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She was cheating on Jordan.
And she was totally panicking about it internally.
The thought of having cheated on her fiancé terrified Jackie—not just for moral reasons, but because it made her wonder what kind of consequences she’d face in her marriage if even a romantic getaway at her parents’ ranch couldn’t save her relationship. Not that she’d wanted to come to that stupid ranch in the first place, but the goal was to strengthen her relationship with Jordan and prepare for the wedding.
What kind of strengthening was she doing by kissing Shauna?
She knew perfectly well why she’d kissed Shauna—and it wasn’t just for the same reasons she’d done it so many times back when they were teenagers. Back then, it had all felt more innocent, more uncertain. Jackie knew she’d always had a peculiar friendship with Shauna, that it probably wasn’t normal to want to kiss your best friend every time you saw her.
Sure.
But that’s pretty much what being a teenager is, right? She’d always told herself—or tried to convince herself—that it wasn’t anything real. Not real enough to worry about, at least. She would grow up, move on, and of course, meet the man of her life and marry him, and all those feelings she’d once had for Shauna would fade into the past. Just a phase.
But here she was, a grown woman now, with the man of her life—the man she was about to marry—and she’d done it again. She’d kissed Shauna again.
She had her first orgasm with Jordan, but only because she was thinking about Shauna. And, like everything else, it wasn’t the first time she’d thought of Shauna that way.
But this time was worse—it was stronger, clouding her thoughts completely. Especially seeing Shauna again after three years, looking the way she does now. Just the sight of Shauna moving around the ranch was enough to make Jackie lose what little self-control she had left.
So yeah. She was about to get married, and what was she doing? She was cheating on Jordan. And it wasn’t just about kissing Shauna anymore.
She was cheating on him in her mind all the time.
Every time she saw Shauna.
Every time she thought about Shauna.
And as much as she hated it, she couldn’t stop.
But she knew she had to. She was about to become Jordan’s wife, so all she had to do was avoid Shauna as much as possible—and if it came to that, ask her parents to fire Shauna.
She didn’t have another choice.
***
Jackie skipped breakfast the next morning. She told Jordan she wasn’t hungry, but of course, that was just an excuse to avoid seeing Shauna after having kissed her.
When she finally came down to the living room a few hours later, her mother told her Shauna was out in the stables and her father and Jordan were chopping wood. She spent some time watching TV until her mother insisted she go help Jordan and her father, saying she couldn’t just sit around all day doing nothing while everyone else was working and blah, blah, blah.
More words Jackie didn’t bother to listen to.
Still, she went—only to shut her mother up. She was already irritated enough with her for hiring Shauna in the first place.
And as soon as she found them, she knew it was going to be a long day. Because not only she found Jordan and her father working, but Shauna was there too.
It was the first time they’d seen each other since yesterday, since Jackie had kissed her.
She tried to avoid Shauna’s gaze at all costs, afraid it was obvious she was avoiding her—and it probably was to Shauna, anyway. Of course it was. Nothing ever slipped past her. But Jackie didn’t care.
Shauna immediately looked up at her as soon as she saw her, sweat running down her neck as the sun hit her face. Jordan stood off to the side, looking relaxed as he watched Mr. Taylor lift the axe to split another piece of wood.
“Let me try the next one, Mr. Taylor,” said Jordan, grinning from ear to ear. “I’ll do better than the first time.”
So Jackie’s father handed him the axe, and Jordan grabbed it with a burst of confidence. He stepped up to the next log, raised the axe high, and brought it down with what looked, to Jackie, like strained effort. The blade hit the wood—but got stuck halfway in, refusing to go any deeper.
“It’s stuck,” Jordan muttered through gritted teeth, tugging at the handle.
“Use your strength, son,” Mr. Taylor said. “It’s all about technique.”
Jackie stood off to the side, watching as Jordan tried again and again to free the axe, his movements becoming more frantic each time. The more he pulled, the more obvious it became that he wasn’t going to get it loose.
Then Shauna stepped forward. Without saying a word, she gestured for Jordan to move aside. She grabbed the axe herself, braced one boot on the log, and gave a sharp, powerful pull. The blade came free with a clean, heavy thud.
Jackie watched in silence, the world narrowing to the sound of Shauna’s heavy breathing. Jackie’s gaze was fixed on her—the rough strength in her arms, the way her muscles tensed beneath sunlit skin as she pulled the axe free. Jackie’s chest felt tight at the sight; she couldn’t look away.
“Would you look at that,” her father laughed, glancing over at Jordan. “She’s got you beat, son. You’d better step it up.”
Jordan forced a laugh, but the edge in his voice gave him away. His jaw tightened, and his smile faltered as he wiped the sweat from his forehead. He muttered something about the wood being too damp, refusing to meet Shauna’s eyes.
Jackie caught the flicker of frustration on his face—something wounded in his pride—and for a moment, she almost pitied him. But then her gaze drifted back to Shauna, standing there with the axe resting easily in her hands, and the feeling quickly left—replaced by a dark, thick throb settling in her lower stomach.
“How about you give it a try, sweetheart?”
Her father’s words snapped her out of her trance.
