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Flannery looped her fingers through Coult's as she followed him downstairs. Her body was still buzzing from the orgasm he had given her and she hoped he would kiss her there again soon. Coult had said he had a gift for her, but what was it? She didn't want or need anything.
Coult led her downstairs, feeling the excitement continue to build in his body. He was so excited to see her face when she saw the piano he had delivered to the house. When he had called Jameson and demanded, not asked, that he order the most expensive piano, Jameson had replied informing Coult that there was beautiful black, baby grand an hour away that was selling for twenty-seven hundred. Coult offered Jameson another grand if he could deliver it by eight o'clock this morning. He had been more than willing to deliver the piano.
He turned to Flannery once they reached the bottom of the stairs.
"Close your eyes," he said. He couldn't help but take a mental picture of her flushed and slightly pink face. She still looked hazy from there intimate encounter upstairs, and even just thinking about it made Coult want to drag her back upstairs.
"Close my eyes?" she giggled.
"Yes." Flannery sighed and made a big show of lifting a dainty pale hand to cover both eyes.
Coult grasped her waist and steered her towards one of the back rooms. It was mainly used as a study, it being filled with book cases and a desk, but Coult had moved a few things around so the piano sat facing the large window in the corner of the room.
"Okay," Coult let go of Flannery's waist and maneuvered himself so he could watch her reaction. "You can look now."
Flannery smiled as she moved her hand away from her face, and then immediately stopped smiling. She was flabbergasted. The man had bought her a piano!
Coult saw the smile leave her face and for a moment thought she was upset. He was comforted when she had walked right up to the piano and ran her fingers over the white ivory keys. Coult felt his chest swell with pride. He had done good.
He thought back to when she had arrived at the ranch, timid and shy, always quiet. Now that he had gotten to know her better, he saw that she was a woman with passion, love, and had a special light that shined out of her eyes.
He knew he needed her. He needed her badly. He thought about all the kisses and moments they had shared. He imagined her in his bed, naked, thriving. An image of a pregnant Flannery flashed through his mind and caused Coult to take a step back.
Where the hell did that come from? Is that what he wanted? Children with Flannery? He knew he didn't mind the idea of her being his wife, but he never thought about kids.
He walked up to Flannery and sat next to her on the piano bench. He wrapped an arm around her waist and buried his nose in her neck, inhaling her sweet smell.
"Do you like it?" he asked.
"I love it. Thank you so much," she said. Flannery turned to him and timidly pressed her lips to his. The kiss quickly turned heated and before either of them knew it, Coult had her straddling his lap.
Flannery whimpered and moaned as his teeth, tongue and lips massaged her neck and collarbones. She was so lost in his caresses she barely heard the banging of pots and pans in the kitchen.
She quickly pushed away from Coult, a blush covering her face.
"Someone's in the kitchen," she whispered, yelled.
"And?" Coult drawled, placing his lips once again against her throat. Flannery pushed at his chest again, but he wouldn't budge.
"Someone could walk in!"
Coult laughed and helped her off his lap.
"Okay, okay," he said leading her to the kitchen. "Let's get you some breakfast."
After Alice had fixed Flannery some eggs, toast, sausage and tea, Coult decided it was time to propose his idea to Flannery.
"I have an idea," he stated, leaning back in his chair watching Flannery sip at the last bit of her green tea.
"About what?" she asked curiously. Flannery was so happy about the piano and her relationship with Coult that she secretly prayed he was talking about them becoming exclusive.
"About your cooking job. I don't want you cooking anymore."
"What?!" Flannery yelled. He was firing her?! "You're firing me?!"
"No!" said Coult leaning forward and placing a hand on her arm. "Aunt Alice has decided to stay here for the next few months."
Flannery glanced at Aunt Alice who was sitting on the other end of the table reading a paper and sipping coffee.
"Yep. I forgot how much I liked it here!" she laughed.
"So, I guess I can pack up my things?" Flannery asked. She was so confused. He had pretty much made love to her not fifteen minutes ago and now he was firing her! She didn't have enough money to go back home. She felt stress settle heavily over her shoulders and tried to keep the tears from pooling in her eyes.
"What?" Coult asked in anger and confusion. She wanted to leave?
"Well, if I'm not working here-"
"I thought maybe you'd like to live here," Coult began clasping her hands to his. "I know that there past few months have been difficult but you're my woman and you will want for nothing. Now that you have a piano, you can teach. Town is only a few minutes away and there are quite a few people in town that I know would take voice lessons."
Flannery threw herself onto Coult's lap and pressed her lips to his. He had said it; his woman. She was all his. That's just what she wanted. And now he wanted her to live here? And teach?! It was here dream and it was coming true!
Coult explored her mouth with his tongue, extremely happy that she had takin' to the idea of living here. By the time he had pulled away from her for a breath, he noticed that Aunt Alice had made herself scarce.
"Am I really yours?" Flannery asked, breathlessly.
Coult tightened his arms around her waist and looked into her eyes.
"Yes you are, kitten."
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"Listen, baby, don't be like that," Danny said, attempting to pick the lock of Emma's apartment.
"Don't you dare pick my lock again, you son of a bitch!" she shrieked.
"Wouldn't dream of it, sweet bottom," he muttered, jiggling the bobby pin in the key hole.
Danny had finally met a woman who he never wanted to met. He loved sleeping around, and he loved sex. He had slept with most of the woman in this town, he had always been safe, but he had fun.
