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The orchard is split in half by a creek big enough to let the horses walk around in, but only about a foot or so deep. When we get to the edge of it, I get down and tie Memphis up to the nearby post. I help Blair down off Diamond and she ties her up with Memphis.

“We’ll let them take a break, and you can see the orchard,” I say, taking her hand and leading her up to the grove of fruit trees.

“It smells so sweet,” she says, inhaling the scent of peach blossoms and ripening fruit.

I bring her wrist to my mouth and kiss it before running my nose across it. “It sure does.”

There’s a heat building between us, and I don’t know how much longer I can hold it back. I lead her to the middle of the trees so we’re surrounded on all sides.

“I needed to bring you here,” I say as I stop and slowly pull her into my arms.

“Why?” she says, and her breathing is a little quick.

“I wanted to know if your pussy tasted as sweet as a summer peach,” I say, pressing her back against the tree.

“What?” she asks as her cheeks turn bright red.

“You heard me,” I say, moving my lips to her neck. My hands move down her body and to the waist of her jeans. “Does it, Blair?”

“I-um-I,” she stammers as I unbutton her jeans and slowly open them.

I kiss my way down her neck as she leans back against the tree, and I kneel down in front of her. She doesn’t protest. She only watches me.

“Have you ever had a man between your legs?” I ask as I pull her jeans off her hips and down her thighs. I leave them bunched up around her ankles and then reach for her panties. “Tell me, Cricket. Do you want me to taste you and find out?” I slide my hands slowly up her thighs and to the edge of her white cotton panties. “How about you just tell me to stop if you don’t like it?”

“Ryker,” she whispers as her hands go to my shoulders.

“That ain’t a no, baby girl,” I chuckle as I pull her panties down and reveal her pink little pussy. “Fuck, look how pretty you are.”

I lean forward and place a kiss on her lips, and her body tenses.

“Shhh, just relax, Cricket. I know what will make you feel good.”

Gripping her hips, I pull them towards me as her shoulders lean back against the tree. I push her thighs apart as far as they’ll go and then run my tongue up and down the slit of her pussy lips. I can taste her already, and she’s better than any peach I’ve ever had. This whole goddamn grove can’t compare to the sugary pussy I’ve got in front of me.

“So much sweeter,” I say against her pussy as I run my tongue between her lips and lick her clit.

My hands move around to her ass and I pull her as close to my face as humanly possible. I smother myself with her creamy little cunt and nearly lose my mind when she moans out my name.

I don’t dare take my face from between her legs to tell her how much I like it. Instead, I feel her fingers gripping my hair and holding me closer as I lick and lick and lick.

“I can’t, it’s—it’s too much,” she moans, but I don’t let up.

I’ve got her pinned against the tree with her jeans around her ankles and my face buried between her legs. She’s going to cum on me, right out here in this orchard, and make me a goddamn king.

“Ryker!” she shouts, and I smile against her pussy as her legs shake and her hips jerk.

She cums hard. It’s more beautiful than I could have ever imagined. She’s loud and doesn’t hold back as her pussy juice runs down her thighs and I lick it up.

It’s raw and I can tell by her reaction that she’s never had one before. Did she think I would ever let her go after giving me this gift? It would be impossible before, but it’s laughable now.

She just cemented our forever.





Chapter 12





Blair





We ride in silence back the way we came. My body is still tingling all over. I can’t get over what I let him do to me in the orchard. I kept telling myself I didn’t have a choice, that I was his captive and he could do with me as he wanted. But even I know that wasn’t true. If I had said stop, then I know it would have ended. It’s messing with my mind how much the idea of being under his control is turning me on. The fantasy became real as he got down on his knees and took from me what I’d never given to someone else. Now it belongs only to him. I have a feeling he intends to make sure that it stays that way.

I lick my lips, tasting the kiss he gave me after he made me orgasm. I peek over at him, and of course he’s staring at me. He’s got a smile on his face. He looks like the cat that ate the canary. I guess I’m the canary in this situation, and the thought of what he did to me makes my face burst into flames. I pull my eyes away from him and focus on the barn. I keep forgetting that I’m his captive and not his lover out on the most romantic date I’ve ever had.

Ryker is so smug. I didn’t tell him to stop, so I’m sure in his mind it’s a small victory. In mine I don’t know what to think about it. I’m chalking it up to Stockholm syndrome. Though I think that takes time to develop. But maybe I’m just a fast learner?

I have no idea what I’m feeling or what I’m even doing. He’d told me to tell him to stop and I didn’t. In fact, if he would’ve stopped I might have begged him not to stop. I’ve never felt the way he makes me feel. Which is utterly crazy, because he’s crazy. At least I'm pretty sure he is. Besides wanting to keep me captive and never letting me go, he seems utterly perfect. Too perfect, to be honest. Didn’t I think Fritz was perfect, too? That didn't turn out so well for me.