“Me? No way,” Jackie shook her head quickly. “Why do I have to do the work, daddy?”
“Just this once, sweetheart,” he said, half amused, half insistent. “Don’t be so spoiled. Come on.”
Jackie’s head moved in a firm no, her eyes darting to Jordan—pleading silently for him to step in, to say something, anything to get her out of it.
But Jordan only nodded in agreement with her father.
“You should help out, babe,” he said, his tone firm but not unkind. “You can’t have daddy fixing everything for you your whole life.”
By the way he said daddy Jackie immediately recognized the sarcasm and frustration lacing Jordan’s tone—and it only made her more annoyed.
She crossed her arms stubbornly. “I’m not doing the work.”
“Babe, come on,” Jordan huffed, clearly irritated. “You just need to chop a—”
“I’ll do it,” Shauna cut in suddenly, her voice firm and her expression serious as she snatched the axe from Jordan’s hands. “Just let her rest.”
Jackie blinked, surprised, watching Shauna bend over the log without once meeting her eyes. With a swift, practiced motion, the axe fell perfectly in the center, splitting the log cleanly in two. The sharp crack echoed through the sunlit yard, hard and precise.
“It should’ve been Jackie doing that,” Jordan said quickly, frustration boiling over, even more obvious than before. “She needs to learn she can’t always have everything done for her. Sometimes she’s the one who has to work.”
Shauna glanced at him out of the corner of her eye. “I don’t mind doing it,” she shrugged lightly. “I mean, it’s not exactly hard work.”
“Jordan probably doesn’t see it that way,” Mr. Taylor laughed, and Jackie immediately noticed the flush creeping up Jordan’s neck. “Nothing to be embarrassed about, son. Shauna’s just more used to hard work than you are.”
Jordan didn’t respond. He lowered his gaze, then turned towards Jackie, who still had her eyes locked on Shauna, licking her lips at the way Shauna’s hands wrapped tightly around the axe, drops of sweat sliding down her arm—and of course, Jackie was completely oblivious to the fact that her fiancé was staring at her.
The three of them spent a while longer chopping wood and taking care of a few other chores around the ranch until Jordan finally decided to head back to the house for a shower. Jackie, with nothing better to do, trailed after him. Since Shauna had gone to feed the horses a few minutes earlier, and Jackie had promised herself she’d stop following and spying on her, she forced herself to follow Jordan instead of Shauna. Following Shauna around would only make things worse.
Her relationship with Jordan, for one.
When he came out of the shower, he looked irritated, refusing to meet Jackie’s eyes, as if she wouldn’t notice.
“What the hell is wrong with you?” she frowned. “Wasn’t it enough that you wanted to make me chop wood?”
He turned around, letting out a sharp huff of disbelief. “You know what? That’s one thing I really don’t like about you,” he said, and Jackie couldn’t help but raise her eyebrows at that. “You’re a spoiled girl, Jackie.”
“For not wanting to chop wood?”
“For not wanting to work on the ranch.”
“You’re the one who dragged me out here,” Jackie shot back immediately. “You said it’d be a romantic summer. Sorry for expecting candlelit dinners instead of my fiancé trying to make me chop wood.”
He shook his head. “Not everything’s about your comfort, you get that? If you’re going to be my wife, I need to know you can get your hands dirty.”
Then why the hell are you even marrying me?
But she didn’t say it out loud—of course she didn’t. It wouldn’t do any good. Just more arguing, more of everything falling apart.
“I’m doing what I can,” she sighed, lifting her shoulders in defeat. “Sorry I’m not wife material enough for you.”
“Babe, that’s not what I mean,” he assured her. “It’s just that... I want to know my wife’s capable of working. I don’t want to marry someone with a princess complex. You get that, right? Just like I work—”
Yeah, singing in front of five people at bars no one goes to, and not even able to chop a single piece of wood.
“—I also need to know we’re in this together,” he finished, though Jackie’s mind had already drifted far from his words. “That we’re on the same level.”
“Okay.”
“Your mom said this morning she needed someone to water the plants outside. How about you help with that?”
She swallowed back a frustrated huff. “Fine.”
She couldn’t wait for those stupid days at the ranch to finally be over.
Though of course, what waited for her afterward was a wedding—and the rest of her life with Jordan—and for some reason, that thought unsettled her even more.
***
“Since when do you like watering plants?”
Shauna’s voice behind her caught Jackie off guard—and a part of her was oddly relieved that Shauna had found her, while another part wanted to run before she even had the chance to do something stupid again.
Her cheeks flushed bright red the moment she turned to look at Shauna. Her gaze dropped instinctively, shy and scattered—flashes of yesterday’s kiss flickering through her mind. She wondered if Shauna was thinking about it too, or if she’d just come to laugh in her face, to call her pathetic for kissing her when she was about to get married.
“I’m just helping out,” Jackie muttered, her head tilted slightly downward.
“Let me guess,” Shauna laughed softly, the scent of her cologne slipping into Jackie’s lungs as she stepped closer. “That boyfriend of yours wants you to get your hands a little dirty.”
Jackie rolled her eyes, and Shauna caught it right away, laughing even harder.
