Done and Dusted: A Rebel Blue Ranch Novel

I woke up to the sun streaming through my window. It took me a minute to realize the weight draped over my waist was a human arm. It took another minute for me to remember who it belonged to.

I slept with Luke Brooks.

And it was fucking incredible.

He must’ve felt me stir, because his arm tightened around me before he kissed the back of my neck.

“Good morning, sugar,” he said. Damn, his morning voice was definitely the hottest of all his voices.

“Good morning,” I responded as I turned my neck just enough for him to give me a sweet good morning kiss. “Did you sleep okay?”

“Like a rock. You?”

“I slept okay, but I had this huge cowboy wrapped around me.”

“That so?” He continued to kiss at my neck, and the hand at my waist started rubbing circles up to my ribcage.

“Yeah,” I replied. “It was like sleeping in the same bed as a boa constrictor.” I felt his chest move against my back with a small chuckle.

“Must be one needy cowboy,” he said. He moved his circles under the tank top I’d put on before bed. They were larger now, going over my ribcage, to just under my breasts, and rounding out right above the front of my panties before going back to my waist and starting again.

And he had called me a tease?

His kisses traveled from the back of my neck to my ear, and I could feel him hardening behind me. “You really are a needy cowboy,” I breathed, getting more turned on by the second.

“Says the woman who’s pushing her ass against my cock at seven in the morning.”NôvelDrama.Org is the owner.

“You started it,” I retorted.

“I plan to finish it, too.” God, his voice. I should make him read a scene out loud from one of the books Teddy and I read last month. He continued his slow and frustrating circles, getting closer and closer to where I wanted him.

After what felt like an eternity, his pinky finally dipped below the waistline of my panties, but his hand kept moving.

Two could play that game.

I arched my back and pushed my backside into his hardness. He groaned. Good.

This time, when his circle made its way back to my panties, his hand dipped inside, and stayed there.

“You’re already so wet for me.” He started to toy with my clit. “So fucking wet.” Two of his fingers dipped inside me, but he kept his palm against my clit so I could feel the friction as his fingers moved in and out.

My hips started moving of their own volition, and he started to grind harder against my ass. Fuck. I was already aching for release.

“That’s right, sugar. Ride my fucking hand.”

I moaned. “Luke, I need you inside of me.”

“Beg for me again, sugar.”

The effect he had on me was almost embarrassing. I would beg for him as much as he wanted.

“Inside of me, please.”

“Fuck, you beg so pretty. I could get off on just that.”

He pulled his hand out of my panties, and I hated the loss. He put some space between us, but only for enough time for him to get his briefs off. I slid my underwear off at the same time. A second later, his front was pressed against my back, one of his arms moved under me and grabbed my breast. I could feel his hard cock against me. He trailed his fingers down my spine, leaving fire and goosebumps in their wake, then over my ass and between my legs from behind. He lifted my leg and snaked his arm under my bent knee.

“Can I fuck you like this, baby?”

“You can fuck me any way you want.” I was very serious about that.

He guided himself inside me from behind, slowly. It’d been less than five hours since we last did this, and it felt like too long.

“God, I can’t believe you let me fuck this pussy bare.” This man and his dirty mouth. He started to move behind me, and the arm that was holding my leg came to stroke my clit.

He fucked me and stroked me in tandem, his fingers and his cock working in sync to bring me to oblivion. I didn’t know which way was up or down. All I knew was I never wanted this to end.

“Yes, Luke. Oh, god. Yes,” I whimpered.

“You like the way I fill you?”

“Yes. Yes.” When he was inside me, one syllable words were my only option. My whole body started to clench while Luke pounded into me. I let out a cry.

“That’s right, Emmy. Take my cock. Take it every time. It’s yours as long as you want it.” I was so close. So fucking close, and he knew. “Tell me what you need, sugar. Tell me what you need and it’s yours.”

I moved one of my hands to rest on top of his hand that was stroking my clit. I pushed down, applying more pressure, and started grinding my hips against him for more friction. “Fuck, Emmy.”

Both of our movements were becoming more and more frantic. Luke’s words devolved into moans, and I came apart. I felt him stiffen behind me, but he kept his fingers on my clit and stroked me through my orgasm, wave after wave.

After a few minutes, we both came down from our high. Luke clung to me. Our bodies were sticky with sweat. I turned to face him. He had a lazy smile on his face that made me want to jump his bones…again.

