Cora’s estranged father leaves her a massive inheritance, but there’s a catch! She has to maintain his ranch in the middle of nowhere for a full year. A city girl in a small town, she couldn’t feel more out of place. But when she meets Hael, the sexy cowboy who works on her ranch, country life gets a lot more exciting…
Age Rating: 18+
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Cora’s estranged father leaves her a massive inheritance, but there’s a catch! She has to maintain his ranch in the middle of nowhere for a full year. A city girl in a small town, she couldn’t feel more out of place. But when she meets Hael, the sexy cowboy who works on her ranch, country life gets a lot more exciting…
Age Rating: 18+
Original Author: Tinkerbelle Leonhardt
I held the black and magenta box in my hands. Sexy yet sleek packaging.
Opening the box of a new toy always felt like Christmas.
“Pink Panther,” the label read. A dual G-spot and clit stimulator with nine settings.
I perused the instruction booklet.
Ease of use: 8 out of 10
I inserted the AA batteries.
Charging convenience: 5 out of 10
I dimmed the lights, crawled onto my bed, and I was ready to go… pun intended.
With the vibrator inside me, I played around with the lower settings for a bit, the clit stimulator already making my cheeks flush.
My phone began buzzing on my bedside table, but I did my best to ignore it, letting it go to voicemail.
Turning things up a bit on the settings dial, I felt the inner wand go from pulsing vibrations to full circular motions inside me.
Range of settings: 9 out of 10
I let out a low moan as my inner walls clenched around the toy. My breaths became shorter and more intense.
Once again my phone buzzed obnoxiously beside me.
Goddammit! Leave a fucking voicemail!
Closing my eyes, I did my best to ignore the noise of the phone, images of the glistening abs and big hands of the members of my celebrity fuck list dancing through my head.
Finally, I dialed the toy all the way to the maximum setting and euphoric waves began pulsing through my body.
“Ooooh shit!” I said to the ceiling. I was close.
And the phone buzzed again.
Mother fuck! What?!?
My annoyance won out over my body, and my impending climax died a quick, pathetic death.
Turning off the vibrator, I rolled over to pick up my phone, the current bane of my existence.
If finally answering the unknown number was what it took to stop the incessant calls while I was trying to get off, then so be it.
“Hello!” I was out of breath and pissed.
“Good evening. My name is Mr. Charles Winston, Attorney at Law. Am I speaking with Cora Braelynn?”
“Yes, this is she,” I said, still holding the vibrator in my hand. My heart began to pump fiercely in my throat. Why would a lawyer be calling me?
I thought I was well past this shit. My divorce was finalized six months before, and my cheating asshole ex got everything he wanted.
I barely got out of that hell of a marriage with my own car and the little bit of dignity I had left.
Hell, I couldn’t even bring myself to have sex since we’d separated, at least not with anyone other than my vibrator.
“Ms. Braelynn,” the lawyer’s voice continued, “I’m sorry to inform you, but your father, Gregory Austin, has passed away.”
Greg Austin. That was a name I hadn’t thought about in years. My father. At least that was what it said on my birth certificate.
“As the executor of his estate, it is my duty to inform you of the assets left to you, including his country home.
“I’ll need you to sign off on the paperwork granting you full control over his ranch and livestock—”
“Whoa!” I interjected. “I’m sorry, but I barely knew the man. You’re saying he lived in the middle of bumfuck nowhere with cows and shit?”
My mind was reeling. I hadn’t heard from the asswipe since I was eighteen years old when he showed up to my high school graduation unannounced trying to “reconnect” with his only child.
The lawyer had the audacity to laugh over the phone. “Yes, Ms. Braelynn. And might I say, you definitely resemble your father in his colorful use of the English language.”
This motherfucker.
“Look, Mr….Winston, was it?”
“Mr. Charles Winston, yes.”
“Okay, Mr. Winston—”
“Mr. Charles Winston.”
Seriously?
“Mr. Charles Winston… Look, whatever that dickhead left me I have no use for, so you can just give it all back to the bank.”
“Ms. Braelynn, the property is fully paid off, and his bank accounts are just waiting to be signed over to you.
“If you will just come down to Cedar Ranch, your father’s property in Flake Wood Falls, we can get everything transferred into your name.”
I dropped the vibrator to the floor, AA batteries spilling out and the clit stimulator cracking right off.
Durability: 2 out of 10.
***
After twelve hours and seventeen minutes of driving and a steady diet of energy drinks and gas station food, I pulled up to Cedar Ranch in Flake Wood Falls, population 1,223. It was just before dusk.
The property was surrounded by acres of pasture, and the backdrop of the setting sun above the gently rolling hills was nothing short of breathtaking.