“I guess he doesn’t want any pampered princesses raising his kids,” she said, and Jackie ignored the sudden wave of nausea that came with the thought of having Jordan’s children. “Hey, you’re actually not bad at this. Want some help?”
“Leave me alone, Shauna,” Jackie said, shooting her a mortified, humiliated look. “You came here to laugh at me or something?”
“No, I mean it. I want to help,” Shauna replied, her voice steady. “C’mon, give me that.”
She stepped closer, her smile softening as she reached out, her expression almost playful but gentle enough to make Jackie’s stomach twist. Her hand brushed against Jackie’s before curling around the hose and easing it from her grip.
Jackie felt her breath catch in her throat at the sudden closeness. Shauna’s cool, sharp cologne filled the small space between them, making Jackie’s head spin in the best possible way.
“I mean it, you can sit,” Shauna said, and Jackie’s eyes dropped instinctively to her neck, then lower, to her pants—wondering if that visible bulge was one of those plastic cocks Shauna kept in that box under the bathroom sink.
She couldn’t look away for a few seconds, not until she caught the faint smile Shauna was trying to hold back.
“Jordan will get upset if he sees I’m not working,” Jackie murmured, her voice a little shaky after being caught. “I promised I’d do it myself.”
“Leave it to me, don’t worry. I’ll tell him it was my idea if he comes around.”
Jackie sighed, stepping aside while Shauna began uncoiling the hose over the plants.
“He’ll probably get mad anyway.”
Shauna shot her an amused look. “That husband of yours is kind of like a chihuahua, isn’t he?”
Jackie frowned. “What do you mean by that?”
“Nothing. That’s a nice dress, by the way.”
She was talking about the blue babydoll dress Jackie was wearing, the soft fabric brushing against her sun-kissed, bare thighs.
“Listen,” Jackie breathed in softly, swallowing hard a few seconds later, “you have to leave me alone. What happened yesterday… it can’t happen again.”
Shauna didn’t answer for a few seconds, and it bothered Jackie that she couldn’t see her face since she was turned away.
“You talk like I’m the one always chasing after you,” Shauna said finally, and Jackie couldn’t help but feel a sting at the teasing edge in her voice. She didn’t even need to see Shauna’s face to know she was smiling, like it was all some kind of joke. “Let me remind you—you were the one who kissed me.”
That immediately made every muscle in Jackie’s body tense up.
“It doesn’t mean anything.”
It just means I was so horny I couldn’t think straight.
That much I can admit.
Nothing more.
Right?
“Whatever helps you sleep at night,” Shauna shrugged.
That only made Jackie angrier. “I’m really in love with Jordan, you understand that? Don’t think that just because I kissed you yesterday it means anything. It doesn’t.”
“You’re such a liar, Jackie. You’re nothing but a sad, desperate slut. I actually feel sorry for you.”
Jackie blinked, her eyes nearly going wide, but not before a sharp pulse between her thighs made her cheeks flush bright red.
“But it doesn’t matter,” Shauna said, turning to offer a cocky, teasing smile. “I’m not interested in desperate little sluts like you anyway.”
Those words hit Jackie like a slap.
“Of course,” she shot back, her voice a mix of anger and frustration, “that’s why you bring all those sluts here to fuck.”
Shauna let out a dry laugh.
“They’re the ones driving hours just to get laid, and I’m the slut?” Jackie inquired.
“What is it now?” Shauna asked, her eyes sparkling with the smile that curved her lips. “Dying to be one of them? You want to be one of my little sluts? Is that it?”
Jackie’s face felt like it was about to explode from the reddish flush, hating that those words should only make her furious, yet they always seemed to travel straight to the core of her thighs—doubling the humiliation.
“You disgust me,” she spat out, watching Shauna laugh even harder. “So you admit it. You bring those girls here to fuck them.”
“What else would I bring them for?”
“You’re the worst.”
“You really are jealous, huh? What’s wrong? I thought your boyfriend gave you a good time in bed—or at least, that’s what you told me a few days ago.”
“I’m not going to talk about my sex life with you anymore,” Jackie sighed. “It’s already bad enough knowing details about yours.”
“You’re the one who always asks.”
“Because this is my parents’ ranch, and you spend every night on top of a different girl.”
“Not always,” Shauna shook her head, her eyes roaming over Jackie from head to toe. “Sometimes they’re the ones on top. Not everyone comes here to ride only horses, you know?”
Jackie’s frustration boiled over, a mix of anger and embarrassment twisting in her chest.
“You’re unbelievable,” she said, shaking her head. “You—”
Her words were abruptly cut off as Shauna aimed the hose at her, the water hitting her immediately—as if she hadn’t been humiliated enough already. So now she was gasping, her hair plastered to her face, droplets running down her cheeks.
“Sorry. You were saying?” Shauna smirked.
“You’re such a—”
Another blast of water hit her, even faster than the first.
“Sorry. What was that?”
“Stop it, Shauna!”
Shauna laughed in response, and that’s when Jackie grabbed a clump of dirt mixed with hay from the ground and threw it at her, hitting Shauna squarely on the arm, only making her laugh harder.
