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"No." That was all she wanted, to get him to sell that piece of land the loan shark wanted so Grams could keep her house. She couldn't guess what Daniel's end game might be, though.

"Oh." Her hand flew to her mouth. "I gotta work three shifts at the restaurant this weekend, and I'll need a ride there and back." She glanced around, remembering all the things King told her to offer this man. "This room's okay, but the rest of the house could use a decent cleanin'. And I'm a good cook." Cynda held her breath, praying he really did want her to stay. Grams was going to catch on if she was going back and forth, and Cynda had no plans to let her grandmother know what she'd had to do to straighten out the mess with King.

His laughter startled her. "Real estate sales aren't paying the bills?"

She shook her head, suddenly embarrassed by her menial job and the way she had to deceive him. "I was a kindergarten assistant, but the school district cut out those jobs."

"Remind me to complain to Lila about that."

"Who?"

He laughed again. "My youngest brother's woman. From what I hear, Lila's had her way with the school district more than once."

That was the second time he'd mentioned a brother, Cynda realized. "Do your brothers own the land too?" she asked, suddenly concerned she might have to play this game with more than one man.

"My father left the land to me." His eyes narrowed. "I'm sure you studied why when you took your real estate courses."

"Oh, of course. Yes," she hurried to lie.

"How old are you?" he demanded.

"Twenty-six."

"You don't look twenty-six. Any kids?"

"No."

His eyes narrowed as if he thought she'd lied, but she held her tongue.
This is it, he'll either decide to let me stay or kick me out.
Her heart hammered. She wasn't sure what she could actually accomplish by staying here, other than persuading him to talk to King, but she knew what would happen if he kicked her out. Grams would lose her home. Cynda knew she'd find a second job and get them a cheap apartment, but Grams' pride would never recover if she got thrown out of her house.

"Okay," he stated, unlacing his fingers and straightening in his seat. Picking up a pen, he began to write on a piece of paper lying on the inlaid leather top. "You'll call me Daniel. Not Dan, not Danny, not any other cute nickname you can think of. 'Yes, Daniel,' at all times."

He seemed to take for granted she'd never say no.

"You'll wear what I choose, the way I want you to wear it, or wear nothing, if that's my choice. No debate. If you have time to get any of this cleaning you speak of done, then I'll pay you for that, but know it's not my priority. I can hire anyone to clean house. No cell phone. If you have one tucked away somewhere, turn it off and leave it off. I listen to four damn phones ring all day at the garage and I don't want to hear it when I get home.
No
is not a word you're allowed to use about anything sexual. I'd rather not hear it at all. I'll touch you when, where, and how I please. I prefer anal sex over vaginal, and I want oral performed a specific way, which I'll teach you. If any of that's off the table, I'll give you back your clothes and drive you to wherever you want to go right now."

His terms sounded just like every other man she'd ever heard tell of. Success made her almost giddy. He was letting her stay. Just a couple of hours ago, tied to his bumper in the dark, talking her way into this house had seemed an impossibility.

"Okay."

"Come here and let me take off that damn collar, and sign your name to this contract."

Cynda couldn't move fast enough. He dispatched this buckle as fast as he had the ones on her shoes, dropping the collar on his desk with a look of distaste. She bent to sign her name on the line he drew beneath his careless scrawl.

"How much is your commission?" he asked, sliding his hand lightly over the swell of her ass.

"Nineteen thousand dollars," she murmured, focused suddenly on the way her pussy was growing wet as his strong hand stirred the embers of the fire he'd lit with his spanking. There was something about signing a contract stating she couldn't refuse his touch that made the contact all the more exciting. Even if her butt did still hurt, her pussy hadn't forgotten the waves of pleasure he'd invoked. She laid the pen carefully on his desk, sure he'd order her to take off the dress. He hadn't gotten off, after all.

"It hailed the other day, so I have some chores to do around the place. I'll take you on a tour of the land you think I need to get rid of. After we rustle up some breakfast." He grinned at her. "And by 'we', I mean you."

His unexpected statement made her laugh. He confused her, but deep down Cynda was sure this man was no different than any other man she'd ever known, unless he was perhaps more honest.

