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and hadn’t pressured her to consummate their relationship, even though he wouldn’t have minded taking their make-out sessions further. He hadn’t cared that she was black or from a much poorer background. She was unlike any other girl he’d ever dated, and he just wanted to be with her.
    Even after she’d left town, he’d thought of her more fondly than lustfully. And when she’d shown up in Pittsburgh years later, right after he’d decided to divorce his first wife, he had hoped for a fresh start between them. That she’d chosen his brother once again over him had stuck in his craw, but he’d done the honorable thing and blessed their union, even stood up for Nathan at their wedding. However, it had taken months of building up the Sinclair Ranch before he was able to truly be happy for them.
    He had decided he and Layla had been better friends than lovers. He had decided she made his brother a better man and their marriage would thrive. He had decided he wanted her to be happy and he should move on.
    So why then had he been hard as a rock all day? Why couldn’t he even be in the same room with her without his dick jumping in his pants, practically begging its master to take her right then and there?
    Layla had changed. The last time he’d seen her, she’d been just as gentle and sweet as the college girl he remembered. But the Layla he’d found stumbling through the parking lot had an edge to her. It wasn’t just the alcohol. It was something else, the way she wore her uncharacteristic mini skirt like it was a work uniform as opposed to wildly inappropriate. The shrewd, knowing look that came over her face when she told him his kiss “didn’t read ‘totally over the girl.’”
    And then there was the way her slightly rounded hips moved underneath the skirt whenever she walked. At least the robe left something to the imagination. Watching her walk in stilettos to the main lodge from his office window had nearly sent him over the edge. His dick had gotten so hard as he imagined all the ways he might fuck her. Not make love to her, but fuck her hard and strong like a disease he was trying to get out of his system. Nothing like the soft-toned boyhood fantasies from their college years. No, now he wanted to ravage and consume her in a few ways that might not be strictly legal in the state of Montana.
    That night he saw a glimpse of a breast underneath her guest robe as she was hanging her clothes to dry. Afterward, he’d had to take himself in his own hand. And even though he tried to imagine Amy as he worked his cock, as soon as he closed his eyes it had been all Layla, bending over in her mini skirt and smiling back at him, bidding him do whatever he wanted to do to her naked pussy, which he’d discovered this morning was completely bald, as if she had shaved it all off in anticipation of seeing him.
    He cursed as streams of hot cum erupted all over his hand. He’d hoped that would be it. But then the house creaked, which let him know she was still up and moving around downstairs, probably still dressed in that thin robe. His dick instantly became hard again.
    Yes, letting Layla stay had been a mistake. A big, big mistake.
     
     
    ROXXY REALLY ENJOYED RANCH LIFE. By day two she’d not only lassoed a pig all by herself, but had taken two more nature walks and spent much of the day with the children’s program, making Native American arts and crafts, playing croquet and Frisbee, and learning how to fly fish.
    Most of the adults at the ranch seemed perfectly happy to leave their kids to their own activities while they enjoyed the ranch’s spa and other amenities. Roxxy assumed this must be because they’d had an actual childhood, unlike her who had been lazily homeschooled by her mother so she could spend as much time as possible going from one singing audition to another.
    Roxxy had been grateful when she got her first record contract at sixteen because the label had provided her with a real teacher