“Looks like you don’t really mind getting your hands a little dirty at the end of the day, huh?”
Jackie lunged forward, scooping up handfuls of dirt and hay and letting them fly at Shauna, who immediately stumbled backward, slipping on the loose ground. With a playful grunt, Jackie pushed herself after her, tackling Shauna gently onto the ground. They tumbled in a heap, dirt dusting their clothes and hair, laughter and exasperated groans mixing in the air.
Jackie straddled Shauna for a moment, leaning over to smear dirt across her shirt, unable to contain the smile curving at her lips. Her body pressed closer, and for a heartbeat, the world seemed to tilt; a rush of warmth quickly coiled through her, her senses deliciously spinning as she felt the brush of Shauna’s bulge—that fucking bulge on her pants—right against her clothed cunt.
And Jackie couldn’t help the soft, involuntary gasp that left her mouth.
“Fuck,” she moaned. “Oh—fuck.”
Shauna’s lips parted silently, her chest rising subtly as she drew in a soft breath, her dark eyes locked on Jackie.
“Fuck,” Jackie pleaded, her voice sounding more pitiful than she intended. “Just stop that—”
“I’m not doing anything.”
Jackie let out another small moan, her hands unconsciously against Shauna’s sides as she leaned closer, pressing her hips against Shauna even harder, grinding her clothed cunt against the bulge. She kept repeating the same action until shame and her own conscience reminded her that this was wrong.
Jesus. What was she even doing?
And she couldn’t lie—the first voice she heard in her head was her own, telling her she couldn’t do something like this to Jordan.
What the fuck is wrong with you?
Get the fuck up.
But no amount of reasoning was enough at first to make her stop.
It felt so unbelievably good.
It was heaven.
A simple press against her cunt that felt better than anything she’d ever felt before.
And yet, somehow, she managed to pull herself away. To stand up on trembling legs and step aside.
And then she saw it: the small wet patch she’d left on Shauna’s pants—right over the bulge, to be exact. Right where she’d pressed her clothed cunt, covered only by a pair of lace panties that clearly hadn’t done a good job at hiding the evidence.
Shauna looked down slowly, inhaling sharply as she noticed it too. And maybe she was about to make a joke, make fun of Jackie, maybe she had a teasing comment ready. Sure. Maybe.
But then she saw Jackie’s face—the shame so obvious and loud it looked like she was about to panic right there.
“Oh my God. Fuck—sorry—”
“It’s okay,” Shauna shook her head, her voice calmer than Jackie had expected. “Seriously.”
“Fuck, I’m so embarrassed—”
“Don’t be,” Shauna reassured her. “You have nothing to be embarrassed about.”
But Jackie couldn’t respond to that. Not with her senses closing in on her—the uncomfortable wetness between her thighs, the sharp, insistent throbbing on her cunt.
She started leaning back, retreating as fast as she could.
“Jackie, wait—”
But she didn’t stop to listen to Shauna, nor did she want to. On the contrary—she ran into the house and hurried into the bathroom, locking the door, her breath still caught in her throat.
She needed a cold shower.
***
“Your cousins are coming tomorrow,” her mother announced, lifting her wine glass to her lips and taking a slow sip. “I thought it’d be nice to invite them over.”
Jackie straightened a little, tracing idle circles on her plate with the tip of her fork, her mind miles away from the scene—except for the brief glances she kept stealing at Shauna, who sat directly across from her, eating in silence. Every time their eyes met, Shauna’s calm, steady gaze met hers without blinking, and Jackie would instantly look away, her breath catching faintly in her chest.
“Caleb and Stella,” her mother continued, and Jackie finally looked up at her, offering only a half-hearted nod. “They’ll be sleeping on the couch since the guest room’s taken.”
She was referring, of course, to the room where Shauna was staying.
“I can take the couch for a few days,” Shauna offered quickly. “I really don’t mind.”
“That won’t be necessary, Shauna,” Mr. Taylor assured her with a warm smile. “You work hard around this ranch. The least you deserve is a good bed to rest in.”
And to eat a different pussy every night.
The thought alone sent a rush of irritation through Jackie, every part of her recoiling with a sharp, frustrated huff.
“Everything okay?” Jordan asked right away, his tone edged with concern.
“Yeah,” Jackie exhaled, forcing a smile. “I’m just not that hungry, that’s all.”
She could feel Shauna’s gaze on her—quiet and somehow piercing—and she swallowed hard.
“I think I’ll go back to my room,” she murmured, drawing in a sharp breath. “I’m tired.”
Her mother didn’t protest, and her father merely gave her a faint, approving smile. Meanwhile, Shauna’s eyes followed her gently as she rose from her chair. For a brief second, Jackie dared to meet her gaze—somewhere between shy and defiant—only to retreat just as quickly, shame prickling beneath her skin.
“Wait for me in bed, babe,” Jordan blurted out, slipping an arm around her waist. “I’ll take a shower and join you as soon as possible.”
Jackie forced another smile, swallowing hard before leaning in to press a light kiss against his lips. Her eyes fluttered shut for the barest moment—only to open again a heartbeat before the kiss ended, locking onto Shauna. Shauna’s dark eyes didn’t waver; they stayed fixed, deliberate, tracing every motion, every touch.
