Struck Hard Trilogy: Book 1

Chapter 4: Busy on the Ranch

Dwayne finally opened the door and headed to his room, which looked just like Gracelynne had imagined. The dusty, ivory-painted walls had mud prints, and all his boots sat nicely on a shelf in his room. "Where's your bed, Dwayne, might I ask?" Grace questioned curiously.

"This is the spare room where I keep all my ranch stuff. All my boots, shirts I work in, and even my jeans that I can get messed up. Everything else you may be wondering about is in its place. It's in my closet; those are my clothes, not meant to be destroyed," Dwayne responded, trying not to let his "second brain" take over his wants and desires for Grace. She stood there, watching as Dwayne grabbed a red-maroon-shaded pearl snap and wrapped it like silk, cinching it across his sculpted body. Grace just knew things were going to get out of hand, and she was busy on the Callaway ranch that day. Dwayne led Grace towards the back door and almost out to the ranch pasture, but who called it, not before planting her on the wall beside the door and kissing her like he wanted to do all morning. "I just can't stand watching your ass move in those jeans and not be able to do a damn thing about it, because there just happens to be so much work on the ranch today. It's a Monday. They are my busiest days. Grace, you drive me crazy; you're mine tonight, wait. Let's go meet the rest of the family," Dwayne said, finally leading Grace out the door.

"What did he have planned tonight? Did he desire what I'd been thinking in my head all along? Did he want me the way I desired him, or was he playing? Who knows? Damn, I can still feel his hands on my ass from that kiss. Maybe he wasn't playing after all," Grace thought quietly while following Dwayne to the stalls. There were so many different shades of horse, six to be exact. A steed of two and four beautiful mares. They were shades of golden buckskin, bay, and even a very black stallion. You could say he had eyes as black as night; you couldn't even see his pupils.

"Who is this majestic beauty here?" questioned Grace.

"Grace, meet Onyx. He was my very first horse, and he belonged to my father before I was born. This next lovely beauty you see is Ishaynishus, and these four-bay mares are Millie, Magic, Misty, and she's still young, but her name is Maya." Dwayne says as he and Grace continued to complete work one by one with the goats, cows, and horses, and to Grace, the ranch didn't even look that big, well, until the work had to be done. She must have completed four miles on the ranch alone that day, but things weren't done just yet.

"Want to follow me to my favorite place of all on this whole ranch?" Dwayne quickly asked in Grace's ear quietly.

Grabbing her hand, Dwayne looped around the barn and to a loft that seemed only to be known by him. The wooden ladder leading them to the mysterious hideout seemed almost too old for them to climb; it might just break. "Coming, Grace?" Dwayne questioned her again. Looking up, she slowly took her time, afraid the ladder might break, but to her amazement, it didn't. Finally reaching the loft, Grace sat next to Dwayne, and they just talked for a while. "Why is this your favorite place, Dwayne?" Grace wondered. In response to her question, Dwayne said, "I used to come here as a child just to listen to the animals on the farm and just to get away from all the noise. I would sometimes sleep up here in the loft. It was basically like my other bedroom and, no, if you're wondering, nobody knows about this place and no girls, but you have been up here. You're the first." Grace immediately relaxed, and as time passed, they seemed to let each other in more and more than before.

Grace lay back on the hay covering the bottom of the loft and just looked up, staring at the ceiling of the barn, thinking of all the things Dwayne could've been thinking. "Why did he bring me up here? Does he know how shy I am? If he is planning on sleeping together tonight, then hell yes, maybe. What do I say if it comes up? This is so weird." Grace thought about letting her mind race.

"She was so damn beautiful, and every single inch of her body was more gorgeous than the last. I just wanted to run my fingers through her long silky brown hair, and I wanted to taste the strawberry-flavored scent of her chapstick. She was just beautiful, and she was going to be mine," Dwayne thought, taking in every bit of Grace's beauty. Dwayne caressed Grace's arm and slowly coaxed her into his kiss. Feeling her body relax under his hands, Dwayne continued to ease Grace into total submission till he completely had her wanting him. He was just about to fall into her seduction as well.

Grace's mind slipped back to that night in the shower as she felt Dwayne's hands slide over her sensitive-to-the-touch breasts, and she felt his teeth grip the edge of her mouth and pull her gently closer. The sensation of him on her body was more real than her night-shower fantasy. Gasping for breath, she felt the first buttons of her shirt come undone, and a cunning seduction easily gave in and struck hard.

Love gave in to feeling, and sensation gave in to consent. Dwayne reached the final button in the row of western chains, hiding the natural beauty that he wanted to hold. Grace stripped apart every pearl snap, hiding every etched muscle, caressing his sun-kissed tan skin while falling in love with his touch. There being only two locks left to undo, Dwayne Callaway once again fell in love with the black lace that hugged her curves, and Grace let go of her imagination and took hold of reality.

One, two, three, floor. The new Callaway flourished before their eyes. Grace knew from that moment on that this was all she had been wanting. With a look at the question for a second, consent and, in response, a silent nod in return, Grace's world exploded. Dwayne guided his thick and very large shaft between Grace's legs and forcefully pierced the veil. Grace gripped the back of her cowboy's head, a handful of dark brown locks in her fingers. Dwayne thrust forward hard once again. Grace let out a whimper just like the night in the shower, but this feeling was more real. Dwayne kissed her neck and caressed her breasts, watching her body below him beg for more. Her body needed and wanted him, every inch of him. She couldn't believe it to be true; the feeling was new.

"I can't believe this is happening. My goodness to feel him inside me. I only want more of him. To feel him against my walls and to hear him be pleasured in my ear. Wait! I just had s*x with "Mr. Dwayne Callaway," well, again." Grace couldn't believe her actions.

Dwayne thrust forward hard again, but this time even harder than the last, and he watched Grace pull into his flesh and jolt every time he moved. He could see that she only wanted more of him each time as her soft brown eyes sank more into his majestic blue. Without her, he could see he'd be nothing. There was only one thing left to do: release himself to her. Dwayne trembled with pleasure, and Grace could feel his shaft pulsing with the urge to c*m in her as though he had done many times before. Dwayne came and lay back on the grassy hay next to her. They lay there, both staring at the open canopy of the barn roof, just watching the midnight sky. Oh, how it brings them back to the memories of the field every time. I guess it was a good thing that Dwayne still owned that truck; they could always go back to those nights. Well, at least for now.

Who knew what awaited them when the future came? Would there be a new car, meaning they lost their dad's truck? Definitely not a new house, though; this house was big enough for many more kids, well, especially with the ranch. Grace didn't know what being with Dwayne meant to her. All she knew was that whatever it was, she was ready for it.