Hot Westmoreland Nights Part 11

And now he knew why.

For the first time in his life he wanted to have a serious relationship with a woman. And he now knew more than ever that what he felt for Chloe wasn't just a s.e.xual thing. Tomorrow was officially her last day at the ranch, although she had agreed to spend Friday and Sat.u.r.day night with him on the range sheepherding.

He could tell from the murmurs he'd been hearing over the past couple of days from his men that she would be missed, and it wasn't just about the meals she had prepared for them. It was about the woman they had come to know. A woman who took joy in making their nourishment.

Yet she had remained professional while developing friendships with them. They looked forward to seeing her in the morning and again at noon. She not only talked to them, but she also listened. On occasion, he knew she also offered advice to a couple of the men when they'd inquired as to what to purchase their wives for birthday and anniversary gifts.

They would miss her, but none of them would miss her more than he would. In just two short weeks she had touched him, given him a bone-deep feeling of total and complete satisfaction, one he could not have explained until now.

He leaned over and brushed a kiss across her brow. Last week he could barely make sense of what was happening to him, but now he knew and accepted his fate. He loved this woman. He really loved her.

And he wanted to keep her.

He knew that might be easier said than done. She might not want to have a relationship with him, one with the potential of going somewhere. She might like her life like it was now-not seriously involved with anyone. That Daren guy had probably left a bad taste in her mouth. In that case, he would do whatever he needed to do to make her change her att.i.tude about a serious affair.

Unfortunately he did not have Callum's patience. Starting now he would rev up his campaign to win her over, prevail in getting her love. At least his situation didn't appear to be as hopeless as Dillon's had been when he'd met Pamela. At the time she was engaged to marry someone else. But with his encouragement Dillon hadn't let that stop him.

Now was time to take some of the same advice he'd dished out to Dillon. He knew what he wanted and there was no excuse in his not getting it. He had a goal. By this time next year Chloe Burton would have a permanent place in his bed as his wife.

"Are you okay, Chloe?"

Chloe glanced over at Ramsey. No, she wasn't okay. Saying goodbye to his men had been the hardest thing she'd ever had to do. And she had fought back tears when they'd given her a going-away gift.

"Yes, I'm okay," she said, knowing she really wasn't. Ramsey had helped her to clean up the kitchen after lunch and then she had thrown a couple of items into an overnight bag. When she had stepped outside it was to find a huge RV parked in his yard. He had explained that the modern-day sheepherder believed in living out on the range with all the conveniences of home. Granted most didn't have anything this large and extravagant. The majority of them did have campers that they pulled behind their trucks and would set up residence without having to sacrifice doing without satellite television, indoor bathroom and kitchen and dining facilities.

The luxury coach Ramsey was driving was his own personal beauty and as Chloe glanced around she was impressed with just how nice it was, and how much an expert driver he was behind the wheel. This was definitely a luxury coach worth owning. It was a home away from home on wheels. His men had already taken the sheep up in the high country, a portion of Ramsey's land that connected to Dillon's. Chloe hadn't been aware of how much property the Westmorelands owned until now.

"The men are going to miss you."

She smiled. "And I'm going to miss them."

"And I'm going to miss you as well, Chloe."

Chloe thought about the words Ramsey had just spoken as she watched him kill the engine of the RV. He glanced over at her and the pull that was always there between them was tugging at her today in the worst possible way. "And I'm going to miss you, too, Ramsey."

He leaned over and she was there, meeting him halfway over the vehicle's console. And when their mouths connected she thought that nothing could get any better than this.

He pulled back, but not before taking his tongue to swipe across her lower lip. "Come on, let's get out so I can show you the rest of the property while there's still daylight."

Moments later, holding hands they walked near the area where the sheep were grazing. One of Ramsey's men, Pete Overton, smiled when they approached. "Now that you're here boss, I'll just skedaddle so I'll be on time for the party." Pete's oldest son would be graduating from the university tomorrow and his wife had planned a party in his honor. Ramsey had volunteered to tend to the sheep until Pete came back to relieve him Sunday morning.

"Sure, Pete, and give Pete Jr. my congratulations and best wishes. I know that you and Jayne are proud of him."

Pete beamed proudly. "Thanks, Ram." He then glanced at Chloe and his smile got even wider. "The guys and I meant what we said earlier today, Miss Chloe. You're going to be missed. n.o.body makes homemade biscuits quite like you do."

Chloe returned his smile. "Thanks, Pete." They then turned and watched Pete get in his truck and leave.

"Pete is a person who doesn't take to people easily, but it's plain to see that he likes you," Ramsey said, wrapping his arms tightly around Chloe's waist.