I drove the final trek up a long dirt driveway and parked next to a dark, shiny minivan. A tall, gray-haired man stepped out of the driver’s side, slamming the door with a smile.
“Ms. Braelynn, I’m so glad you could make it,” said Mr. Charles Winston, as he insisted on being called.
“Mr. Win— Mr. Charles Winston, I’m sorry it’s so late. I kept missing the country roads.”
“No problem at all, Ms. Braelynn… Wow, you are the spitting image of your father.”
I knew I shared more features with him than with my petite, blonde mother. I was tall-ish with black hair, green eyes, and more than a few curves.
My mother had never been an overly affectionate woman toward anyone, but I always figured it was my resemblance to Greg that led her to be somewhat cold, even to me.
She didn’t speak of him often, but what she did reveal was that he abandoned her after she became pregnant with me.
Needless to say, her hatred for my father was something she could never keep hidden, and I didn’t feel the need to open old wounds by telling her what I was up to on this trip.
“Well,” said Mr. Charles Winston, “shall we go over these papers inside?”
As I climbed the stairs to the front porch, I saw two border collies nestled in the corner.
“Are those…”
“Your dogs, now. That’s Cain and Dell. They’ve been pretty down since your father passed, but I’m sure having you here will perk them up in no time,” said Mr. Winston.
“Oh, uh, I wasn’t really expecting… Do they need to, like, be walked on a schedule or something?”
He chuckled as he unlocked the front door. “No leashes needed out here. Just let them outside during the day. Welcome to your new country home,” he said as the door swung open.
I was worried I’d be faced with a bunch of beheaded animals hanging on the wall, but I was pleasantly surprised.
The place was quaint, not overstated or too masculine. The open-concept kitchen was spacious and modern.
The living room was large and comfortable looking with plush light leather couches and brown and white cow skin rugs littering the room.
The two sad dogs trudged over to lay in front of a newly remodeled fireplace, which sat perpendicular to a huge bay window overlooking the oncoming sunset.
It looked like a chic lodge, not your typical idea of a place out in the sticks.
“Your father completely remodeled a couple of years back,” Mr. Charles Winston continued. “Right after the cancer diagnosis. I think the idea was to make a nice home for you.”
The statement made me want to roll my eyes. When the hell had that man ever done anything with me in mind?
“It’s lovely, but I’m just here to sign all the stuff so I can sell it,” I stated flatly.
“Oh… well, let me take you through the fine details of the will before you start making plans to sell. Your father has left specific instructions on how to care for his legacy.”
Legacy? Please.
He took a seat on an armchair as he began pulling files out and laying them on the coffee table. “You see, Ms. Braelynn, there is just one catch to obtaining the deed to this place.”
“Which is?” I asked, taking a seat on the couch.
“Well, the bank account is yours. All you have to do is go into town with the appropriate identification and paperwork.
“But if you’ll turn to the final page of the will, you’ll see that there’s an occupancy clause on the house and land.”
“Occupancy clause?” I furrowed my brow.
“Your father entrusted my office with the deed to the land until after you’ve lived here and taken care of the ranch for twelve months.
“After that time, the property is yours to sell or keep.”
“A year?!?”
“Yes. Twelve months. Without an extended absence from the ranch. It’s part of the guidelines that I visit every few weeks to see that the house, property, and livestock are being adequately cared for.”
What. The. Fuck.
“Work is expecting me back in two weeks! I can’t just up and leave my job!”
“It’s entirely up to you, Ms. Braelynn. But this land is worth more than most people’s property in this county combined, and ownership of these assets would allow you to be an exceedingly wealthy woman.
“I suggest taking a few minutes to think it over. Why don’t I take you out for a look at the property while there’s still some daylight left?”
I absently nodded my head. Leaving the paperwork on the coffee table, I followed Mr. Charles Winston out the back sliding glass door.
Outside, crickets had begun to chirp. Across a wooden fence, a couple of horses nibbled at a hay feeder.
“There are more horses in the stable. A dozen or so, total.”
As we walked around the property, Mr. Charles Winston pointed out some expensive farm equipment before taking me over to view the pasture where cattle were moving together as a herd.
Fireflies had started to twinkle all over the pasture as the sun set in the background over the rolling hills. It was a beautiful sight. I couldn’t deny that.
But me? Responsible for all this?
“Look, Mr. Charles Winston, I don’t know a thing about taking care of a ranch. Or animals. Or any of this shit!”
“Staffing is all taken care of. You’ve got someone to care for the cattle paid up for twelve months. Someone for the sheep, also twelve months. And the horses—”
“Let me guess: twelve months.”
“Exactly.”
“Motherfuck.”
