Forrest, Dawn - Sweet Water Wedding: Sharing Shannon (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (34 page)

He slowed as it seeped through his lust clouded mind that she wasn’t crying out in the throes of passion, that she sounded hurt and pissed off.

“Shannon?” He croaked as the cold hand of fear began to wrap its talons around his chest.

“Don’t you fucking move one inch,” she whimpered.

“Jesus, did I hurt you?” He stayed stock-still, his mind now suddenly crystal clear.

“James, you just rammed your nearly ten-inch cock up my ass, what the hell do you think? Why did you do that?” She gulped for air and sounded on the verge of sobbing.

“Oh, shit, honey, I’m so sorry. I don’t understand. I said that I wanted to fuck your fanny and I thought that you told me to.”

He was now on the verge of tears himself, being upset at the thought of hurting her. Though still lodged deep inside her his cock was beginning to deflate faster than a balloon in a tack factory.

“Yes, my fanny, pussy, twat, cunt, muff, vagina. Not my bloody arse!”

Cold, hard, horrible comprehension settled on him like a suffocating shroud. They had just had what could be called a ‘failure to communicate.’

“Shannon, I’m so very, very, sorry, but in American the word fanny doesn’t refer to that part of a woman’s anatomy, it simply means the ass or butt.” James’s distress was evident in his breaking voice.

“Just give me a minute.” She panted. “I’m okay now. Phew, that was a first.”

“Oh, shit—really?”

If it was at all possible he now felt worse. He had screwed up big time and could kick himself. He imaged that Luke would want to rip off his cock and beat him about the head with it, if,
when
, he found out. The first time should be done with care and very gently. It would probably be her last time after the reaming he’d just given her. He lay over her back and cuddled up close.

“Shannon, my love, I feel terrible. Is there anything I can do for you?”

* * * *

The searing cramping pain had been intense but brief. It was more the sudden and unexpected experience of having his cock crammed up her ass that had shocked her. Now that she was calming down and there was no actual pain she could begin to think clearly. She didn’t feel quite so full and guessed that he was shrinking fast.

“It was a misunderstanding, James, I know that you’d never intentionally hurt me.” She took a deep breath. “Perhaps if we go very slowly you could try it again?” Shannon didn’t want this incident to put a dampener on the wonderful two days that they had spent together and she worried that James would not easily forgive himself.

“You want to continue?” he sounded incredulous. “Hell, darlin’, I don’t think I can carry on now.”

Which was exactly what Shannon had been concerned about.

“Well now you’ve plowed the field you might as well sow it. I’ll be even more pissed off if it was for nothing.” She tried to make light of the incident. “Move on out, cowboy, but go
real
slow. Show me what you can do for me, make it worth it.” She glanced over her shoulder and gave him a reassuring smile as she wiggled her ass.

James wrapped his arm tighter around her as she pressed back against him. She felt his warm breath on her skin as he nuzzled his cheek on her shoulder and nibbled along her neck.

“Trust me; I’ll make it good for you.”

Shivers skipped down her spine and she moaned. “I do trust you.”

She felt his cock stiffen and swell again inside her. It wasn’t painful, just a new and different sensation of fullness. He snaked his arm down between her legs and skillfully attended to her clit. She moaned again in pleasure and tilted her hips as he very slowly backed up and then pressed closer in shallow, gentle pulses.

* * * *

Trust and Lust.
He could work with that. She had miraculously given him a second chance, and he wasn’t going to blow it.

“Does that feel okay, darlin’?” He murmured softly in her ear.

“Yes, it feels good.” She breathed, her voice tinged with a palpable mix of anxiety and desire.

He lifted off her back and caressed her spine, rubbing the indents at the bottom with his thumbs. His cock had reacted to her like quick drying cement and he was now hard again. He could feel the tight grasp of her sphincter and pelvic muscles as he fully occupied the space, stretching her warm, soft flesh. It was a delicious form of torture as he held himself back from release. He wanted her to come first and so reached around to play with her clit again.

“You are so beautiful, Shannon, you feel so hot and tight around me. Do you like having my cock in your ass, darlin’?” All the while he pumped gently into her, slowly increasing the degree of movement.

“Yessss,” she hissed.

He could feel her internal muscles beginning to quiver. He slipped first one finger then two into her sopping cunt and deftly found the magic sweet spot that stoked her desire. The muscular tension increased in her internal core. At the same time he continued to tease and rub her now plump clit. He could hear her breathing faster and feel her body tremble.

“Oh, James, James, I’m...ahhh.” She mewed, shrieked, and bucked, only this time in orgasmic bliss.

James held on to her hips and let her take him over as she jerked uncontrollably back and forth on his cock. His guttural cry, louder than any sound she made, resonated in the still night air, proclaiming his pleasure. He pulled her upright off her elbows and held her in a soft embrace, kissing her neck and shoulder.