She leaned into him. "I know," she murmured, resting her head back against Ramsey's chest. "I like him, too. I like all the men who work for you."

Ramsey introduced her to the four dogs that would be manning the herd and told her the animals made a sheepherder's job relatively simple. The dogs were the ones who looked after the flock, making sure none of the sheep wandered off and alerted the sheepherder to any mishaps.

After Ramsey gave her a tour of the area where the sheep would be grazing for the next few months, they returned to the travel coach and ate the sandwiches Ramsey had purchased from a deli in town.

Then when it got dark he took out folding chairs so they could sit outside under the stars. They ended up doing a lot more than just sitting under the stars. Ramsey selected a nice spot to spread a huge blanket on the ground where they made love, under the beauty of a Colorado sky. Later when the night turned chilly, they went inside the coach and after taking a shower they tumbled in bed to make love all over again.

The next morning after a breakfast they had prepared together, they walked the area checking on the sheep. After lunch they curled up in each other's arms on the sofa and watched several video movies. Chloe could tell that neither she nor Ramsey wanted anything to intrude on their idyllic weekend.

Ramsey told her about how he'd grieved after the deaths of his parents and his beloved aunt and uncle. He explained how he'd had to put aside his grief to care for his siblings.

She was touched that he'd shared details about that heartbreaking moment in his life. She was tempted to share things with him as well. She wanted to tell him that although she was too young to remember much about her mother, what she had recalled while growing up was the sadness that always appeared in her father's eyes on her mother's birthday, their anniversary day and during the holidays. That was one of the reasons she was glad for the happiness in her father's life now. But there was no way she could tell Ramsey that without telling him everything and he'd made it known he wasn't ready for any hard-and-heavy discussions between them.

Later that night they showered again together. The moment he pulled her inside the shower with him and water began spraying down on their naked bodies, Ramsey turned her into his arms and kissed her, while pinning her back against the wall.

He reached up and turned off the water and then getting down on his knees, he spread open her thighs to get the taste he always seemed to want and was intent on getting whenever he could.

The sensations he could evoke with his tongue inside of her had Chloe moaning and it took all she could not to scream out loud. Ramsey had introduced her to lovemaking in its richest form; positions that were so erotic her knees weakened at the thought of some of them.

She did scream when his tongue delved deeper into her and she gripped tight to his shoulder. And just when she thought she couldn't take any more, he eased up, lifted her to wrap her legs around his waist and then he plunged into her.

With whipcord speed he began thrusting inside of her as another scream from her filled the shower stall. She then heard herself begging and pleading for more, for him not to stop and to do it harder. Those were words she never thought she would utter, which proved just how over the edge she was. Just how Ramsey's lovemaking had torn up her mind.

Her legs tightened around his waist even more, locked him inside of her as much as possible. He threw his head back and let out a curling snarl that sounded like pain, but the look of his face showed it was definitely one of pleasure.

His features distorted in s.e.xual gratification were a mirror of what she was feeling. And when she felt him explode inside of her, she felt her world get rocked as he continued to pump inside of her as impa.s.sioned heat rushed all through her body. And then he leaned closer to her and captured her mouth in his.

His kiss s.n.a.t.c.hed her breath and, combined with the shudders ripping through her, was almost too much. His kiss was hungrier than before, just as intense. And when he finally released her mouth, she slumped against his wet chest. Regaining strength to lift her head, she met his intense gaze and it took everything within her to hold back from telling him that she had fallen in love with him.

Pete returned to relieve Ramsey early Sunday morning. Ramsey couldn't wait to get back to the ranch so that he and Chloe could have a serious talk. If he had any doubts in his mind that he loved her, then this weekend only confirmed it. He hoped he would be able to put into words how he felt and why he wanted them to continue what they'd started.

He glanced over at her. She'd gotten quiet on him and he would allow her this private time. He'd come close twice this weekend of telling her how much he loved her. But he'd held back, not wanting to screw things up.

He drew in a deep breath when they pulled into his yard. b.u.t.terflies were going off in his stomach. He'd never been nervous around a woman before. h.e.l.l, he'd practically raised three of them. But this was different. It wasn't every day that a man poured out his heart the way he planned to do. But he had to be careful how he did it. He didn't want to run the risk of scaring her off.

"Will you be talking to Nellie before she returns tomorrow, Ramsey?"

Her question broke the silence that surrounded them in the RV. He turned off the engine and leaned back in his seat. "Yes. She's supposed to call today."

"Good."

Ramsey couldn't help but smile. He found it amusing how loyal she was to his men. He parked the RV on the side of the barn and when they got out they walked to the house holding hands. For him it seemed such a natural thing to do.