And that—God, that filled Jackie with a quiet, intoxicating satisfaction she couldn’t begin to name.
And that was what made her bite back a smile, only to grab Jordan and kiss him again—this time a little harder, with a little more intent.
Not because she wanted to. Desire had no place in that moment.
It was all about the purpose—making sure Shauna saw it.
The quiet, consuming obsession of doing it for her. In front of her.
The quiet thrill of pressing her lips against Jordan’s because of the reaction it might stir.
Not from him.
But from Shauna.
***
She found Shauna near the stables a while later, once everyone had gone to bed—Jordan included. The house and the ranch were wrapped in darkness, lit only by the pale glow of the moon and the warm light spilling from Shauna’s room.
Since that room happened to be right across from Jackie’s, it was impossible not to notice that the light was still on—and that the door was left slightly open. Through the open window, Jackie could see perfectly well that the room was empty. Which could only mean one thing: Shauna was somewhere out there, lost in the quiet night, doing God knows what.
Not that Jackie spent her nights glancing through her window, observing Shauna’s room. Not that she lay awake after kissing Jordan goodnight, her mind looping mercilessly through image after image of Shauna.
Shauna splitting logs, her biceps flexing as the axe came down clean through the wood, like she was born for it. Sweat sliding down her neck, disappearing beneath her shirt, her fingers gripping the handle with practiced ease.
Except, yes. That was exactly what Jackie did.
And she couldn’t stop.
So there she was—hurrying down the stairs and stepping out into the night, wearing nothing but a short pink nightgown, looking for Shauna. And she found her in the stables, still dressed in her work clothes with a brown jacket draped loosely over her shoulders.
She wasn’t working. She was simply standing there, running her hand along the neck of one of the horses—a beautiful one, as white as snow.
“Were you looking for me?” Shauna asked, catching Jackie off guard—she’d thought Shauna hadn’t even noticed her. “Shouldn’t you be in bed with your husband?”
“And shouldn’t you be in bed with some new girl?” Jackie shot back, arching a brow.
“Don’t start, Jackie,” Shauna warned, her tone low and firm. “I’m not in the mood tonight.”
“You’re the one who started,” Jackie protested under her breath. “And I’ve told you a thousand times—don’t call him my husband. He’s not.”
“He will be soon,” Shauna replied simply.
Jackie swallowed, stepping a little closer, her gaze drawn to the slow, tender way Shauna’s fingers moved over the horse’s mane—a gentle, absent-minded touch. It was such a contrast to the roughness in those same hands when she worked—carrying buckets of water, splitting firewood, gripping tools with strength and precision.
It was mesmerizing.
“What are you doing out here at this hour?” Jackie finally asked.
Shauna lifted one shoulder in a soft shrug. “Felt like a night walk,” she murmured. “Being with the horses is comforting.”
“Aren’t you tired?”
“A bit. But I couldn’t sleep.”
“Me neither,” Jackie said quietly. “Couldn’t fall asleep.”
Shauna paused for a moment, inhaling softly before turning to look at her—calm eyes meeting hers with quiet steadiness.
“Wanna pet him?”
Jackie blinked. “Mm?”
“The horse,” Shauna clarified, a small, genuine smile curving her lips—not one of her usual cocky smirks, but something softer. “His name’s Marco.”
Jackie’s lips curved into a faint smile. “Did my parents name him, or did you come up with that yourself?”
“That was me,” Shauna said, a hint of pride in her voice. “Now come here—give me your hand. You’re not scared of horses, are you?”
“They just… kind of intimidate me. The size, I mean. The size intimidates me.”
“Definitely heard that from girls before,” Shauna replied with a low, breathy smile, her eyes flicking away for a second before returning to the horse.
Jackie parted her lips in a sharp, uneven inhale, her cheeks instantly flushing pink—like some high school virgin caught off guard.
Shauna let out a quiet laugh, her hand closing firmly around Jackie’s, her skin rough against Jackie’s—evidence of how hard she worked. “Hey, it’s okay,” she said gently. “He won’t bite. Animals can sense people’s energy right away, you know?”
“And what if he doesn’t like mine?” Jackie asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
“Oh, he will,” Shauna replied, certain and soft all at once. “Trust me—he’ll like you.”
She guided Jackie’s hand forward, her palm warm against Jackie’s trembling fingers as she brought them closer to the horse. The animal huffed softly, its breath warm against Jackie’s skin, and Shauna kept her touch firm but patient, moving her hand in a slow, reassuring rhythm over the horse’s silky mane.
“See?” she murmured, her voice low and close to Jackie’s ear, quietly making her shiver. “He’s gentle.”
For a few seconds, they stood like that—Jackie’s hand resting over Shauna’s, both of them stroking the horse in sync. Then, slowly, Shauna withdrew her touch, letting Jackie continue on her own.
“There you go,” she said softly, watching her. “Good girl.”
The words hit Jackie like a spark under her skin—unexpected, electric. Her throat went dry, and she felt her knees weaken just slightly, a dizzy warmth unfurling deep inside her as she fought to keep breathing normally.
