Weston Ranch, Fisher's Story (13 page)

Fisher changed out of his dirty clothes, threw on some shorts and a shirt. He called Claire
’s phone, cursed
when it went to voicemail.
He looked out his living room window towards her house. Her truck wasn’t there.
Glancing at the clock, it was two p.m.
Where is she? He called Lexie’s phone, hoping at least one of her sister’s know where he could find his prey.

“Hey Fisher, what’s up?” Lexie said right away as she answered.

“Where is Claire?
I need to speak to her
,” he said hurriedly.

“Maddie told me that Claire had an appointment with the bank about a loan. I do know that she spoke to Asher about selling him some of her share of our land to make the down payment she might need,” Lexie said.

“Asher is doing what?” Fisher asked outraged. He just spent the morning with him
,
and
he didn’t say one word about possibly buying any land. Yes, he had the
money to do so, so did Fisher.
I
f anyone was buying her land, it would be him.

“I’m upset t
oo. Claire needs to have a
fallback
plan
,
and
that land was her
inheritance,” Lexie said.

“I’ll handle it. I’ll call you later
,
okay?” Fisher hung up after assurin
g Lexie that he would handle it,
a
nd
he would handle it indeed.
He tried calling Asher’s phone with no luck.
He grabbed his keys, jumped in his truck and drove to the local bank in town.
Sure enough, he found her truck parallel p
arked.
He
parked right behind her, close enough to her bumper that she wouldn’t be able to escape unless the
car parked in front of her moved
.

He strolled into the bank, nodded at one of the tellers. He bypassed the counter in went to the only office in the small bank. He didn’t bother knocking.

“Fisher? What are you doing here?” Claire asked after a moment of confusion. He could see hope in her eyes at seeing him. He looked over to Adam Bines, the loan counselor
and then back to her
.

“Y
ou win. You don’t have to do this.
I will sell you my land,” the word
s
tumbled out of his mouth.

“Don’t worry Fisher. Mr. Bines here denied me the loan request,” she said quietly, placing her hands in her lap.

Fisher looked more closely at her.
Her eyes held
unshed
tears
,
disappointment was written on her face.

“Why was she denied?” He asked Adam, sitting down beside Claire, taking
hold
of her right hand.

“There are many reasons.
M
ainly, she’s young
. T
here is a massive financial risk with what she
wants
to do, while she has
good
credit
,
it isn’t enough, and finally the land isn’t worth the amount she is asking for,” he said, checking
off
something on the papers in front of him.

“What if she had land
available
, but she just needed a business loan for the camp?”
Fisher asked.

“W
ould the land be used as
collateral
?”

“Yes,”

“I would have to work some numbers and depending on the amount of the loan, we might be able to help.
Do you want to me to redo the loan as a business one?” Mr.
Bines asked Claire.

Fisher matched Claire’s stare and nodded to Adam to go ahead with a new application.

“Can you call Claire when you are done? I would like to take her someplace and talk,”
Fisher asked him.
Claire remained frozen
.

“Sure. This will take a few hours. Let’s set an appointment for tomorrow.
I will call her here in an hour to gather more information.
Okay?” Mr. Bines asked politely.

Fisher escorted
a frozen Claire out of the bank and b
undled her up inside his truck.
He took her home to his house, thankful that parents were gone for the moment.

“
I was denied,”
Claire repeated, dropping on the sofa.
Fisher kneeled down in front of her, rubbing her hands in his.

“I’ll fix this for you. Take my land
.
I’ll lend you money if you need it. Everything will be okay sweet heart,” he murmured to her.

“Why,”

“I waited for six years for you. I was a fool to let you leave the first time. I’m not about to let you go again. Spending last weekend with you made me realize what I would be giving up. I am not letting you go,” he said.

Fisher undressed her and eased her back onto the bed. Blissfully naked, his cock jumped to attention. He spread her legs and nestled himself in front of her glistening pussy.
He started stroking her clit
with his rough fingers,
while he
used
his tongue to
zigzag
inside her
pussy
.
He clamped down on her hips as she tried to squirm away.
She exploded on his mouth, screaming out her pleasure.

“Turn over, on all fours,” he swatted her ass as she eagerly complied. He
freed his erection, pulled his pants down out of his way and
entered her from behind.
She was dripping wet and so tight.
He put his hand in the center of her back and pushed her down so that her pert ass was sticking up in the air.
He groaned as he pumped into her
faster, h
olding her sides as he slammed
his cock inside over and over. Her
fingers digging in the comforter on the bed, she was begging him to allow her to come. He reached around and rubber her clit as he fucked her faster.

