house earlier, surrounded by other people, specially other family members that would have an
input on her idea. She knew
he now owned the ranch and the
land
that she wanted to
buy
. It would have been too easy to
b
uy
it
from his dad.

"Why?"
She asked again
.

"I just told
you
,
Claire.
Are
y
ou
losing your hearing?"

"Damn it Fisher.
Don't
do this.
You
would
sell
this
land
to anyone
else in a heartbeat, but not me,
"
s
he said, anger filling her voice.
She could feel herself start to
shake
.

"You
'
r
e
wrong
,
sweetheart
. I
wouldn't
sell it to your sisters either. Look
,
go find another piece of land.
I
want
someone who will actually put it to
proper
use, not yo
u, who just wants to look at it,
"
h
e drawled out.

"
How dare
you
!
You
don’t
even know me
,
"
s
he
bit out
.

"I know you well enough
,
and
what I
do
know of you
,
I
don't
like."
His smugness was grating on her temper.
Claire
couldn’t
take his smug
look
any longer.

Fisher saw the
slap
coming a second before it connected with his face.
He
knew he
deserved
it
, but it still pissed him off.
Two days
home
and she was already pissing him off. This is the last thing he need
ed
.

"Look Claire.
I deserved that,
but enough. I am not selling
my
land
t
o
you
. Get used to it
. Now
,
you
need
to
leave
,
"
Fisher was rubbing the left side of his face. She was a
little
fire cracker.
Fisher swore as
his dick
was
getting harder
, but he didn’t dare to look down
to see if it was noticeable
.

"I am n
ot going anywhere until we talk.
"
S
he
pushed her way
into the
house
as he tried to make the
hint
to
leave
clear
by shutting her out
.

"Sure babe. If
you
want to continue the
conversation, follow me in the shower. W
e can
finish
talking there,
"
Fisher was too far gone.
I
f she
was foolish enough to follow him into the shower
,
the
he would
be foolish enough to
take her
in the shower
.

Claire
hesitate
d. W
aiting and then taking a deep breath
,
she started unbuttoning her shirt.

"What the hell are you doing
?"
He snapped, trying to
make
her actions into some sort of sense.

"I am following
you
in the shower,
"
s
he said.

Fisher stopped short, wondering how far she was willing to take his
bluff
.

"Okay then,
let's
get naked," h
e started unzip
ping his pants. He waited for her to
stop, but she threw her blouse in his face. Left in a
snug
white
tank top and
hip-hugging
jeans, she started working on her belt.
He
was transfixed
, praying she was going to take her jeans off. He was already imagining her
long, slim
legs wrapped around his waist.

"What? I am not a little girl anymore Fisher. Stop l
ooking like an outraged virgin,” she said, not looking at him, a blush spreading from her face, down to her chest.

He
wa
s actually enjoying knocking her
off balance.
Fisher
took off
his shirt and his pants unzipped
, barely holding themselves
up
. He was
waiting
for her to make the next move
. She stared out him. With nothing left to lose, he took off his pants. The
black silk
boxers he wore held little back.
Claire was
staring
at his engorged cock
,
and she was making him lose his ever loving
mind
.

"
Damn it!
Claire
,
I have a date tonight.
I
can't
deal with
you
right now.
"
H
e needed to be well away from her while he stood a semblance of a chance.