She swallowed hard and turned her head slightly, finding Shauna’s face so close to hers that the nearness alone stole her words. For a heartbeat, she forgot what she was doing—her hand still against the horse’s coat, but motionless.
Then the horse let out a sharp whinny, startling her, and she jerked back instinctively, nearly stumbling—but Shauna caught her right away, her strong arms circling from behind to steady her.
“It’s okay, it’s okay,” Shauna whispered, her breath warm against Jackie’s neck. “He just got jumpy because you stopped petting him. I think he likes you so much, he didn’t want you to stop.”
Jackie gasped—partly from the scare, partly from the feel of Shauna’s arms still around her, the warmth of her breath and voice ghosting against her neck.
“That’s no way to treat a lady, Marco,” Shauna scolded the horse, her tone firm but playful. “Look at how much you scared her.”
Gently, she took Jackie’s hand again and guided it back to the horse’s neck, her touch steady and sure. Under their joined hands, the animal seemed to calm almost instantly—its breathing easing, muscles softening as Jackie’s fingers moved in slow, careful strokes.
“Can I ask you something?” Jackie broke the silence, her voice trembling just a little.
Shauna seemed to consider it for a few seconds before answering. “Sure.”
This time, Jackie turned her head, meeting her gaze—those dark eyes shadowed under the dim light of the stables.
“Why did you come to my parents’ ranch?” she asked softly. “Did you really need a job?”
“I did,” Shauna said after a pause, swallowing and taking a slow breath. “But I could’ve just found a job closer to home…”
“Then why did you come here?”
Shauna pressed her lips together, her gaze flicking—almost involuntarily—down to Jackie’s mouth before she spoke. “Because I knew you’d be coming here this summer,” she murmured, her voice low. “And I had to see you. No matter what.”
Oh.
“You knew I was getting married?”
“Your wedding’s on September twenty-fourth,” Shauna replied, her eyes never leaving Jackie’s. “Jordan’s in that small-time band that plays in half-empty bars. You two went to Paris last year—beautiful hotel, by the way. I saw the photos on your socials. Just like I see the ones with your college friends, all those smiling faces you post with. I look up the places you tag. I know where the apartment is—the one you’re moving into with him. I know exactly when you started dating. I know everything. I’ve been keeping track of you all these years, without stopping for a single moment. So yeah,” she breathed, her voice dark and unflinching, “I knew you were getting married.”
Jackie felt her breath catch, lodging somewhere high in her throat. Those words should’ve terrified her. They should’ve made her step back, run even, call Shauna crazy, insane. But instead, they pulled her closer—like an invisible thread tightening between them. Her heart thudded painfully against her ribs, heat rising uninvited to her skin, traveling from her cheeks to her lower stomach.
For one humiliating instant, all she could think about was how wrong it was to feel drawn to something like that, to someone like Shauna.
And about how impossible it was to stop.
She felt like she had to drag the words up from somewhere deep in her throat. “And what do you intend to do?” she asked, voice thin. “Don’t you care that I’m engaged?”
“Damn right I don’t,” Shauna said. “If anything, it just makes me want you more.”
Jackie swallowed; her legs suddenly felt unsteady. “You don’t care that you could break an engagement? That you could ruin a wedding?”
“I couldn’t care less,” Shauna replied, eyes steady and unashamed. “More than that—I want to break it. I want to take you away from him. Steal you.”
“Yeah?” Jackie gasped, the word leaving her almost as like a moan.
“Yeah. And I know you’ll let me. Because I can see it—how badly you want me, how desperate you are for me to get my hands on you.”
Or in me.
Jackie’s pulse thundered in her ears; she didn’t move, didn’t breathe.
“Or are you going to deny it?” Shauna went on, her lips hovering so close to Jackie’s that she could feel the warmth of her breath. “You can try, but it’s written all over your face.”
Jackie stayed frozen, caught in a kind of trance, her heart hammering so hard it felt like it might burst from her chest. Before she could move or protest, Shauna leaned in first, and Jackie’s eyes closed instinctively, trembling with a mix of anticipation and longing for Shauna’s lips to crash against hers.
But instead of meeting her mouth, Shauna’s lips brushed lightly against her cheek—so faintly, so teasingly, that Jackie could only let out a frustrated gasp.
And that’s when her gasping turned into a tiny whine, echoing softly through the stable, because one of Shauna’s hands quietly slipped under her nightgown, past her underwear—and now she was touching her.
No. Not touching her.
Shauna was touching her.
Right where Jackie needed her the most, her rough hands sliding up and down Jackie’s folds—warm, wet and inviting.
Jackie’s jaw dropped, every single one of her senses spinning into a haze. She couldn’t think clearly—her mind reduced to a raw kind of need. The moment lasted only a few seconds before Shauna pulled her hand back, and Jackie let out a soft, helpless whine of protest—silently begging for Shauna to touch her again.
No. Please—don’t.
Please. Please, please, please.
And it was then that her eyes opened as Shauna brought the two fingers—wet and glistening with Jackie’s wetness—to her mouth, her eyes nearly closing as she licked them. Tasting them.
Tasting Jackie.
