“Here and left already. He had a bunch of business meetings to get to, I guess.”
“Oh. Did you guys have a good visit?”
“Um, yeah, I guess so. I don’t know, we’ll probably get to hang out with him in New York, maybe. Or maybe not. He’s a busy guy. Whatever. It went fine.” I try to shrug off the disappointment that I feel that it didn’t go a little better. “But, you know who showed up while you guys were on the trail ride?”
She reaches over and takes my hand. “No. Who?”
“I’ll give you a hint: He was delivering an orchid.”
“What?! Sean was here?”
“He stopped by.”
“Oh my god. Did you tell him to leave and never come back?”
“We actually had a nice little chat. After we got past some initial . . . hostility. And what was this he was going on about—your birthday? Did he try to do something to you?”
She looks down at her feet. “Try being the operative word in that statement.”
“But you’re okay?”
“I can take care of myself.”
“So I’ve noticed.”
“I can’t believe he actually told you that.”
“He wanted me to hear his side of the story.”
She gives me a skeptical look and then bursts out laughing. “Are you serious?”
“’Fraid so, sweetheart. But we actually had a good talk. I don’t think you’re going to have to worry about him anymore.”
Jill smiles. “Why thank you, then,” she says. She pulls me off the trail, far enough into the woods that you wouldn’t be able to see us from the path. There’s a little sandy clearing, and she stands in front of me, puts her arms around my neck. “I think I need to repay you for that monumental favor you just did for me.”
She pulls her arms back and runs her hands down the front of my shirt, lightly over my torso. She unbuckles my belt, pops the button on my jeans, and then kneels down in front of me as she lets my jeans fall around my ankles.
“Oh,” I say.
I have, what you might call, a turbulent libido, and just the sight of her, kneeling in front of me with my c**k a few inches from her face, gets me instantly hard. She takes me into her mouth, moving her tongue in circles around the tip of dick. I put one hand on her head but don’t try to direct her movement; I let my head fall back and fall into the sensations rippling up and down my body. Her mouth is soft and wet, and my ass clenches when she takes me in far enough that I can feel the back of her throat. She moves her head a bit and I can feel my inner thigh muscles quiver.
“I need to be in you,” I say. “Now.”
Her shorts come off, underwear down, and I lie on the ground. “Ride me,” I tell her. “Ride me like you ride those horses every day. Get on top and f**k the shit out of me.”
And she does. I hold her hips and look up at her gorgeous face, the way her top teeth bite down on her lower lip, how she closes her eyes when she moves her hips back and lets me get in really deep. She pauses for a moment to catch her breath and I tell her to turn around, to face the other way, but to do it while I’m still in her. She stretches those long legs out and very slowly rotates, so now I’ve got the perfect view of the symmetry of her back, her slender midsection, that glorious f**king ass. Holy shit.
And the girl can ride. I already knew that, but . . . she swivels, rolls her hips forward and back. I grab her ass cheek with one hand, lick my forefinger, and then slowly slide it up her butt. I don’t think she even notices. A lot of girls are wary about backdoor entry, but if you do it right, they’ll come like they never have before.
Which is exactly what she does, and I am not far behind.
Ahhhhh.
Chapter 24: Jill
We have a family cookout on the last day of camp, and I even drove up to the city to pick up Mom and bring her down. The kids are all happy to see their families, but sad that their time here is coming to an end. They all sit around Griffin, and as I watch, I realize they’re all taking turns sitting next to him, writing their email addresses and phone numbers onto a piece of paper for him.
“Will you be getting a new phone soon?” one of the girls asks.
Even Karen jots something down on the piece of paper. At this point, it wouldn’t surprise me if they started asking Griffin to autograph their t-shirts or something.
Eventually, Griffin finds his way over to the table I’m sitting at with Mom. “Jill’s mom!” he says, and he leans down and gives her a hug. “I’ve heard a lot about you—I’m glad we finally get to meet in person.”
He sits down next to her and has Mom charmed in about two point five seconds. It’s actually interesting to watch him interacting with all the parents, the way they’re equally taken with him as their kids have been for the past three weeks. I think that must be interesting—to be so likable. It’s a talent, really.
“So I haven’t really decided what the plan is going to be after this,” Griffin is saying to Mom. “I’m going to go back to New York for a little while and see my own mom and stuff. I was actually kind of hoping Jill might come with me.”
Mom beams and looks at me. “I think it’s a great idea if you go to New York,” she says. “It’d be like a vacation. You deserve a vacation.”
Even though it won’t be exactly a vacation, per se, I’m thinking that it sounds like a pretty good idea, too.
Later, though, I start wondering if it actually is a good idea. Things with Griffin have been going extraordinarily well, but I think that’s in part because we’re here at the ranch. Because in between us being together, we’ve got work to do, there are always other people around, plenty of distractions. If I go to New York with him, there won’t be work and the people around us will be strangers.
But what about the original plan, I remind myself. The original plan was that I didn’t like Griffin and somehow found a way to get to New York with him to try to find out information about Dad’s death. That plan seems skewed now, because I actually do like Griffin. Maybe it was a dumb plan to begin with.
I’m almost finished mucking out the barn when Griffin appears and leans over the stall door, arms hanging down.
“Hey, sweetheart,” he says. “You need any help?”
“No.” I keep my back to him. “Almost done.”
“Want to go for a swim after this?” I feel his hands on my waist and I stiffen.