Just then, I saw a figure on horseback emerge behind the cattle with a short-haired dog alongside, guiding the herd. As they got closer, the figure—a tall, muscular Adonis of a man in a cowboy hat—swung his leg over to dismount from his black horse.
He pulled a gate to the section of the pasture closed once all the cattle had made their way through and wiped the sweat from his prominent brow.
Holy. Shit.
The guy was sexy.
Sure, my self-inflicted abstinence likely helped ignite the tingling sensation between my legs, but in my twenty-seven years, I don’t think I’d ever seen a sight more mouth-watering.
Trying not to let my eyes rest too long on his perfectly sculpted, Levi-clad ass, I picked my jaw up off the ground and asked, “Who’s that?”
“Oh, that’s Hael. He’ll be working here for you, along with a couple of others.”
The sexy cowboy looked up, met my eyes, and with a perfectly dimpled smile, tilted his hat toward me.
He tilted his fucking hat.
Like in the movies.
He remounted the horse—Levi’s clinging to his muscular thighs—and whistled for the dog to follow him through the pasture.
“Well, Cora,” said Mr. Charles Winston, “you’re fully staffed, fully financed, and the paperwork is still on the table. Whaddya say?”
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I passed the hell out in the front guest bedroom around 11 p.m. An early night for me, especially on a Saturday. I was exhausted from the long drive and fell asleep in my clothes.
I awoke to my dead father’s dogs—my dogs, now, Cain and Dell—whining to be let out to pee. In the strange bedroom, at first I couldn’t remember where I was, but it quickly came rushing back.
Did I make the biggest mistake of my life by agreeing to stay here?
Rolling over, I picked up my phone from the bedside table.
9:50 a.m.
Jesus! I slept for eleven hours!
Groggily, I got out of bed and led the dogs out the back door. I looked through the pantry until I found a bag of dog food and poured some into the bowls on the back porch.
I left the sliding door ajar for the dogs to wander back in if they wanted. I’d never had a pet before…
Unless you count the devil cat my mom had when I was a kid, but that thing hated me.
I’d need to ask about the dog’s feeding schedule. Maybe that sexy-ass cowboy I’d seen last night could fill me in… What was his name? Hael?
But it wasn’t like I was looking for anything. Since my ugly divorce, I’d pretty much sworn off men. I hadn’t even been on a date since my ex.
As I passed a hallway mirror, I was horror-struck when I saw yesterday’s mascara smeared around my eyes, and my hair was greasy and ratted.
Ugh. I need a shower.
Stripping out of my funky clothes, I stepped into the shower and began to contemplate the rest of my day.
What the hell am I going to do today? What does anybody do around here?
If I were back in the city, I’d likely be out to Sunday brunch right about now.
Oh, man a mimosa sounds good!
After all that had happened in the last twenty-four hours, I could definitely go for a drink or five. I resolved to find a place where I could have some boozy relaxation time.
There must be something in this town.
Turning off the water, I stepped out of the bathtub, only to realize I’d forgotten to grab a towel.
Fuck it. Who’s gonna see? The depressed dogs?
Dripping wet, I opened the bathroom door and walked down the hall to find the linen closet.
***
I’d just finished gathering the eggs and headed up to the ranch house. Greg always took care of the chickens first thing, but since he’d passed away, I’d taken this on. I opened the door to the coop around six that morning to let the hens out before getting to the other morning chores but left the eggs til later.
I couldn’t say that I didn’t hope for the chance to see Greg’s daughter again and figured she might sleep in after her long drive. She was beautiful.
She had Greg’s dark hair, but that body was all woman. I’d seen her the previous night and hoped I’d see her again the next day to introduce myself before I headed out to work the cattle.
I tried the front door, but it was locked. I knocked a couple of times but got no answer. People around here never really locked their doors, but I remembered that Greg’s daughter was a city girl. It was already after ten o’clock, but maybe she was still asleep.
Are the dogs fed?
I made my way around the house. Cain and Dell were outside eating on the back porch. The back door was open, so she must have been awake.
“Hello?” I called, entering the house. No answer, so I made my way to the kitchen. I sat the pail of eggs on the kitchen counter and then heard a door open and some footsteps coming from the hall.
That must be her. Introduction time.
I’d just say hi and welcome her to the place. I saw her figure come around the corner and stepped forward into the living room.
“Hey, I’m—oh! Oh shit!”
This girl was completely butt-ass naked!
“Ohmyfuckinggod! What are you doing!?!” she shouted.
“I’m sorry! Shit! I’m so, so sorry!” I covered my eyes as quickly as I could.
I grabbed my snatch in one hand and tried to cover my tits with the opposite arm, but they’re…ample, and I knew he fucking saw everything anyway.