And she didn’t just lick them; it seemed like it wasn’t enough for her. She licked and licked until it seemed she hadn’t left a single trace of Jackie on them.
Until it looked like she was silently begging for more, all while Jackie could do nothing but watch, her face flushed and body alight with heat, her cunt throbbing painfully between her thighs, aching for Shauna’s hand to return and touch her again.
But Shauna seemed to have only one goal: to toy with her. To push her to the edge, then snatch it away without warning.
That was the Shauna standing in front of her now, smiling with that teasing expression.
“You should go back to your bedroom,” she said softly. “Your husband will miss you in bed.”
Jackie didn’t say a word.
She couldn’t—her throat was tight, her chest heaving, her body still burning with need.
She could barely breathe, every nerve alive with ache and frustration.
Shauna bid her goodnight with a smile and left, returning to her own room.
***
“Let’s play hide and seek,” Caleb suggested. “Who’s in?”
Jackie’s cousins had arrived that morning and had spent the entire afternoon running around the place like maniacs, exploring every corner as if it were their first time there. Part of Jackie couldn’t deny that a small part of her envied them—she wished she could feel that kind of excitement at that stupid ranch. But all she felt was frustration.
Of course, it wasn’t the ranch’s fault.
She was probably frustrated with her whole life in general.
The ranch was just another inconvenience.
“I mean, it’s just the four of us,” Stella, Jackie’s older cousin, said.
“What about the girl who works here?”
“Shauna?” Jackie interjected from the sofa where she was sitting. “I don’t think she’s interested in playing.”
And honestly—neither was she.
Still, her cousins—persistent as ever—kept at it, nagging until they went off to the stables and brought Shauna along.
“Could be fun,” Jordan said. “It’s been years since I’ve played hide and seek.”
Jackie frowned. “Fun? Are you kidding me?”
“Think about it, babe,” he laughed. “This is a huge ranch. It’s the perfect place for hide and seek.”
Jackie glanced at Shauna, who shot her a quiet smile—not a genuine smile, but a teasing one.
“Your fiancé is right,” she nodded, and Jackie rolled her eyes at the way she said fiancé. “It could be fun.”
Of course—she was only saying it to get under Jackie’s skin. And it was working.
Jordan offered to be the one who counts and does the seeking, joining Caleb and Stella. But Jackie immediately shook her head, her mind still rejecting the idea.
“I’m not playing,” she said firmly, sinking back into the sofa. “This is stupid. We’re not ten anymore.”
But Caleb and Stella weren’t having it. They hovered around her, whining and pleading, their voices full of excitement. “Come on, Jackie! Don’t be such a killjoy!”
“Yeah, it’ll be fun!”
Jackie rolled her eyes, muttering under her breath, but the persistence wore her down. With a resigned sigh, she looked up at Shauna and saw her watching her silently, almost as if she had something in mind.
“You know what? Fine. I’ll play,” she sighed. “Happy?”
Caleb and Stella high-fived each other with a triumphant smile, and a few minutes later, Jordan was counting down and they were all trying to find a place to hide.
And because Jackie wasn’t in the mood to put in any effort, and winning didn’t matter to her at all, she just ran off to the stables. Night had already fallen, the sky dark and dotted with stars, casting shadows across the ranch. She slipped inside the cool, dimly lit stable and found a spot in the back, tucked away behind stacks of hay. It was cramped and plain, with nothing but golden straw around her, but it was hidden well enough that no one would think to look there.
Settling down among the hay, she leaned back and a sigh escaped her lips.
A few minutes passed in silence, and then, suddenly, all of her senses snapped to attention. She heard a sound behind her, and before she could react, a hand clamped over her mouth, making her eyes widen instinctively, panic flooding her. Her body froze, her heart hammering in her chest.
“Shh, it’s okay,” a voice quickly murmured against her neck. “It’s me.”
And she immediately recognized the voice.
Right.
Of course.
“Did I scare you?” Shauna whispered, her voice dangerously low and dropping with a kind of teasing Jackie was already very familiar with.
Jackie nodded, Shauna’s hand still firm against her mouth—but she didn’t protest.
When Shauna slowly withdrew her hand from her mouth, Jackie spun around, immediately picking out Shauna’s face in the dim glow of the stable. The shadows played over her sharp features, her eyes dark and glinting with hunger, like a predator watching its prey.
“You followed me here?” Jackie gasped.
Shauna smirked. “I did.”
Following a natural instinct, one that seemed to take over her completely and push all reasoning aside, Jackie leaned in and pressed her lips hard against Shauna’s. She moaned into the kiss, feeling Shauna’s grin against her mouth, which only made the kiss wilder, more frantic, messy in the most intoxicating way. Shauna immediately took control of the kiss—of Jackie—her tongue exploring every corner with fervent intent.
Jackie felt everything inside her begin to spin, a dizzy rush that made her pulse race. The need clawing at her was too intense to let her stay still. Her hand moved on its own, sliding down to Shauna’s pants, her breath quickening in ragged, hungry bursts as her palm came to rest over the bulge in Shauna’s crotch.