Luke lifted his hand to my face and tucked my hair behind my ears. “You are something else, Emmy Ryder.” His eyes were soft, content. Like he could stay here with me all day. The way he was looking at me turned my heart upside down.

If I wasn’t careful, I could fall head over heels for this man before I even knew what was happening.

We were jolted out of our bubble by a knock at my cabin door. Why were people always fucking knocking?

“Emmy? Are you awake?” It was Wes’s voice. Shit. Shit. Shit. Both Luke and I looked at each other like deer in the headlights. “Emmy?” Wes called again.

I snapped into action, throwing the comforter off of me and bolting out of bed. Luke was right behind me. I found a t-shirt on the ground and pulled it over my head, along with a pair of pajama shorts. “Hide in the bathroom. Now,” I said to Luke as he was doing that little jump thing to get his jeans all the way on.

Everything he did was hot.

I started toward the door. “Hey,” Luke whisper-yelled. I turned back toward him and he came up to me, giving me a quick peck on the lips before flashing me a smile that turned my heart into a puddle at my feet. “Okay, you can answer the door now.”

It took a second for me to remember what he was talking about. Oh yeah, my brother was at the door.

“One sec!” I called. I waited until I heard my bathroom door click before swinging the front door open.

“Good morning, sunshine,” Wes said with a hint of sarcasm while taking in my appearance. Shit. I hadn’t even looked in a mirror. I probably looked like some sex-crazed heathen. “Long night?”

“Why do you say that?” I hoped my voice was even.

“Because you look like you just rolled out of bed, and your hair is a mess. Like, more of a mess than usual.”

“Oh, yeah. I didn’t sleep a lot last night.” That was the understatement of the century.

“Looks like it. I’ve been trying to call you.”

Whoops. “I forgot to plug my phone in last night. What’s up?”

“Three of our ranch hands caught a stomach bug, and I’ve got a shit-ton of broken fence on the south side of the ranch. Mind helping your favorite brother out?”

I hadn’t been over that way since I’d been home. “Sure. It’s Teddy’s birthday, though, so you’re not roping me into anything else.”

Wes put his hand over his heart. “I swear. I would never get in the way of Teddy and her birthday.” He’d known Teddy long enough to know her birthday might as well be a national holiday.

“Okay. Let me get dressed, and I’ll meet you at the stables.” Translation: please leave so I can sneak one of your friends out of my cabin without anyone seeing.

“‘Kay. I’m going to go down there and see if Brooks can help, too.”

My heart dropped. “Oh, is he down there?” I asked. Neutrally, I hoped.

“Well, his truck is at the Big House, so he must’ve got here early. He’s normally not here on Fridays, so gotta take advantage of it while I can.”

Oh god. Luke’s truck. We left his truck up there for my family, who all literally wake up at 4:00 AM because they’re ranchers, to see.

“Got it. See you down there?”

“Yeah. Thanks, Em.”

I gave him a mock salute before shutting my door and resting my back against it.

What a fucking morning.

Luke poked his head out my bathroom door.

“All clear?” he asked.

“All clear.” He walked toward me and wrapped his arms around my waist. How did he smell so good in the morning? Like spearmint and…man. I wanted to bottle it.

“We should talk about that,” Luke remarked.

“Talk about what?” I asked, even though I knew what was coming.

“Your brother. Your brothers.”

“What about them?”

“If we’re going to do this, I don’t want to hide from them, Emmy.” The feeling in his voice kicked me in the back of my knees and made me feel unsteady. “I’ve been people’s dirty little secret before, and I didn’t care because I didn’t care about them, but I care about you.” His voice was firm, but still soft and kind. I didn’t want him to be my secret, but I didn’t even know what this was yet.

I needed a second.

“I understand. Just give me a little more time, okay?” Luke’s face fell slightly, and a knife in the hand probably would’ve hurt less than watching that happen. We regarded each other in silence for a while. I watched his mind work through what he wanted to say.

Finally, he said, “Okay, but we’re going to talk about this again.”

That was the best response I could’ve gotten.

“Okay.” I pushed up on my toes and kissed him. “You should get going. You’ve gotta figure out why your truck’s here but you’re not at the stables, and I’ve got fences to mend.”

“Thanks for the reminder. I’ll talk to you later?”

“Yeah.”

He kissed me again. It was so easy to get carried away with him.

Luke pulled away and pressed his forehead against mine. “Before I go, I need something from you.”

“What’s that?” I asked, secretly hoping it was something dirty.

“My shirt.”