Memories on the Ozarks (Close)

Dan nodded with a grunt and lifted her leg up. He took his cock and rubbed it against her slick pussy lips before he slid it in with ease. Once his entire rod was wet with her juices, he picked her up and began to pump in and out of her. Dan was lost in the sensation of being within Becca; he had never felt anything so right before in his entire life.

He swung her around and carried her, still impaled upon him, into the living room where the fire still burned. Laying her upon the couch, he kissed her again as he sunk his cock deep within her.
 
She cried out in ecstasy when he finally gave her what she wanted. Her arms wrapped around his neck as she became weightless in his arms. Moaning, she buried her face in the crook of his neck, taking everything he had to offer her. As he carried her to the living room, she kissed a trail along his neck, gently biting the skin between his shoulder and neck.

Feeling the couch beneath her, she loosened her grip from around his neck. She felt secure beneath him, and relished in the feel and taste of his lips. Their bodies seemed made to complement one another, and every touch of his fingers and move of his hips sent a fire through her.

It didn’t take long for their passion to build inside of her. She couldn’t remember the last time she had experienced a real orgasm. With one more push, Becca was hit with wave after wave of overwhelming frenzy. Her legs clenched around him as she cried out, her fingers digging into his back.
 
He felt her cum, her pussy clenching, spasming, around him. “Oh thank God.” He murmured.

Dan had been holding his own orgasm at bay for the past five minutes; he had been holding it forever it seemed. He worked his hips harder, driving into her with force. Each pulse sent bolts of electric pleasure down from the head of his dick.

His testicles drew up and his body began to shudder. Quickly he pulled his cock from her drenched love hole and slid it up along her clit just as he came all over her strip of pubic hair.

Dan collapsed next to her on the couch, breathing heavily, exhausted all over again. He leaned over and kissed Becca on her neck just as he heard a knock on the front door and saw Matt’s head looking in the glass windows set in the door. “Holy hell…” He grabbed the throw blanket from the back of the couch and tossed it over Becca.
 
Her body was truly spent by the time he rolled off of her, and she closed her eyes in contented lethargy. The pent up sexual tension that had been between them for so long had finally been appeased, and Becca was left wanting more of him. When his lips pressed against her neck, she smiled as goose bumps rose on her flesh. The knock caused her body to jump, and as she looked at the door, her stomach knotted up.

She gladly accepted the blanket and wrapped it around her, looking like a deer caught in headlights. Looking from the door to Daniel, she was at a complete loss. It was obvious that he had seen, and probably heard, them, so ignoring the door was not an option.
 
Dan looked back up toward the door. At least the perv ain’t still watchin… He thought before standing. He went to the door and opened it a crack. “Uh. Hey Matt. Can you give us a minute, we were right in the middle of something.”

Matt had a huge smile on his face that made Dan grin. “Sure thing, no problem.”

Dan shut the door and went back to Becca. He picked her up in his arms, cradling her against his chest. With another kiss, he carried her down the hall and into her room. Dan lay her on the bed, “Would you care to get dressed, Miss Becca?”
 
Becca felt horrified at the knowledge that Matt had caught them. The thought when through her mind that he had possibly been watching long before he ever knocked. A helpless expression was on her face as she peered up towards Dan as he walked back over to her. The heat in her face was evidence enough to her that she was blushing, and she carried that blush all the way down to her bedroom. Nodding silently, she offered him a sheepish smile before he left.

She cleaned up in the bathroom before she threw on a pair of shorts and an old t-shirt. Staring at herself in the mirror, she realized for the first time how healthy she looked. By the time she had left Nick, her skin was always pallid and she looked sunken and haunted. Working out in the sun had darkened her skin and there were sprinkles of freckles that had appeared. Smiling at herself, she realized that Dan had made her feel like a desirable woman, and she couldn’t recall ever feeling that way.

Running a brush through her hair, she walked back out to the living room and found Matt and Dan sitting down.

“You feelin better?” Looking at Matt, she had a slightly critical look in her eyes as she surveyed him. It was evident by his slightly bloodshot eyes that he’d had way too much to drink and too little sleep the night before.
 
His jeans were back on, if nothing else, and Dan had opened the door for Matt. They sat in the living room with fresh mugs of coffee, a third prepped for Becca. Dan looked up as Becca returned, a massive smile filling his face.

Matt had issues looking Becca in the eye. “I swear. That is the last time I ever peak in yer windows. Sorry.” He stared at the floor for a second, “The, uhh, doors was locked.” He said, as if that explained everything. “Yeah, I’m real sorry ‘bout last night. Bits and pieces came back to me as I was cleanin up down at Danny’s place. I should have known that Danny would never betray a friend like that. And, Becca,” He averted his eyes again. “I wanted to say sorry about grabbin you like that. I didn’t mean to. I mean, I didn’t hurt you did I?”