Hael. The cowboy. Perfect.
“Why the fuck are you walking around my house?!?”
He stumbled backward, eyes covered, and toppled over, smacking his head on the hardwood floor.
“Arghhh, my head!”
“Not what I asked!” I snapped.
“I didn’t mean to…not that I’m complainin’… I mean…” He looked at me from the floor.
“Stop! Just stop!” My cheeks flamed.
“I’m… I’m sorry! I just…!”
“GET OUT!”
“Done.” He leaped up from the floor, not even sneaking a glance in my direction. Hand over his eyes, he tripped over the ottoman but was quickly back on his feet again before running out.
Fuck!
I hurriedly made my way to the linen closet and grabbed a towel, wrapping it around my body as I ran into the guest bedroom, slamming the door behind me. Plopping down on the bed, I caught my breath.
Then, remembering the look on that poor guy’s face, I couldn’t help but let out an audible laugh. He seemed more mortified than I was.
Well, that’s one way to break the ice.
***
Now, fully dressed, I left the house to explore a bit more.
I walked up to some horses grazing on the other side of the fence. One horse, in particular, a white one with patches of brown, came up close. I’d never touched a horse in my life, but I decided to do what I’d seen in the movies and reached out to touch its nose. It stepped even closer.
“Aw, she likes you!” I heard a female voice say. Looking up, I saw a solid-looking woman in her forties or fifties riding up on a white and gray horse. She swung her leg over to dismount when she reached me.
“I’m Ronnie Afram. You must be Cora.”
“Yes. Hi.”
“Welcome! I’m so sorry for your loss. Your daddy was a great man.”
Biting my tongue, I simply said, “Oh, yeah, I really didn’t know him… all that well. But thank you.”
“You like horses?” She motioned to the one I’d been petting. “She seems to have taken a shine to you. If you want to take her for a ride, you’re more than welcome.”
“I’ve actually never even touched a horse before this.”
“Well, she’s a real good one to learn on if you decide to give it a try.”
“You… work with the horses?”
“Yep.” She smiled, pushing some of her stray brown and gray out of her face. “I’m here six days a week. Live just a few ranches down.
“Hael and Geoff are the other two hands around here,” she continued. “Geoff deals with the sheep, and Hael works the cattle. Hey, Hael! Come on out here! Meet the new owner!”
“Oh, um… I actually… met Hael… this morning…” I heard Greg’s daughter say as I emerged from the stable.
Shit. I’m gonna get fired.
“Hey, I… I’m so sorry,” I blurted out as I rounded the corner. As I approached Greg’s daughter, I kicked over a pail next to Ronnie. I stumbled but was able to catch my balance. Ronnie sighed. “Hael! Ya clumsy fool!”
Greg’s daughter was clearly holding back laughter when I met her eyes. She must have thought I was an idiot.
“It’s fine! Just… don’t,” Ronnie said, swatting me away. “I got work to get back to. It was real nice meeting you, Cora.”
“You too,” Greg’s daughter said. “So,” she said when Ronnie was out of sight. “You’re Hael?”
“Uh, yes, Hael Gunners.”
“I’m Cora Braelynn.” She extended her hand. “I believe you’ve seen me naked.”
“I’m really so sorry. I was just comin’ in to—”
“You dropped off the eggs, yes, thank you for that. I didn’t even know there were chickens here.”
“I really can’t tell you how sorry I am for that.”
“It’s okay. After I had a mini heart attack, I actually couldn’t stop laughing,” she said as I met her sparkling green eyes.
Damn, she was gorgeous. Despite my embarrassment, I couldn’t help but feel my pants get a little tighter.
“Let’s just forget it ever happened,” she said. “I mean after you strip down and show me yours, of course. That’s only fair.”
My jaw dropped.
“I’m just fucking with you!” She laughed.
***
We pulled up to a place with a sign that said Dusk Bar in Hael’s blue Ford pickup. After breaking the tension from earlier, I think I got him laughing enough to stop being so embarrassed.
I had asked him where a girl could get a drink in this town, and he said there was just one place. I tried pulling it up on my maps app, but once again, the internet service was terrible, and it did me no good, so Hael offered to drive me there.
“Care to join me? My treat?” I offered.
“Oh, uh… that’d be nice, but…” He looked torn. “I’ve got a lot of work to finish up.”
“Suit yourself,” I said, stepping out of the truck, a bit disappointed that he’d turned me down.
Opening the door to the bar, I gave one more glance back at Hael.
Clumsy, but sexy as hell.
As I entered, I stopped in my tracks in the doorway, shocked. I hadn’t expected a classy joint, but this place was full of cowboys. Every single one of them, men!
The entire bar fell silent. And they were all staring at me.
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