She was a bit startled when he used some clothespins to pin the back of her dress up so he could look at her ass. She made fried eggs and toast on his big stove while he sat at the table and drank coffee, but she was beginning to enjoy this game.

Chapter Five

 

She started toward his truck. "Where are you going?" Dan asked, reaching out to grab her hand. He'd kept quiet during breakfast, studying her. To his relief, Cynda hadn't said a word. He still hadn't figured out why he was letting her stay, unless it was to prove why he deserved to be alone. She had to know he had no intention of selling Brian Case his land. It pissed him off to think the dodgy realtor might've told her otherwise. Either way, she'd signed her body over to him for two weeks for nothing. He was still sure she'd bolt before long, but at least he had proof she'd volunteered for what might happen between them.

"You said you were going to show me your land, right?"

"You'll see it better from the tractor. Besides, I have to do a couple of things up at the camp." He tugged at her hand, leading her toward the barn. She pulled up short and yelped.

He saw right away what'd happened. Entranced by the way her dark skin showed through the thin cotton dress, he'd forgotten she was barefoot. She'd stepped on a rock. Now that he'd finally gotten his mind off his cock, he didn't want to take her back in the house to hunt a pair of shoes. He leaned down, dropping the bag he'd packed so he could slide his arm under her legs. Her arms went around his neck.

Maybe getting shoes would've been a better idea. She smelled like sex and bacon. Under that, the natural scent of her body seemed musky and wild to him, unlike any other woman's. The enticing fragrance went straight to his cock.

I should've jacked off upstairs when I went to the damn attic
, he thought in frustration. He wasn't ready to fuck her. Sitting her on the big metal fender over the rear tractor wheel, Dan lifted her foot. The small rock still clung to the pink skin, embedded in her heel. "Little rocks are the worst," he stated with authority, having stepped on many. He brushed it off, massaging the spot while thinking how badly he hated the polish on her toes. She looked like an angel in that chemise or nightgown or whatever it was called, but the garish enamel spoiled the effect.

"Be right back," he muttered.

The barn held his workbench. Dan grabbed a rag and the can of acetone he used to clean paintbrushes. Back under the lean-to, he doused the rag with the chemical. "I'm taking this God-awful polish off your nails." He started with her toes, scrubbing energetically at the offensive paint.

He thought she might have called him an opinionated motherfucker under her breath, but he didn't give a damn. When he poured more fluid on the rag, she snatched the skirt out of the way. "Careful, don't splash that stuff on it."

Dan looked at her in surprise. "You like it?"

She ran her hands over the bodice, looking at the fancy stitching rather than at him. "Yes, Daniel."

Unsure why that pleased him so, he concentrated on scrubbing her toes. The acetone dissolved the polish rapidly, to his satisfaction.

"What's that sound?" she asked.

Dan raised his head, still holding her foot while he listened. He heard a low whine and smiled. "Daisy might be having her pups."

Something made him look at her. Her eyes were animated, and her smile took his breath. "I love puppies," she breathed, tugging her foot out of his hand. "Let's go see 'em."

"One thing at a time." But he had to smile back at her while he took the polish off her fingernails. She was practically bouncing with excitement.

They found Daisy curled in the hay he'd put out for her at the back of the shed. Dan squatted, rubbing her silky head. "Hey girl," he crooned. "Brought someone to meet you and your babies." He turned to Cynda, who'd apparently forgotten how much she liked the dress, since she was kneeling in the hay. "Daisy can't see very well these days. Let her sniff your hand first, then pet her. She might growl," he warned, but Daisy seemed okay. Cynda petted the old English Setter's head. He tensed. Daisy could be snappish in labor, and she was protective of a new litter for the first couple of weeks.

"Cataracts, like my grams," Cynda whispered, noticing Daisy's white-glazed eyes. "She's beautiful. Hello, Daisy girl, are we being rude to visit while you're birthin'? Such a pretty girl."

Dan was trying to see the pups. He moved Daisy's back leg aside and saw one nursing babe. "Just one so far, girl?" Daisy had done a good job cleaning it up and the pup was suckling eagerly. "We'll leave you be for now. Hope to see a few more when we get back."