He always knew that one day he was going to meet a woman who would ruin him for all other women, but he didn't think it'd be so soon.
He pushed the door open and stealthily crept into Emma's apartment.
He had first met her at the bar where she had been on a date, but quickly convinced her that he was better suited to her. Emma, a red headed and voluptuous woman, had danced with Danny all night, and then left him at the bar.
Danny, needless to say, wanted her and wanted her bad. He found her the next night at the bar again and successfully taken her home. After a night of unbelievable sex, he had convinced her that he would be a faithful man.
He had taken her out to breakfast the next morning and low and behold the waitress that served them was none other than Jenny. Jenny was one of the loosest women in town and had no problem sharing with Emma his many conquests. Emma left Danny at the dinner and hadn't returned his phone calls.
Danny broke in that night and Emma's will hadn't been strong enough. They made love until the wee hours of the morning, and then she kicked him out.
Two days later, and Danny was breaking in again. She worked at the local boutique designing maternity wear and when he dropped in was informed that she had called in sick.
Danny snuck into Emma's kitchen, careful not to hit the bar stools. He heard muttering in the bedroom.
"That fuckin' son of a bitch thinks he can just get something whenever he wants well not anymore," Emma murmured as she pulled up a bright green, high-waisted skirt. Danny watched as her breasts bounced as she walked across her room and yanked a cream colored sweater from a hanger.
"If he thinks I'm gonna wait around well jokes on him!"
Danny felt the green monster appear inside of him and he clenched his jaw. What the fuck was she talking about? Not gonna wait around?
Just as the thought appeared in Danny's mind, the door bell sounded. Faster than light, Danny dove behind a potted plant outside her bedroom door as Emma rushed out of her room to answer the door bell.
Danny could make out a couple voices and heard the door close. He heard footsteps enter the kitchen and felt his blood boil.
There in the kitchen holding his woman was none other than T.J. Bodie. T.J. Bodie was a banker in town and was the slickest, greasiest piece o' shit Danny had ever met.
Danny knew that he, himself, was a slick guy. He knew that he used women, but not like T.J. He would use woman emotionally and mentally and then drop them and ruin them for anyone else.
He watched as T.J. spouted words of passion into Emma's ear. Danny knew he was going to kill T.J. He couldn't wait to ring that idiot's neck. And when he was done with him, he would spank Emma till she couldn't sit down for a month.
Emma giggled and giggled while Danny thought he was going to throw up. Suddenly, T.J.'s hands moved south and cupped her round and perky derriere.
Danny lost.
"Take your hands off my woman, you fuckin' piece o' shit."
Emma whirled around with anger in her eyes. T.J. looked shocked.
"What are you doing he-" T.J. began, only to be interrupted by Emma.
"Daniel Scott! I told you never to come back here again!" she shrieked.
Danny ignored the cursing and sputtering Emma, and focused on T.J. He walked right up to the man, grabbed him by the back of the neck and tossed him out into the hallway.
"Hey! You can't kick me out! We have a date!" he yelled. T.J. jumped to his feet and brushed the non-existent dusk from his brown blazer.
Danny poked his head out into the hallway.
"You come anywhere near this apartment again and sew your butt cheeks together."
He slammed the door closed on the banker and faced his woman. Emma was a few feet behind him, still sputtering.
"You asshole!" she yelled.
Danny took in her disheveled appearance and felt himself grow hard. Her hair was down framing her gorgeous face. Her eyes were blazing with passion and fury, mainly fury. God, he loved her when she was angry.
Love? Danny shook himself, he didn't love her. At least, not yet...
He took a step forward, his eyes raking her body.
"How dare you-" Emma stopped her sentence half way, noticing the look in his eye. "Don't even think about it."
"Think about what, sweet bottom?" Danny asked, innocently.
"You know what, you snake." Emma didn't dare turn her back on him. She continued to walk backwards towards her room, hopefully she could get there and lock herself in. She needed to get there soon, being in a confined space with Daniel Scott was not smart, especially if she had decided to be done with him.
"I've missed you the past few days," Danny said honestly. He really did miss her. He missed her smell and the feel of her body agains't his. He especially missed the way she writhed underneath him and moaned his name and she reached heaven.
"I told you I won't share," Emma said, finally making in to the doorway of her bedroom.
"And I told you," Danny said, starting to get frustrated, "that you wouldn't have to. I told you I'm done with other women. It's just you now."
Emma desperately wanted to believe him, but she had been burned before and couldn't let it happen again.
She quickly stepped into the room and tried to slam her door closed. She almost succeeded when a steel toed boot snuck it's way between the door and the wall.
"Not so fast, sweet bottom," Danny snickered. He knew that when he got her in his arms she would melt and give in. He knew she wanted him and he knew she wanted more than just sex, just like he did.
Emma quickly spun and tried to make it to the terrace outside her room where there was a staircase. But she wasn't fast enough. Danny looped an arm around her waist and spun her around to face him. He hauled her against his hard and demanding member. Emma oculdn't help but cry out in need. She needed him, all of him. She felt her nipples harden and strain against her bra as if trying to reach him on their own.
Danny smashed his lips to hers in a dominating kiss. Emma tried to compete, but finally gave up and submitted to him. Her arms encircled his neck and rubbed herself on him like a cat in heat.
"You're mine, sweet bottom."
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