Two and two came together for Dan in that instant and anger flashed in his eyes. The bruises on her arm. Were fingerprints. He hurt her. His hands clenched around his mug and his knuckles began to turn white.
 
She sat down next to Dan, feeling the same embarrassment that Matt felt. Guilt silently spurned her, and she almost felt like they had done something wrong. Perhaps it was because she and Matt had shared one heated moment, but she forced the guilt from her. The bruises had been forgotten until Matt broached the topic of his grabbing her.

“I’m fine. It’s okay. Your head wasn’t on straight.” Her tone came out gently, a look of understanding on her face. After all, she knew Matt had not set out to hurt her. In fact, he was trying to keep her from getting harmed.
 
“It isn’t ok,” Matt said, “but, I thank you for accepting my apology.” Matt sounded relieved.

Dan looked from Matt to Becca, and back again. “You… hurt her?” Dan set the coffee cup down on the table and started to rise from the couch. “What the fuck is the matter with you, Matt?” His jaw clenched. The idea of anyone hurting Becca made him feel sick to his stomach. The fact that she had ran out here to the farm in order to escape being hurt made it even worse.
 
Dan’s reaction caught her by surprise, making her jump as he stood up. She stood up quickly, resting her hand on his arm in an effort to keep him where he was. He looked ready to jump over the table and beat the life out of Matt.

“Dan, he wasn’t trying to hurt me. He was trying to get me to leave so I wouldn’t get hurt.” Her heart was pounding in her chest at the sudden hostility that went unspoken from Dan. She had learned quickly that the quieter a person spoke the more anger there was inside. “I’m fine. Really.”
 
The rage hadn’t quite overcome him yet, Dan was struggling to maintain control. Becca’s hand on his arm was a calming presence. It spread over him slowly. He stood there for another minute, listening to Becca and glaring at Matt. He reached down suddenly and snatched his mug from the table. He took it into the kitchen and refilled it.

Dan turned on the water and washed his face and focused on Becca - her face, her calming spirit, her gorgeous hazel eyes, the bruises… No! Dan thought, forcing it from his mind. Instead, he pictured the love they had made, the animalistic desire they brought forth in each other. Finally, he began to calm down and he returned to the living room. “I’m sorry.” He mumbled as he took his seat next to Becca.

Matt looked somewhat sheepishly up to Dan, “I am sorry, Danny. It won’t ever happen again. In fact, this mornin’ I decided that I’m gonna quit drinkin.”
 
A fear was beginning to creep into Becca as Dan left the room, and she found herself wondering if Dan had a more aggressive side to him. It had taken Nick years before he showed his true colors, and a near panic rose inside of her that Dan could be the same way. When he returned, she felt a sense of relief that he had calmed down. She watched him warily, though, as if she were waiting for something to happen.

It didn’t, and she found it a little easier to breathe. At Matt’s proclamation, she turned her attention back to him.

“I think that’s a good decision. We’re here if you need us.”
 
Dan nodded to Matt and a slight smile crept into his eyes as he heard Becca mention that “we’d be there”. It made him feel good to think that they were a couple. He wasn’t sure if she would freak out after having sex with him or not, lord knew she had freaked out over lesser things.

“All right, Matt. Congrats.”

“Soooooo…” Matt said, his smile beginning to return, “You two? A couple?” The smile grew to full force, Matt was beaming. Dan looked at Becca, a question in his eyes.
 
She and Daniel had not really discussed their relationship or where they were going with it. They had given in to raw passion, but she wasn’t really certain as to where they were going from here. Her eyes met Daniel’s as he looked at her, and she shrugged.

“I don’t know.”
 
Matt looked from Danny to Becca. “Ahhh. Ok then. I really just came up here to tell you both thanks for last night and this mornin. I count you both as good friends.”

Dan was feeling exhausted, but he really wanted to include Matt in at least part of the discussion that he and Becca had had earlier. He felt it’d be a good idea to have someone else watching their backs, even if it was from the next farm over.

He also wanted to get some equipment to the farm to add electronic protection.

“Becca?” He said not wanting to make Matt feel awkward, “Can we talk in the kitchen for a minute?”
 
His request took her by surprise, but she nodded and complied. Her body was beginning to long for sleep, and even as she walked into the kitchen, it was a struggle to keep her eyes peeled open. Dan inquired about talking to Matt concerning the Nick situation. Sighing, she nodded.

“Would you feel all right talking to him without me? It was hard enough talking about it once, and if I don’t get sleep soon, I’m going to fall asleep on my feet.”
 
“I kinda figured you might feel that way. I’ll take care of this.” Daniel kissed her and then added, “You were wonderful, by the way.” He watched as she walked down the hall to her bedroom.

Dan touched base with Matt regarding Becca’s past. Matt had gone through another wave of regret over his actions last night as her back story put a new light on his actions. Dan reminded him that he was already forgiven and the two let it drop. They began to make plans for the security of the main house.

