The Sweep and the Noble Lady ~ Part II

“That lying, cheating, little scoundrel!” Marietta Sullivan looked at her best friend with disgust. Coralee had called her earlier that evening and the two were currently sitting out on the terrace, looking over the grounds where the stables were located and catching up on the town gossip. Of course Coralee’s gossip was most likely the juiciest at the moment. “You should serve him divorce papers and toss his worthless hide out. Seriously, Coralee, I don’t see why you haven’t done that already. It’s one thing to cheat, it’s another thing to not only get caught, but to get caught with your pants down while screwing the cook. Could he be anymore predictable?”

Coralee partially agreed with her friend, Jefferson had been beyond predictable having an affair with the help. Divorcing him though, no that she couldn’t do. She was a proud Southern woman, and Southern women didn’t handle their problems by sweeping them under the rug or pushing them out the door. No, they handled them by making sure the other party knew that they would not take being taken advantage of, and they did it by any means necessary and with style and grace, of course.

“Divorcing him would be too easy. What lesson could he possibly learn from that?” Picking up her glass of tea Coralee took a sip, hoping it would cool her down some from the hot summer Texas day. Standing, she crossed over to the railing and looked out over her ranch. “No, it has to be something more drastic than that.”

Marietta stood as well and moved to join Coralee, the animosity towards her husband was clear on her best friends face. Her dark mocha skin was pinched, causing the slightest of wrinkles to appear between her eyes and her full lips were drawn in a straight, tight line. It didn’t deter from her beauty though. As the former Ms. Midland, and Ms. Texas runner-up, not much of anything could deter from the woman’s beauty. Piling her dark black hair on top of her head and holding it there with one hand, she pulled out a fan from the purse she still had hanging from her shoulder and started to fan away the heat.

“What kind of lesson?” Marietta replied. “He would be penniless. He would have nothing, not even the clothes on his back. Which, might I remind you, was bought with your money.”

Coralee turned her attention away from where she had been watching the ranchhands working with her horses and smiled at Marietta. “I love my husband, Mari, I don’t want him gone. I just want him to learn his lesson. Enough so that he will never think about stepping out on me again.

Her best friend raised a brow in question. “You have something in mind, don’t you? Don’t you dare hold back on me, I want to know everything.”

“As any good Southern woman, I believe one should do unto others as they would have done upon them. Which means I plan on having Jeffereson find out just how hopeless and degrading it is to have their own spouse find pleasure with others, especially when that other is someone who works for you.”

Something over by the stables caught Coralee’s attention and she lost her train of thought. Stepping out of the open wooden doors was a male she hadn’t seen before. If she had, she certainly would have remembered him. Standing over six feet tall, he had strong, wide shoulders that stretched at the dirty white t-shirt he wore as he lifted a water bottle to his lips to take a long drink. She bet those lips were firm, just as she imagined that those hands were hard and calloused and would move over a woman’s body with confidence and strength.

His short brown hair was damp with sweat, and a strand of it fell against his forehead, drawing her attention to bright blue eyes. Running her tongue over her bottom lip, her eyes continued their journey over his body. He wore a pair of worn Wrangler that hugged his ass to perfection and a little purr escaped her lips over the discovery.

“What?” Marietta asked, pulling Coralee from the fantasy that had just entered her mind of finding out exactly how firm his ass really was.

“I believe I have just found the perfect candidate to fill the position.” And fill me, she thought as she watched the man toss the water bottle on a near bye stack of hay and head in the direction of the fenced in arena.

“Who?”

Without saying a word, Coralee pointed in the direction of the stable boy and she heard Marietta make an appreciative sigh.

“A man that looks like that could make a woman forget she even had a husband,” Marietta commented as they both watched as he lifted the hem of his shirt to wipe away the sweat from his brow.

Thank God for the Texas summer heat, Coralee thought as six-pack abs and tanned skin met her view. She had to bite down on her bottom lip to keep from making anymore noises.

“For eight hot, steamy nights I plan on having him do just that, and so much more.” Forcing herself to turn away, she looked towards the open door that lead to the great room and called out for her maid.

“Annabelle!”

Annabelle appeared out of nowhere, hustling out onto the terrace. “Yes, ma’am?”

“Come here, I need your assistance on something.” Coralee waved her over, giving her favorite employee a sweet smile.

Without question, Annabelle hurried over and stood next to her. Coralee slipped her aem through hers, turning them to face the grounds, then patted the maid’s hand.

“You see that man out there? Dark hair, strong jaw, and a body that makes a woman’s hormones dance with excitement?”

Anabelle squinted her eyes against the sun and searched the area. Her lips pursed together and then both brows drew up. “You mean Justin? The stablehand?”