She met his heated gaze over her shoulder, her h
eavy lidded eyes and red cheeks causing him to go over the edge. They slumped down on the bed as they came together.
What felt like hours,
which
was probably only a few minutes
in reality
. He pulled out of her and went to clean himself up, only to come back and find Claire snuggled under the covers, fast asleep.

He lef
t her sleeping peacefully. This felt right
. I
t was
absolutely
the right decision. He called the bank and spoke in detail to Adam about his land, the appraisal that he already had done for the new house and the assurance of his own money if Claire needed it. He hung up
the phone
,
positive Claire would receive
good
news in the morning.
He went back and climbed into bed, cuddled her close and fell asleep.

Chapter Ten

Claire held Fisher’s hand tight as they made their way into the office at the bank, at eight the next morning.
Her thoughts were running in every direction.
Fisher
assured
her before they left that everything would work out. She wanted to believe him. She was
na
i
ve
to have believed her business plan would convince the bank to lend to her.
Now, she was to get Fisher’s land and not
land
in Arkansas. Everything
was happening too fast for her.

“Miss Hicks, Mr. Weston. Please sit,” Mr
. Bines invited with a smile on
his face.
Claire breathed a sigh of reli
ef. His manner was encouraging, that and he had a stack of paperwork waiting on his desk.

“Good news
Miss.
Claire. We are going
to approve the loan for the Special Needs facility and camp
, providing the zoning is approved
and Mr. Weston co-signs,” he smiled.

“Mr. Weston co-sign?” Claire asked questioningly at both men.

“I assured Mr.
Bines that I would co-sign on the loan.
It was the only way they were willing to do it,” he told her.

“You knew and didn’t tell me?”

“Claire, please. We will talk about this later, after the loan process is finished. I didn’t do it for you. I have my own selfish reasons,” Fisher gave her a crooked g
rin and a fast peck on the lips
before turning to Mr. Bines.

“Let’s get everything ready and signed,” he told the loan counselor.
It took an hour to get through everything.
The purchase agreement, terms and conditions, transfer of deeds and signing endless papers for both of them
,
b
ut
it was done and over with. Claire
was staying home. That in
itself was
a
n
enormous
burden off her
shoulders.

“We need to have a serious talk,” Claire glared at Fisher standing on the sidewalk outside the bank.

“I’ll follow you home, we can talk at your place,” Fisher said.

She clamored into her truck and drove home, Fisher right behind her the whole way. She called both of her sisters
,
and
they would be there. She needed to tell them how everything went anyway.
She called Asher to see if he was still interested in buying her share of the land.
She didn’t want to have this loan with Fisher’s name hanging over her head longer than necessary.
He would meet her at the house. She didn’t tell him about Fisher’s involvement with the loan. They still thought
she was leaving for Arkansas
.

“Congrats on the loan,” Asher said, greeting her as her and Fisher stepped inside.
Maddie and Lexie were both home at the same time for once.

“When are you moving? Not too soon I hope,” Maddie said as she hugged her.

“I’m not moving. I’m staying here actually. Let’s sit in the living room
,
and
we will explain everything,” Claire told everyone, grasping Fisher’s arm, she propelled him and the rest to the living room. She sat down, pulling Fisher down beside her. Maddie sat in the lazy boy recliner
.
Lexie and Asher sat on the love seat.
It seemed that they worked something out
. T
hey seemed happy
, at least for now
.

“Fisher’s allowing me to use his land,” she told the group.

“He sold his land to you?” Asher asked, surprised.

“
No
, he is allowing me to use it for the camp. The loan is a business loan to get the camp started.
He co-signed for me. It was the only way for to get the loan,” she answered.

“
Wow, that was very generous,” Lexie exclaimed.

“There is still a lot of work to do. I have so much to get together, people to get in touch with. Now I feel as if I am in over my head. I was going
to ask you two for help,
” she said towards her sisters.
“Are you still interested in my share of our land?” She directed this to Asher.

“No. If anyone buys your land, it will be me and I’ll no arguments,” Fisher declared before Asher could answer.

Asher didn’t say anything, just shrugged his shoulders. “Is there anything else I can help with?” He asked.

“I will take of most of it. Claire needs to get
together
the proper people that will be employed
,
and
we have to take this to the village council and get it approved. Then we will seek help if we need it,” Fisher answered before Claire had a chance too. She frowned at his tone.
It was like he was taking over and leaving her the small stuff.
Her frustration lever grew as she sat
there, listening to Fisher making
plans with her sisters about
her own
camp.

“Since you know what I want. I’ll let you handle everything,” Claire snapped at Fisher and left the room.
She needed to do something productive
,
or else she would go crazy.
She changed out of her dressier clothes and into some jeans and a
tee shirt
.
She snuck out of
the house amidst the arguing in the living room.