DarkPrairieFire by Arthur Mitchell Read Free Book Online

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    “Well?” He said softly, slowly unbinding his belt and hooking his fingers through mine. “Was that hard enough for you?”
    My lips quirked up into a smile. “You've got the speed and the edge,” I teased. “But do you have the stamina?”
    I knew full well he did. The darkness that swept across his eyes made me wonder what I'd just gotten myself into by asking.
    “Come on,” he ordered, lifting me over his naked shoulders like a caveman.
    Ethan ignored the way I giggled and playfully beat at his back. One of his hands rubbed the backs of my thighs, caressing them with unmistakable intent.
    “Let's go upstairs and find out what your mattress is made of. If you're not worn out by morning, I'll eat my own hat.” He picked up our clothes, balancing his tall hat on his head.
    With nothing else on, we walked across the open field, teasing the stars with the same nude heat we'd soon explore on my bed.
    IV: In Deeper
    The ranch's soil had turned into a no man's land of sogginess and muck. I stepped out to another dewy morning, feeling the humidity already in the air, turning the landscape into a steamy cauldron.
    I wrinkled my nose. Combine typical farm odors with shallow ditches and a week of lengthy thunderstorms, and what do you have? An natural perfume so strong that you wonder if you've been magically transported to a swamp.
    Ducking back inside, I reached for my new boots. They went up almost to my knee, sleek and oddly endearing. Maybe that last part came from shopping for them with him.
    Ethan had taken me to the local shoe place and had me fitted. I wanted something to match his tall, dark boots. Grinning, I walked away with a pair that was tawny and feminine, lined with a small Indian purple flourish near the top.
    “How do these look?” I asked when I first put them on, twisting and twirling in the mirror.
    “Damn good,” he said with a grin. Stepping closer, he raked his short stubble across my cheek, planting his lips in my right ear. “Good enough to fuck in.”
    Remembering that moment, I stepped out into the muddy morass, consciously avoiding the biggest puddles. He hadn't ordered me to do the deed yet with the boots on, but I was ready.
    More ready than you realize, handsome. Not that I have any complaints about your service.
    The sun peeked through the grayish haze of thick gray clouds. I walked along the tracks where his pickup had gotten back onto the small dirt road, leaving well after the storms had begun to taper off just before dawn.
    It had been another late night. The kind of long, majestic darkness like rich chocolate, sweet and seemingly never ending.
    Absently, I tried to count how many times he'd made me come. But I knew there was no way of knowing – not really.
    Not when he'd bound my wrists to the headboard, spreading my legs wide with several skinny black cords he connected to the bedposts. He left me like that, more bare and open than ever before.
    When he lowered his mouth to my sex, plucking at my plush lower lips and thrumming my clit with his tongue, I expected to come like a rocket. But Ethan had something else in mind.
    I rode the wave high, bucking desperately at his mouth. Each time my hips rolled higher, the rancher moved back a little, until I was humping the very tips of his fingers and the open air.
    “What are you doing?” I hissed, exasperated at being denied my glorious climax. “Oh, come fuck me, baby! Finish what you've started to so beautifully.”
    “Not until you tell me all about your darkest desires.” He folded his large arms across his flat, naked chest, glistening with a fiery sheen of sweat in the darkness.
    Outside, a big lightning blob splintered into spears. It lit the room fully for a second, long enough to see the storm fronts swirling in his eyes.
    Shit. I guess he was really serious after all...
    The first time he'd asked me about my fantasies was after our third time together, a little over a week ago. We'd been laying in bed, happily