“Justin,” Coralee purred the name at the same time the male in question turned in her direction and their eyes locked, causing a shock of excitement to course through her.

“Yes ma’am. His name is Justin Cash. I believe he just started working here a couple months ago. He’s a nice enough man, a little to rugged for my tastes. Did he do something wrong?”

“Wrong?” Coralee almost laughed. “No, he didn’t do anything wrong. I need you to fetch him, get him cleaned up and bring him to my room tonight, after sunset.”

“Ma’am?” Annabelle’s eyes grew wide at the request.

“Don’t ask questions, sweetie, just do me this favor.”

“Yes, of course.”

Once Coralee released Annabelle’s arm, the maid headed back inside the house to complete her duties.

“You are diabolical. Brilliant, but diabolical,” Marietta laughed. “That poor boy had no idea what he’s in for.”

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Justin Cash stood motionless as he met the eyes of Coralee Montgomery, the vision that owned the ranch he was working for. Never in his life had he seen anything sexier. She had curves that a man could spend all day exploring and that red hair said she was probably a wild cat in bed. Of course, she was married and he’d probably get his nuts cut off for even looking at her. But she was staring back, those green, cat like eyes looking at him like she enjoyed what she saw.

“Justin! Get your fucking head out of the clouds and get to work. You’re not being paid to drool over something you will never have. Sure, she’s nice to look at, but females like her don’t lower themselves to our level. Plus she’s probably stone cold in bed and she’s married.”

Turning his gaze away from the redheaded goddess, Justin nodded at his foreman and got back to work. He might never have a female like that in the flesh, but that didn’t stop his imagination from coming up with every possible way he could take her.

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The moment Coralee said goodbye to Marietta and stepped into the house, Jefferson was there blocking her path.

“You can’t seriously still be thinking about going through with this? Coralee, buttercup, I made a mistake. I admit to it. Give me a chance to prove how sorry I am.”

The look he was giving her reminded her of a lost puppy. While she found it endearing, it certainly didn’t make her want to let him off the hook. Stepping up to him, she placed her hands on the side of his face and rubbed her thumbs against his cheeks.

“My dear, sweet husband, you act as if you have a choice in the matter.” Her voice was soft and sweet, and her eyes looked into his with an understanding that told him she knew he meant what he said, but so did she. “You made your bed, now I plan on fucking whoever I want on those sheets. Life is about choices, darling. You made yours and now you will grin and bear the consequences if you want this marriage to continue.” Leaning up she placed her lips against his and sighed when he grabbed onto her hips and forced her closer.

He kissed her like a dying man, hot, hard and desperate, reminding her of the way they had once been. Back when there had been passion and a sizzling need whenever they were near each other. She kissed him back with just as much urgency. Soon she felt herself pressed up against the wall. She was so lost in the way his tongue was expertly moving against hers that she didn’t notice being moved.

Releasing her lips, Jackson started to nip against her neck, causing her to tilt her head to the side to allow him better access. “No one can pleasure you like I can,” he declared as his hand moved from her hip and cupped her breast through the thin, silk material of her blouse. Her nipple hardened against his palm and she let out a moan. He squeezed her breast once before traveling his hand down her body until he got to the short hem of her skirt. She didn’t stop him as he maneuvered his hand between her legs, in fact she widened her stance. His fingers found her heat through the lace panties she wore, and he started to rub them along her sex. Hips bucking for more, she moaned and grabbed onto his shoulder.

Pain stung at her neck suddenly. She had been so distracted by the feel of his fingers rubbing against her clit that she hadn’t felt his teeth nip hard against her neck until it was too late. She knew the purpose of that bite. He was marking her as his for whomever would see it. The action sent a thrill through her. It has been too long since she had felt like he wanted her. He wanted her now, just like she had planned. The feel of his cock straining against his pants, pressing against her belly was proof of that.

“You like the way I touch you, don’t you, buttercup?” Sliding his finger underneath her panties, he plunged it inside her then drew it in and out of her body several times before removing his hand completely. His eyes were stormy when he looked down at her. “No one can ever fuck you the way that I can, either.”

Smiling slowly, she patted his cheek then pushed him back. “I guess we’ll find out soon, won’t we love?” Straightening her clothes, she slipped out from between him and the wall. “Thank you for getting me all worked up for later. I would suggest you find some place else to sleep for the next 8 nights.”

As she started to walk away she heard him call after her, the anger and frustration clear in his voice. “You wouldn’t dare!”

Even though he could no longer see her face, she smiled a slow, devious smile. Not only would she dare, but she’d enjoy every moment of it.