The Flood Stranded Me With Three Ranch Men, So I Kept All Three novel · Chapter 3 of 24
Chapter 3: The Loft
Jess leads Dutch up the barn loft, tells him to breed her, and Nels is waiting at the foot of the ladder.
Dutch carried me up the loft ladder in one arm, with the lantern hooked on his wrist and a quilt over my shoulders.
I had slipped out from under Emmett's arm and walked barefoot across the kitchen to him.
I had not said a word.
I had taken the lantern out of his hand and set it on the table, and then I had taken his hand.
Now the barn roof drummed with rain, and the loft smelled of last year's hay.
He set me down on a bale and stood over me, six and a half feet of him.
His white-blond hair lay flat from his hat.
"I should say I'm sorry," he said.
"I heard the noise, and I came over, and I stood there. That's a bad thing to do."
"You stood there a long time," I said.
"Yes, ma'am."
"Do you want to be sorry, Dutch?"
He thought about it, honestly, as he seemed to think about everything.
"No," he said.
"I've never seen anything like you in my life."
"Then take your coat off."
He did.
He took off the flannel, the thermal shirt and the belt, and folded each one onto a bale, neatly.
He was enormous.
His chest was wide and white-haired and soft over solid muscle, and his arms were as thick as my thighs.
I stood up, and the quilt slid off me, and he stopped moving.
"Marinus Hoekstra," he said, in his slow soft voice.
"Nobody has called me that since my mother died."
He gave a small, embarrassed smile.
"Fifty-six years old."
"I've been with two women in my life. Neither one since 1998."
"I'm twenty-four," I said.
"I know exactly how that sounds. I don't care."
"I do," he said.
"A little. I'm going to anyway."
"Good."
I put my palms flat on his stomach and he shuddered all the way up to his shoulders.
I knelt in the hay.
"Jess."
"Let me," I said.
I opened his jeans.
He was long and thick and very hard, already leaking, and he sprang into my hand heavy and hot.
I looked up at him.
His mouth had fallen open.
"Oh, my Lord," he said.
I took the head into my mouth and swirled my tongue around it.
He made a sound that began in his belly.
His big hand came down on the back of my head and stopped there, shaking, without pushing.
"You can," I said around him.
"Hold on."
His fingers tightened gently in my hair.
I took him deeper, as far as I could, and drew back, and did it again, wet and slow.
I used my hand on the rest of him.
He was too big for me to take all of it, and I liked that.
I liked the weight on my tongue, the salt, the way his thighs trembled when I hollowed my cheeks.
"That's so good," Dutch said, over and over.
"That's so good, honey. That's so good."
I felt the warmth of it all through me.
I reached down between my own legs with my free hand, because I was wet, and I wanted him to see.
He saw.
"Stop," he said, hoarse.
"Stop, or I'll finish in your mouth, and I want to be inside you."
I let him slide out with a wet sound and sat back on my heels.
"Then be inside me."
He lifted me by the waist, easily, and turned me to face the bale.
"Hands there," he said, and put them on the stacked hay.
"Is that right? Is that how you want it?"
"Yes," I said.
"Tell me if it's not."
"It's right," I said.
"Dutch, hurry."
He knelt behind me and put his mouth on me first, to my surprise.
His beard scratched the insides of my thighs.
His tongue was slow and broad and unhurried, and I pushed back against his face with a groan.
"You taste," he said, and stopped to breathe.
"I don't have words."
"Use your cock instead."
He laughed, low, against my skin.
Then he stood up behind me.
I felt the broad head of him press at my entrance, and I rocked back.
He took my hips in his enormous hands, and slowly, carefully, he pushed in.
It was almost too much.
He filled me so completely that I stopped breathing, and he stopped, too, buried halfway, his chest heaving against my back.
"Too much?" he asked.
"Not enough," I said.
"All of it."
He gave me all of it.
I cried out into the crook of my arm, and the rain on the roof swallowed it.
He moved in long slow strokes, deep as he could go, and every one dragged against every nerve I owned.
"That's it," he said.
"That's a good girl. Take it. You're taking me so well."
