Midnight Roots (Silver Creek Ranch)

Chapter Eighteen

Heston

When I get home and walk in, I hear cries coming from upstairs. I walk up and into the spare bedroom to find that Tessa couldn't remain standing on her tiptoes. The large stone has penetrated her pussy. There is blood dribbling down her leg. I walk up to her and tilt her head. "If you get back on your tiptoes, I'll move it."

She shakes her head. "I can't."

"Then suffer," I say, walking toward the door.

She just cries as I shut the door behind me. I'm going to have to do something about her if Dillon is going to come over.

I get to work on the ranch. Tessa is too weak to be useful at this point. I get my chores done, and then I head inside to shower. I smell of sweat and animals, but once I'm in the shower, I smell like the forest-scented bar soap that I have. I splash on some aftershave and dress in my neatest jeans and plaid shirt before I pull on my ball cap. Then I take it off. Do I wear it? Do I not? We're going to be staying indoors, and it is night. I set it down on the nightstand.

I check the time and decide that since we're meeting so late it's probably best to eat before I go. It's not like I can't eat more if she cooks. Although I'm personally hoping I get to eat her up.

I make a sandwich and eat it before I dust myself off and head out to my truck. On the drive there, I try to think of things I can talk to her about if she wants to talk. I don't mind the sound of her voice. It's sweet like honey, and it drives me wild .

Once I pull up to her apartment, I park, and I walk up to her door, knocking on it gently. "Dillon?"

"Come in," she calls.

I try the door and find it unlocked. "You shouldn't leave your door unlocked. It's dang..." My sentence and thoughts trail off as I walk in and see her in a bathrobe. "Oh, are you not ready yet? I can wait outside."

"I'm ready," she says. She undoes the bathrobe and drops it to the floor.

My mouth drops open, and I shut and lock the door behind me. "Oh, well, you look edible."

"Then eat me," she says seductively.

I don't have to be told twice. I cross the space between us and kiss her hungrily. She melts in my arms, and I walk her back to her bed. She drops down onto it and scoots backward. I unbutton my shirt and toss it to the side. I kick off my shoes and then my jeans, climbing onto the bed and settling between her legs with my body. I kiss her softly.

"What did I do to deserve this?" I murmur against her lips.

"Maybe it's my way of making sure you come back for more," she says.

"I'll never let you go," I comment.

I kiss her again and bring my hands up to massage her breasts. She reaches behind her and undoes the clasp. She slides out her bra and tosses it aside. I instantly envelop her nipple in my mouth. I suck on it like a teat. I switch to the other one while my fingers play with the one I've just left. Her nipples are stiff with arousal, and so am I. I can feel my dick straining in my boxers. I kiss down her stomach and hook my fingers into her panties, bringing them down and sliding them off.

I settle between her thighs and kiss them softly. Then I do what I've wanted to do all day. I slide my tongue slowly through her folds, tasting her sex. It's even better than I imagined. She tastes delicious. I slide my tongue through her folds again, and then I suck on her clit.

I roll my tongue over and around her clit again and again, and suddenly, I feel her hand gripping my hair. I smirk and continue to do it. She starts to cry out, and I stop for a moment to slide my tongue into her pussy itself. Lapping up her juices, I can't believe how amazing she tastes. I go back to working on her clit.

"Right there," she groans.

I don't even notice how long it takes. I keep it up. Listening to her groans and feeling her squirm underneath me makes me feel so powerful. When she cums I continue to suck her clit through it, and she tries to buck her hips, but I hold her in place. Once she's through it, I get up and nudge her. "Turn over."

She doesn't even hesitate. She flips over onto all fours, sticking her ass up in the air. I smile and pull my boxers down and off, tossing them aside. I rub my dick between her folds to lubricate it before I push into her deeply. She groans out. "That's it. Don't hold back."

I grab onto her hips and start moving my hips hard. The sound of flesh slapping on flesh fills the air. Dillon begins to cry out with every thrust that I thrust into her. I reach around her and grab her breasts, tweaking her nipples and massaging them as best I can at the angle we're at.

She sits up slightly so I can reach better, and I groan. "You're so tight."

"You're so thick," she groans back .

I continue to move, gripping her breasts harder. I slide one hand down her body and finger her clit as I move.

"Oh God," she cries out. "Yes! Yes! Yes."

I can feel her pussy tighten around my erection, and I bury myself deep inside of her as I cum hard. She collapsed on the bed in front of me as I pull out of her. I lay down next to her, stroking her back gently.

She slides an arm around my middle and strokes my abdomen. "Stay the night."

"I can't. I got work in the morning," I say quietly, stroking her arm.

"I have work, too. We can both get up early. Spend the night with me." She yawns and turns on her side to face me. She looks beautiful, glistening with sweat from our workout, naked in bed next to me. I couldn't picture a more perfect sight .

I get up reluctantly. "Not yet. We're not there yet." I grab my boxers and pull them on. She sits up and hugs her knees, and I smile, leaning down to kiss her forehead. "We'll get there, I promise."

"I hope so. I like spending time with you. I hope you're not going to disappear on me again tomorrow," she says.

"No, I won't," I say. "Work should be fine tomorrow."

I stroke her face gently. "Sleep. I'll see you tomorrow at work."

She smiles and falls back into bed. "If you insist."

I gather my clothes and get dressed before I kiss her goodnight and leave, locking the door behind me.

On the drive home, I think about how beautiful she is, how perfect she is. Maybe it's time I invite her over to the ranchhouse for a proper tour. She'll see she has a place in my simple life. We can be simple together. Humble together.

Perfect together.