Shannon looked slightly dazed, basking in the afterglow of a powerful climax, but she was still able to reach back, stroke his hair, and in a breathless voice say, “Thank you.”

He stilled. His chest burned with love and admiration for her.

“No, my love, thank
you.
Thank you for being so brave, generous, and forgiving. Now stay there while I see to this condom and get a cloth for you.”

“I can do that myself.”

He sighed, wondering how many times he was going to hear those words. “I know, but indulge me please.”

She did, then and two more times in the night.

Chapter 20

They started out early the next day after coffee and biscuits for breakfast. James had been concerned about how she was feeling, if she was sore, and would she be okay riding? She actually felt fine except for a slight tenderness centered between her buttocks and a little stiffness in her leg muscles. They sometimes stopped to check fencing and survey the land. She saw more small herds of cattle as they rode closer to the ranch. According to James, they would be back by midday.

They followed the Sweet River and Shannon felt happy and relaxed as the horses ambled along. She was entertaining thoughts of a future here in Texas and all the possibilities that were before her. She contemplated how strange it was that less than two weeks ago there was a whole different set of options; before the wedding invitation; before her fateful meeting with Luke; and before James.

“We aren’t far from Flora’s Place, Rachael’s cabin. See that stream up ahead entering the river?” He pointed.

She nodded. “Yes.”

“That runs past her cabin. We aren’t far; in fact, we are actually on her land. It’s a small fifty-acre patch surrounded on three sides by our land and by the Sweet River Ranch owned by Crossling, on the other side of the river.

Shannon thought that Rachael was very lucky to have such a beautiful place to live, although she wouldn’t be living in the cabin for much longer, after she married Joshua. She wished that she could take up Rachael’s offer to stay on a little longer at Flora’s Place. She sighed and took a good long look around her. There was another similar small stream on the other side of the river. As they drew opposite, Shannon noticed something that wasn’t quite right. When the sun shone on the water surface it reflected a slick rainbow pattern.

“James, what’s that?” She pulled her horse to a stop and tugged a pair of binoculars out of the saddlebag.

James looked in the direction she had pointed. “What?”

“The water surface, it looks like some oily residue.”

He pulled out his own binoculars and trained them on the stream. When he lowered them his face looked serious.

“It’s on Crossling’s land, but we should go and take a look. A few minutes back the way we came there’s a shallower crossing place. It’ll be better for Rug and the horses if we cross upriver of whatever that is. Let’s go.”

When they came to the stream on the other side they could see the extent of the problem. A thick, slimy oil residue clung to the banks and in the faster flowing water the oil washed out into the Sweet River.

“This isn’t good. Where the hell is it coming from?”

James shook his head. “I don’t know. The rigs we have out here are about two miles away on land we lease long term from Crossling.” He looked puzzled and worried.

“It could come from a long way away, even from underground.” Her mind was racing with a number of possible ways oil could have entered the stream. It must come from the wells because there was nothing else around.

“I don’t understand it. Something must have gone wrong.” James looked confused.

“That’s usually what happens. Technical or human error and the environment suffers.” She felt angry and disappointed and couldn’t keep the tone of accusation from her words.

James was frustratingly quiet, deep in thought.

“We have to report it.” Shannon knew that time was of the essence.

“Yeah, we need to speak to the Sweet River Authority, but I want to check something first.”

“We can’t delay. I’m sorry if it’ll get you into trouble, but the sooner it’s investigated the better.” No matter what he meant to her she couldn’t let him try to cover this up.

He looked agitated. “I’m not trying to delay, Shannon. Do you remember the tracks we saw on Crossling’s land when we were on Look Out hill? Maybe that has something to do with this. I want to check it out, but we’ll have to be careful.”

She nodded, hoping that his company wasn’t responsible for the slick.

“The tracks went into the trees not far from here. We’ll head in that direction and follow the stream. Keep your eyes and ears open.”

The land rose gently from the river as they cautiously rode inland through the trees.

About ten minutes later Rug began to growl.

“Steady, boy,” James commanded as he slid down from the saddle. “Heel.” Rug stayed close to his left leg.

Shannon also dismounted and they tied the horses to a branch. The wood seemed to thicken and she couldn’t see anything up ahead. James suddenly grabbed her arm and pulled her to a stop. He stared straight forward, his eyes narrowed, searching.

“There’s camouflage netting, up ahead.” He sounded surprised and confused.

They both instinctively turned their heads to survey the surrounding trees for any signs of life. They couldn’t see or hear anything.

“We’ll take a look. Stay sharp, just in case.”

Just in case of what?
She began to feel apprehensive but desperately wanted to find the source of that oil leak.

Suddenly there was a rustling and squealing noise as a wild hog broke from the cover of a bush. Shannon let out a pathetic little yelp of surprise and immediately felt embarrassed. Rug loudly yapped with joy and lurched off to give chase.

“Damn that mutt. Hogs are his only downfall,” James cursed. “At least he’s out of the way.”