"Harder," I said.
"You're sure?"
"Dutch."
He gave me harder.
The bale rocked under my hands.
His hips slapped against me.
His hand slid around my front and found my clit and rubbed it in tight little circles that I felt in my teeth.
I was close, and I knew he could feel it.
"Dutch," I said, panting.
"Don't pull out."
His hand stopped.
"Jess?"
"Don't pull out. I want it inside me. I want all of it."
He said nothing.
His cock jumped inside me, hard.
"I'm on nothing," I said.
"I'm saying yes, with my eyes open. I want your come in me, and I want to feel it."
"God help me," Dutch whispered.
"Say it again."
"Come in me. Breed me, Dutch."
I had not planned that word either.
It came out of me bare and wanting, and it hung in the loft between us.
He made a low animal noise and began to fuck me for real.
His hand went back to my clit.
I came first, loud, my forehead on the hay and my knees buckling.
He held me up with one arm around my waist and kept going through it.
"There she is," he said.
"That's my girl. That's it."
"Dutch, please," I begged.
"Yes. Yes, honey. I'm going to."
He drove into me, deep and hard, and held there.
I felt him swell.
I felt him come in thick hot pulses, filling me, long and long.
He said my name in a broken voice, and his whole huge body shook against my back.
We stayed like that, breathing, for a long time.
He pressed his mouth to the back of my neck, and then to my shoulder, and then to my hair.
"I never," he said.
"Not once. Not ever like that."
I turned in his arms and kissed him.
He held my face in both hands, tenderly.
"I don't know what you are," he said.
"I'm Jess," I said.
"For tonight, that's what I am."
I felt the warmth of him leaking down my thigh, and I smiled.
Then I felt him stir against my hip, and I stopped smiling and stared.
"Already?" I said.
"It's been twenty-five years," Dutch said, and went red to the ears.
"I think my body is making up the difference."
"Sit," I said.
He sat down on the bale with his knees wide, and I climbed over him and faced him.
I put my hands on his shoulders.
I sank onto him slowly, still slick and open from the first time.
He went in so deep that my toes curled off the floor.
"Look at me," he said.
I looked.
His eyes were pale blue, and wet at the corners, and they never left my face.
His hands slid down my back and took hold of my ass, and he lifted me and lowered me, slow and steady.
Every stroke ground my clit against the thick root of him.
"Is that it?" he said.
"Show me where."
"Right there," I said.
"Don't move your hands."
He didn't.
He held me open and brought me down onto him again and again.
I gripped his hair and rode him with my forehead pressed to his.
"That's my good girl," he said.
"Take what you need."
"Dutch, I'm going to," I said.
"Go on, then, honey."
I came with my mouth against his, shaking so hard that the bale squealed on the boards.
He swallowed my cry and groaned.
His hands clamped on my ass, and he thrust up hard from underneath and spilled into me a second time, hot over the first.
"Breed me," I whispered into his mouth, because I could.
"Yes," Dutch said.
"Yes. All right."
I stayed on his lap with my arms around his neck until the shaking stopped.
His come ran out of me onto his thigh, and neither of us looked away from it.
Then I heard the ladder creak.
Rain on a tin roof is loud, and I had not heard anyone cross the barn floor.
Nels stood at the foot of the ladder, soaked to the skin, with his hat dripping and a rifle in the crook of his arm.
He looked up at us for a long moment.
"That's two," he said.
← Chapter 2 · All chapters · Chapter 4 →
Want to keep talking to characters like these? Chat with AI romance characters: AI Boyfriend · AI Girlfriend · Dark Romance · Fantasy Romance · BL (Boys’ Love) · Billionaire Boyfriend · Mafia Boyfriend · Possessive Boyfriend · Hockey Boyfriend · Older Boyfriend · K-Drama Boyfriend · Anime Boyfriend · Vampire Boyfriend · Werewolf Boyfriend · Demon Boyfriend · Fae Romance · GL (Girls’ Love) · Anime Girlfriend · Goth & Alt Girlfriend · Gamer Girlfriend · Tsundere Girlfriend · Fantasy Girlfriend