She gasped, her lips parting as the kiss broke, accidental and jagged. “What’s that thing you always keep in your pants? Is it… one of those things from the bathroom?”
“One of those things?” Shauna’s voice was teasing, slow, deliberate, and her grin stretched across her face, sharp and knowing. “One of what, exactly?”
“One of those… cocks,” Jackie breathed out, her chest rising and falling, heat crawling up her neck. She knew Shauna just wanted to hear it from her. “Is that what you always wear?”
Shauna let out a dry, almost amused laugh. “It’s not a strap, no,” she said, her eyes locking on Jackie’s with a spark. “It’s a packer. You know what that is?”
Jackie swallowed hard, her throat tight. “I think so. Do you… use it for sex?”
“No, I don’t use it for that. I just like having it,” Shauna murmured, her eyes flicking up, sharp and teasing. “Would you like to use it for something in particular?”
Jackie’s lips parted softly, and slowly slid her hand over the bulge, gasping not only from the sensation but from the way Shauna’s breathing grew ragged for a brief moment.
Jackie hurried to wrap her arms around her neck, desperately trying to straddle Shauna’s lap, even though her desperation was so obvious and everything in that barn was so dark and surrounded by so much hay that she couldn’t quite get it right. It was Shauna who helped her, taking her by the waist and firmly seating her on her lap. And that’s when Jackie moaned—almost whined—her cunt throbbing and wet beneath her underwear, deliciously rubbing against Shauna’s bulge, making her see stars in every possible color.
Her head fell weakly onto Shauna’s shoulder.
“You like it?” Shauna murmured, her voice surprisingly gentle yet still carrying her usual raw roughness. “Feels good, right?”
Jackie nodded, whining even louder. “So good—fuck...”
“You want me to make you come?”
“Yes—please—yes!”
“Does he make you come?” Shauna asked, her voice velvety against Jackie’s skin—almost like a wet caress.
“Who? Jordan?”
“Yes. Does he make you feel good?” Shauna pressed, and Jackie ground harder in response, her hips completely losing their rhythm. “Is he good to you in bed?”
Somehow, Jackie managed to find her words between gasps and moans.
“No, he—fuck!—he doesn’t make me feel anything.”
“Is that so?” Shauna smirked, roughly grabbing Jackie by the hair to force her to look into her eyes. “And me? Do I make you feel good?”
Jackie nodded desperately, her eyes pleading and almost tearful. She didn’t even care about the condescending tone, about the way Shauna obviously already knew the answer to every one of those questions but still wanted Jackie to say it out loud anyway.
“Say it. Use your words, Jackie.”
Jackie locked eyes with her, the rhythm of her hips quickening, the bulge of the packer pressing hard against her, against her clit—sending a wave of desire so intense inside her that she felt like a waterfall was about to pour out of her.
“You—you make me feel so good,” she cried out, her hands gripping Shauna’s shoulders tightly to keep her balance. “He doesn’t compare to—oh, God, Shauna…”
“You gonna come, princess?”
“Fuck—I’m—”
“What if he comes in right now?” Shauna whispered, and Jackie immediately recognized the satisfaction and pride in her voice as she said those words. “What if he walks in and sees us like this? Sees you like this, being my little whore?”
Jackie shook her head, panic and desire twisting together in her chest.
No. That couldn’t happen.
Jordan couldn’t see them.
Couldn’t see her like this.
But even as she denied it, a small, wicked part of her shivered with excitement at the thought. It made her feel insane, guilty—twisted, even. But she couldn’t help it.
“And what if I slipped into your room at night while you’re lying next to him, and started fucking you right in front of him, so he could see everything?” Shauna continued, her smile growing wider with every word, eliciting more soft moans from Jackie. “And when I fuck you in front of him—and trust me, I will—I’ll make sure to fuck you so hard that he’ll start crying. I want to make him cry. I want him to see that you’re my whore and that you belong to me and only me. How does that sound, huh?”
And Jackie’s head dropped, letting out high-pitched, desperate whimpers, completely overwhelmed by the orgasm forming in her lower stomach, taking control of her entire body. She shivered, trying to cover her mouth with her hand but Shauna was quick to stop her, forcing her hands on each side of her.
And she came hard—so hard everything around her blurred, turning into a hazey pool of darkness, white dots all around it.
For a few minutes, as everything around her slowly began to take shape again in the middle of the darkness, she tried to catch her breath, her body burning from head to toe as if a fever had taken hold, every corner of her throbbing silently.
And suddenly she heard it—Jordan’s voice at a distance, approaching the stable.
She immediately pulled away from Shauna’s lap, gasping the moment her eyes met Shauna’s—full of satisfaction and arrogance, scanning her from head to toe with a smirk.
Jordan walked along the barn, and that’s when he laughed, spotting them hiding among all the hay, behind the wooden block.
“I can’t believe you’ve been here for more than half an hour,” he said, stepping closer.
“Not a bad hiding spot, huh?” Shauna laughed, addressing Jordan with all the innocence in the world.
Jackie cleared her throat, avoiding both of their gazes.
“Tell me about it,” Jordan chuckled. “I found Caleb and Stella during the first five minutes. I’ve been looking for you two this whole time.”