They made phone calls and scheduled security guys to come and install equipment in the main house for later in the week. Dan tried to push for sooner but it just couldn’t be done. Since nothing more could be done, and all of his weapons were back at his cabin, Dan took Matt’s gun from Becca’s truck and kept it loaded in his nightstand.

Shit. We could have a lunatic coming here, and the farm is chock full of kids! Gonna have to talk to Becca ‘bout that.

After a bit, Matt took off for his own farm as he had plenty to do and a wife to start winning back.

Dan checked the doors and windows as well as Becca. She looked so peaceful sleeping there, he again found himself wondering how anyone could bring themselves to harming her. He must have stood in her doorway for a good five minutes before turning and heading back to his own bed.
 
Becca was thankful that Dan was willing to talk to Matt without her. She smiled at his kiss, adoring the taste of him. Her face turned red at his proclamation, and she merely walked away. Crawling between her sheets was heaven to her skin, and it took no time for her to drift off into much needed sleep.

By the time she woke up, it was dark outside. She felt guilty that an entire day had passed and she hadn’t gone out to see Brisa. Ever since that first day she had seen Marcus manhandle the mare, she had felt incredibly protective over her. Crawling out of bed, she turned on a couple of lights so she could see her way around the house. It was so quiet she wasn’t sure if Daniel was still in the house. She wanted to go check on the horses, but she was hesitant to leave without Dan’s permission.

Peeking into the guestroom, she couldn’t help but smile at his sleeping form. There was something cozy about him. She stepped quietly inside and sat down on the bed next to him. Leaning down, she planted little kisses on his face until he partially woke up.

“I’m sorry to wake you up. I just wanted to let you know I was gonna go down and check on the horses.”
 
Dan murmured in his sleep as she kissed him. When he awoke enough, he reached up and pulled her down to him and his waiting lips. “I guess all that college education was good for somethin,” he teased, “you din’t just sneak out this time. Good girl.”

He glanced at the window and saw that he had slept through until dark. “What time is it?” he asked as he rolled out of bed and slipped his jeans and shirt back on. After his shirt was on he slipped the revolver into his belt at the small of his back.
 
Becca erupted into giggles as he slowly woke up, finding him so endearing. A squeal escaped her lips as he pulled her over, the warmth she had expected fully enveloping her. His bed was just as cozy as she’d envisioned.

“It’s 8:30.” Stretching out on the bed, she yawned as he got dressed. Her muscles tensed as he slid the gun into place. Becca hated guns. Rolling out of bed, she headed out the door. Sliding into her boots, she grabbed her keys and the two of them rode down to the stables. After checking on Brisa and Kallisti, Becca felt more confident.

Becca turned and looked up towards the loft. The clouds that had been hanging over the farm for the past week had finally taken a vacation. Without a word, she began climbing up the ladder to the loft. Once she was up there, she pushed open the window, getting a clear view of the country sky.
 
Dan wondered if he would be able to walk the farm without thinking that someone was stalking Becca ever again. How could he let her out of his sight? How could he not blame himself if something happened to her?

He sighed and climbed up the ladder after her. Dan moved in behind her and wrapped his arms around her tiny waist, staring at the stars with her. “You know, Becca, we could be very good together.”
 
She had assumed that he would follow her up, and he hadn’t disappointed her. Smiling as his arms slid around her middle, she leaned against him. A small shiver of excitement ran through her body as she realized that she could feel every intricate muscle beneath his shirt. At his words, she couldn’t help but laugh.

“Dan, we can’t get along for more than an hour at a time. “ She turned slightly so she could see his face, a charming smile on her face. “How in the world can we make it work?”
 
“So… we keep separate rooms.” He laughed along with her. “We seem to do ok so long as we have doors to slam in each other’s face.”

Dan kissed her as she was turned toward him and his hand slid up to cup her breast. He’d be damned if he didn’t want her again already. Right there in the hay loft.
 
A smile crossed her face, silently conveying how sadly true that statement was. Becca would never admit it, but she still harbored a distant fear that Daniel would change. He would become what she feared every man to be. His soft kiss dismissed the thoughts from her mind, and she melted into him. Reaching up, she laid her hand on his cheek, her fingers gently running along his stubble. She felt a twinge as his hand felt her, that same aching desire returning.

Moving slowly, she turned her body around without breaking contact with his lips. Her hands softly caressed his muscles as she realized how much she wanted him to make slow, sensual love to her.
 
Dan unbuttoned the blouse she wore and pulled it from her body. He freed her breasts from their confinement and kissed her gently all over. Dan paused at her nipples and gave them the attention they deserved until the nipples grew large and puffy.

With a twist of his fingers, her jeans opened up. She lay back into the hay and he peeled her jeans and panties from her as if he were peeling an exotic fruit. His lips and tongue traced the contours of her thighs and calves, his fingers working into the muscles as he went.
 
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