Page 26 of The Rancher

“Stone,” she stammers. “You didn’t have to…I mean…you can’t…”

“Too late. I did.” I grin. “I also added something that your house was missing.”

She glances around. “What?”

“Ice in the freezer. Can you take a look that I got enough, please?”

Remy seems confused but goes over to look in the freezer. She gasps when she pulls out a little black box.

I pivot, dropping to one knee on the hardwood floor in front of her, and open the box for her, since her hands are shaking wildly.

“Remy, you are the love of my life.” I slip three rings onto her finger. “You know I’m beyond obsessed with caring for you. It would be my great honor to be your husband and care for you forever.”

She’s shaking and blinking back tears as she nods.

“Is that a yes?”

“Yes!” She leans in to kiss me gently, then laughs. “I love them, but why three rings?”

“The plain one is your wedding band. I’ll be stealing that back for a few months but wanted you to see what they all looked like together.” Lifting her hand, I turn it in the light. The second ring has a large diamond with smaller clusters on each side. The third has three groupings of small diamonds in a row, without a big central stone.

“See how they fit together? I thought you could save the big one for when we go out, and keep the small one for everyday, or working with the horses.”

“They’re stunning.” Remy’s eyes sparkle as she laughs. “I love that there’s a big one and a little one, just like my houses.”

My girl is always beautiful, but when she has that spark in her eyes, she's so sexy I can barely control myself.

Gripping her hips, I explore her curves, then run my hands around her perky ass. She's gained a few pounds over the past year, becoming even sexier. Curvier. Stronger. There’s more light in her eyes.

She looks around the small room, down at her sparkling finger, then back at me. "Holy crap," she mutters. "All I ever wanted was a permanent roof over my head that I owned." Her hand is shaking again. "Now I've got two houses. Two engagement rings. Two part-time jobs I love. Two horses."

"Shoot." I shake my head. "Is one husband going to be enough for you?"

Her response is to grab the bottom of my t-shirt and rip it off. "I think so. If you keep trying very hard."

"Baby, I'm always hard when you're around."

She laughs when I knock my elbow on the table as we awkwardly strip each other. "We've done it in almost every room of the big house," I murmur as soon as Remy is beautifully naked. "I'll be damned if I'm going to let the tininess of this house stop me from ravishing my brand new fiancée."

“And I'm not going to let my dream house stop me from riding my dreamy fiancé's cock."

I capture her lips. "You know what it does to me when you say that word, right?" I moan.

“Fiancé? Or cock?” She grabs my length, stroking slowly as I lie on my back right on the floor. Her soft hand pumping me feels amazing, but I need to taste her.

"Mmm, both. Go ahead, baby. Ride that hot pussy on my face. Then I'll let you ride something else.”

Remy kneels over me, squealing when I grip her hips and pull her open pussy down onto my mouth. She grips the counter for support as my tongue flutters against her tender pink button. It only takes a moment for her pussy to grow wet and for her clit to swell against my lips.

"Delicious," I murmur into her skin. Reaching up with one hand, I squeeze her breast, lightly pinching her nipple. I leave the other hand holding her hip to make it easier for her to move against me, flex her thigh muscles and rock back and forth against my tongue.

It only takes a few more minutes until my wife-to-be is gasping, twitching, moaning for me. Grabbing her ass with both hands, my fingers dig into her soft flesh as I pull her close, licking hard and fast until I hear her scream, muffled by her thighs around my ears.

As soon as she becomes quiet again, I slide her down my body. She gasps for air while I kiss her deeply, keeping her on top of me.

"Tell me how you want to be fucked." There's that growl in my voice that she always brings out of me. Last night we made love on the patio under the stars for nearly an hour, so I wonder if that’s how she wants to start today. "Soft and romantic? Perky and fun?"

"Hard.” The word is gritty, as if it’s stuck in her throat. Her beautiful blue eyes lock with mine as she nods. "The whole two houses, two rings, being yours forever thing is so intense. I want to feel that."