Page 17 of The Rancher

Remy squeals, then moans as I sink my finger inside her again. Her hands grip the sides of my head, her fingernails skating across my scalp as she pulls me close. Every noise she makes, every gasp, fills my ears with perfect joy.

Mine. The word sizzles through my mind as I lick firmly, determined to satisfy my woman completely. As I feel her pussy tighten around my finger and hear her breath beginning to rasp, I realize I want to give Remy more than just sexual satisfaction. I want her to see another angle of what life could be like here when she moves in with me. When she chooses to stay with me, and fully realizes that we are one hundred percent meant to be

"Oh!” she gasps, her grip on my head tightening. So that's what she needs: for the pressure to build gradually.

Noted again.

I groan with her, inhaling her sweetness, treasuring every second that her skin quivers under me and she gives into this incredible lust between us. "You're delicious, baby. Let me feel you."

I dig back in immediately, finding just the right rhythm as she nods, grabbing at my hair desperately, grinding my face into her soft pussy. My palm is against my chin as I keep thrusting my finger inside her twitching, clutching channel. Then I add a second one, stretching her slightly and making her cry out, "Yes!"

I honestly don't know if I'll be able to fit my cock in here. The thought makes my shoulders tremble, but I try to blank my mind, focusing only on Remy.

Every moan and involuntary movement gives me another shot of pride. I'm already completely addicted to this woman. What's it going to be like six months from now? I'll be throwing her onto the kitchen island and eating this pussy every time she comes downstairs to make coffee. I'm going to be fingering her in the shower and pinning her against the wall of the stable every chance I get.

My cock certainly agrees with this plan, jumping hungrily in my jeans, begging for relief. Release. Anything.

I keep trying to ignore it as my free hand reaches up to pinch Remy's nipples gently, back and forth. Her belly hollows out, hips stopping for a moment and freezing in place. Then her pussy clamps down on my fingers hard as she comes with a wail, her thighs shuddering around me.

Holy ever-loving fuck, she's beautiful. Cheeks flushed, eyes wild. Hair messed up, t-shirt and bra still bunched awkwardly up around her shoulders. As she slowly comes down, I lap up her juices, savoring every drop as I drag my tongue around her clit, her opening, every inch of her softness.

This is my first taste of my future wife, and the life we're going to have together.

I help her sit up, then pull her back onto my lap. Her smile is slow, and her breathing is off-kilter. "That was…" She blinks up at me. "Wild. Thank you."

"No, thank you, beautiful." I lick my lips salaciously, waggling my eyebrows. "Best meal I've ever had in my life."

Her laugh rings out around us, then I scoop her into my arms and stand. "Your bedroom or mine, sexy?"

She stares at me for a moment, then nods. "Yours. But this time, you’re going to be the one getting tucked in."

10

REMY

I’ve never experienced anything like this before.

Stone cares for me. Really, truly cares. It's wild and terrifying, as well as a deep comfort. I think it’s even more important than the way he makes me feel physically.

Curled in his arms as he walks up the stairs to his bedroom, my entire body is still tingling from the most intense orgasm I've ever had. I've experimented with my own fingers a couple of times, but still. It’s like comparing a sparkler on a birthday cake to a citywide fireworks display for the Fourth of July. They’re barely in the same category.

Stone sets me on my feet, then peels off my tangled t-shirt and bra. His arm wraps around my waist, pressing my completely naked body against his clothing. I can taste myself on his lips as he kisses me deeply, as if trying to drink me down.

This heat feels completely amazing, but the way it’s so…amplified…can’t be normal.

Our tongues dance together as his hands slide up and down my body as far as he can reach, then I fist the front of his shirt. “No fair. Your clothes are still on."

He grins. "I like it." Then he laughs as my hands ball into fists and pepper his abs with a volley of featherlight punches.

“Fine, fine," he grumbles, yanking off his shirt and pitching it across the room. Then he pulls off his socks while I stare. Damn. This man is ripped. I suddenly feel ridiculously tiny.

"Pants on or off?" His voice is guttural. Growly. It's making my pussy wet all over again.

"Off."

My breath hitches as his belt, jeans, and shorts hit the floor. His thighs are extremely muscular. The V-lines over his hips are literally mouthwatering. But the swollen shaft in the center is just… My hands automatically wrap around it, tentatively grazing my skin up and down against his.

"Is it supposed to be that hard?" I whisper. "And…twitchy?"