He left Cynda kneeling beside Daisy. Crossing the backyard, he grabbed the stainless bowl and filled it with fresh water from the garden hose. By the time he returned, Cynda was stroking the pup's faintly-spotted back and fondling its one black ear.

Dan placed the water bowl where Daisy could reach it and held his hand out to Cynda. "You must be special. She usually dislikes women. C'mon, day's not getting any younger."

She let him pull her to her feet, but still stared at the pup, which was pushing at the hay with splayed back feet, trying to get closer to Daisy. "How long till we can hold it?" she whispered. It was dim at the back of the shed, but her brown eyes were alight.

He felt like a damn fool but he leaned down to gently disconnect the nursing pup and handed it to her. She immediately flipped the pup onto its back and cuddled it to her breast in the crook of her arm. "A boy," she murmured, rubbing the pup's rounded tummy. "Daisy, what a beautiful boy."

Suddenly, Dan saw his mother, lying in the bed where he now slept. His father stood beside the bed, holding Dan's newborn brother Colton. "A boy," Rafe was saying. "Another beautiful boy, my love."

Daisy's anxious whine seemed to blend with the memory of his mother's face, wet with tears from the pain. There hadn't been time to get her to the hospital. He blinked and saw Cynda lift the pup, planting a kiss on the end of his pink nose. "Back to Momma, little man."

His father had said those same words. Then Georgia Mason, the neighbor who'd come to help, chased him out of the house. Dan had found his middle brother Eric standing in this same spot, crying.

"Say it ain't no dang girl," three-year-old Eric had howled.

It'd been no secret that Rafe wanted a daughter.

 

* * * *

 

The peach dropped from among the branches into her outstretched hands. Cynda heard Daniel curse. "Hang on," he warned. "Gonna take me a minute to find a few last week's hail didn't damage."

Placing the peach in the basket at her feet, Cynda looked around. She was beginning to understand why country singers wrote love songs about their tractors. He'd made her sit in front of him. The wide, perforated metal seat had a bump in the center, designed to fit between the operator's legs for comfort, she supposed. That bump had been pressed right against her pussy for almost an hour. He'd played with her nipples through the fine fabric of her dress and by the time he'd stopped, she was so aroused her body hummed.

Sighing, she turned, looking down the endless rows of trees. He'd already climbed a tree in another field and the basket was half-full of peaches. If she squinted, she could see the roof of the big farmhouse, although it had to be miles away. In between, the tops of a thousand peach trees rustled in the wind. Most were bare of fruit except those in this grove at the top of the mountain. August sunshine sparkled off a large lake, the relic of an abandoned attempt at mining limestone. The miners had hit water, and according to Daniel, that had been the birth of these orchards. One of his ancestors had decided the water would be good for irrigating and had bought up the land. Over eight hundred acres was a lot of land. He surely wouldn't miss a few.

She turned her head to the left. The wind lifted one corner of the bright quilt he'd thrown down. Peering into the tree again, she wished for the tenth time he'd come down. Tall grass tickled her calves. Bumblebees droned around the damaged fruit, but to her relief, the peaches seemed more attractive to them than she did.

That seemed to be going around. She kicked at the grass.

"Head's up," Daniel called. Cynda caught the next peach. He tossed down one after another until she'd filled the basket. Finally, he dropped from a limb onto the grass with an ease suggesting he'd climbed these trees a million times. He straightened, staring at her in a way that gave her hope he was finally going to lay her down on that quilt and get busy.

He
was
pretty to look at. Now that she'd had time to get over her shock of seeing him on his porch as naked as a jaybird this morning and had her head around the amazing things he'd done to her body, she could admire the bulging muscles in his arms and his broad chest and narrow waist. The man was in shape and he was finally staring at her like she was the juicy fruit. Her heart sped up when he yanked open the buttons on his shirt.

"Cynda, take off the dress."

She cut him a glance before lowering her lashes. "Yes, Daniel." Eagerly, she pulled the filmy material over her head, smiling to herself. The situation was about to take a turn in her favor.

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