Erotica- Forever His/ Spanking Read Free Page B

sometimes and over the long years of her life Teri had been with many men and suffered through many “trials.” Being around Seth, with his moodiness and his keeping a distance from her, had her at wit’s end. She’d been at the Double S Ranch for just over two weeks now. She thought about moving on every day, but didn’t. He’d told her she could have his battered, old ranch truck when she left. But, though he avoided her as much as possible, he hadn’t pushed her about going. Actually, she thought he liked having her at the ranch, but he would never admit it.
    Teri sat next to him in the big new dual-cab truck he’d recently bought and tried to enjoy the ride back from town. The rolling hills with its tall grass that blew gently in the almost constant breeze usually soothed her. She hadn’t been around cattle and horses much in a long time, but Seth’s ranch had a lot of both.  She liked seeing them roaming the hills of his 7,000 acres, liked them at a safe distance. Today, though, even the scenery couldn’t settle her nerves.
    Seth was upset with her. Again.
    Never had she been around a man who could be so volatile, at least around her. With his men, he was the clear leader; confident in everything he did, and all of the dozen cowboys working at the ranch respected him. One of the men, though, made her nervous sometimes: Walker Fremont, the foreman. She felt something dark and dangerous about him. He held secrets inside him, just as she knew Seth did. He kept his distance from her most of the time…from the other men too. The one exception was Seth. The big man was fiercely protective of his boss, although she couldn’t imagine Seth ever needing protection.
    She glanced sideways at Seth and then quietly huffed. With her, he expected obedience to his every order. His word was law. Period. About everything from when he expected meals to be ready to when the laundry needed to be done. He didn’t like excuses or her attempts to be a little less rigid with the daily schedule. They’d gone nose to nose a few times and she wasn’t sure how many more rounds of his temper she would survive without paying some kind of price. She’d seen the strain of holding back in his eyes, in the way his jaw tightened, and in the way he flexed his hands. Still, as angry as he got with her, she wasn’t afraid of him.
    The silence was thick between them. Maybe she should be worried about what might happen when they got back to the house. Again, she didn’t fear him, not even facing a possible blow-up of his tightly-held temper. No, what she feared more than his emotional outburst was her growing reactions to the man himself. She cleaned the house according to his instruction, but she never made up his bed other than to change the sheets once a week. He saw no sense in straightening the covers every morning when he would just be crawling under them that night. She was okay with that little quirk of his. Changing the sheets was hard enough on her. His scent did strange things to her, made her desire him with an almost desperate ache. Battling her near-constant arousal when he was around kept her on edge. At times she wondered if that wasn’t part of his problem with her, that he felt attracted to her and didn’t want to acknowledge it in any way.
    Jarring her from her musings, he pulled into the driveway of the sprawling, two-story log house and killed the engine. Tension radiated from him.  As he turned to look at her, his dark chocolate eyes mirrored frustration. “We’re going to settle a few matters,” he gritted out. “You’re not going to like it.”
    Her heart pounded at his warning. So this would be the first explosion. It unnerved her a bit, but she’d known he couldn’t hold his irritation inside much longer.  For a second, she considered asking him for the keys to the old truck and grabbing her stuff to head on down the road. She’d missed her assignment at the fair, but there was always another job to land.