Ramsey opened the door and once inside Chloe said, "How would you like a cup of coffee?"

"I'd love one. Thanks."

At that moment the phone rang. "That's probably Nellie calling. I told her I'd return this morning around eleven."

Chloe nodded as she headed for the kitchen.

"h.e.l.lo?"

"Mr. Westmoreland?"

Ramsey didn't recognize the feminine voice. "Yes?"

"This is Marie Dodson of the CDS Employment Agency and I regret we were unable to serve your needs before. However, if you're still in need of a ranch cook, I have someone who might work out for you, and she's-"

"Whoa," Ramsey said, cutting in, confused by what the woman was saying. "You did serve my needs. The woman you sent to us two weeks ago worked out perfectly and-"

"There must be some mistake. We didn't send a woman to work for you."

Now Ramsey was really really confused. "Sure you did. Chloe Burton." confused. "Sure you did. Chloe Burton."

There was a slight pause and then, "There's no Chloe Burton working for us. The woman we had planned to send you was Constance Kennard. Because of a mix-up, she was sent to another job by mistake. I called myself that Monday morning around nine-thirty to inform you of what happened but was told you weren't available. The woman who answered your phone said she would make sure that you got the message about what happened."

A knot tightened in Ramsey's stomach and a frown settled between his brows. What Marie Dodson was saying didn't make sense. Chloe had shown up that morning. She'd been late but she had shown up. And there was no doubt in his mind that Chloe could cook. Every single man in his employ could attest to that. But if what Ms. Dodson was saying was true then..."

"Mr. Westmoreland?"

Ramsey pulled in a deep breath. "I'm going to have to call you back Ms. Dodson."

"Oh? Well, okay."

No sooner had Ramsey hung up the phone, Chloe walked in with two coffee cups in her hands. Ramsey stopped her in her tracks when he asked in a fierce and angry voice. "Who the h.e.l.l are you?"

Eleven.

Chloe was knocked speechless by Ramsey's question. Pulling in a deep breath she thought it best to place the cups of coffee on the table before spilling them all over herself. Her hands were shaking because she had an idea why he'd asked what he had.

She exhaled a nervous breath before she spoke. "That's a crazy question, Ramsey. You know who I am. I'm Chloe Burton."

"Are you?"

"Yes."

He crossed his arms over his chest. "And you work for CDS Employment Agency?"

"No."

He lifted a brow. "No?"

She nodded. "No. I don't work for CDS."

He frowned. "Well, who do you work for then? I didn't contact any other employment agency for a cook."

"I work for myself."

She could tell her answer surprised him. "Yourself?"

"Yes, and while I'm at it, I might as well tell you that I'm not really a cook. I enjoy cooking but normally do so for pleasure."

Ramsey didn't say anything for a long time, he just stared at her with an intense look in his eyes. He was angry to a degree that she had never seen before in him. Even when they'd been at odds with each other during that first week, he hadn't been this angry.

"I'm going to ask you one more time," he said through gritted teeth. "Who are you? If the employment agency didn't send you and you're not a bona fide ranch cook, then who are you and why did you pretend to be Nellie's replacement?"

Her hands nervously clenched into fists at her side. Now she wished that she had been more insistent when she'd wanted to tell him the truth a week ago. There was no doubt in her mind that now he would think the worst of her.

She stared at him, saw the hard, cold look in his eyes and knew it was too late. She cleared her throat. "I saw you last month in downtown Denver, going into a feed store. I thought then that you would be perfect."

"Perfect for what?" he almost asked in a snarl.

She swallowed deeply. "To be on the cover of Simply Irresistible Simply Irresistible magazine." magazine."

She watched the expression on his face as the implications of what she'd said became clear. "Do you mean to tell me that you work for that magazine?"

She shook her head. "Not exactly."

His eyes narrowed. "Then what exactly?"

She nibbled on her bottom lip. "I don't work there exactly. I own the magazine."

The next thing Chloe thought was that if looks could kill, she would definitely be dead...but not before getting sheared first. She watched Ramsey's lips tighten, his jaw clench and the eyes that glared at her appeared to be dark orbs. "And just what were you doing here that morning?"

"I had come to talk to you about being featured in my magazine," she answered.

"Why?" he said in a tone so sharp it almost made her flinch. "I'd told the person who called I wasn't interested."

"I know, but I wanted to meet with you personally. Try to persuade you to change your mind."

He shook his head. "So instead you decided to pretend to be my cook and sleep with me?"

She did flinch at that. "No. That's not true. I tried to tell you the reason I was here, but you were in a hurry to leave that morning and you left me here with your front door wide open."