Page 141 of Reins

She lets go of my dick with a pop, then raises her grinning face up to kiss me.

“You’re the best kind of death of me,” I murmur, dragging her across my lap.

Her yellow sundress hikes up to her hips, covering us as she lowers herself to sink me into her soaked pussy.

“See? Isn’t that better?” Her tongue pushes into my mouth, still laced with salty pre-cum.

My fingers dig into her thighs, bracing her for a firm thrust. “I’m just gonna wear you like a belt. Pack you around while I talk to the McCulloughs about adding that second brand. Would you like that?”

Her chin tips in laughter that makes her inner muscles squeeze my shaft.

“It would be fitting. They’re talking about expanding and we’re here breeding like rabbits.” She tips my hat back, running her fingers through my hair to tug me back into another scalding kiss.

“Is that what we’re doing?” The thought makes my nuts tingle. “Am I putting another baby in my sexy wife?”

Her nose brushes mine as she bites her lip in a mischievous grin. “No,” she exhales, raising to crash her sweet cunt around me again. “You already did.”

Ep April

“Why don’t we just move here?” I lean back under the hot Italian sun and readjust the tiny beach pillow under my head.

“You know I’d go stir crazy without a mountain to hide on.” Ford turns over, readjusting his crotch before settling against the towel. His broad back glistens with tattoos that melt into his tanned skin.

“But all the hustle on the ranch, if they really do expand to that second location, it would make things so much busier for you.” I roll to my side, unable to resist tracing his newest ink.

My name, followed by our two babies. I love that there’s room underneath. Just. In. Case.

“Remember that big fuck-up last winter with the trucks and loading? Won’t it get even worse with another fifty thousand acres to keep track of? It made you grumpy.” I lean closer, brushing my lips over the dark marks as my palm drifts down his side.

“Frosty, I’m always grumpy,” he chuckles. “Unless I’m folding you in half, everything else irritates me.” His white teeth flash under his sunglasses when he lifts the corner of his Stetson to look at me.

But then his lip droops at the corner. “Do you want to leave Black Gulch?”

I can feel those gray eyes through the tinted lenses.

I know the history they carry in their stormy gaze.

“No. I just notice that you seem happier when you’re here.” I push another kiss against his shoulder. “That’s all I want.”

He lets out a long exhale, then rolls, pulling me to him until our sweaty sun-soaked skin adheres. “I’m here with you. And for a while I can dump all of my worries and bullshit in my head on the ranch. It’s easier to be grumpy about stuff I have control over than the stuff I don’t. But I need that outlet. Otherwise, I’d get pissy here too, for no reason. Just because I hate the man I used to be and that’d be all I have to think about.”

“Well, we don’t want that. I mean, it’s not like you can fold me in half all the time.” I wiggle against him, feeling his barbells press against my belly.

“True. At least at the ranch we have people we trust to watch the kids. And…they’ve offered me stake in the new additions if we stay.” His brows raise even as his palms lower to grind my hips against his.

“So we’d be part owners?” I blink at him in surprise. I never expected them to offer that. The McCulloughs have always been family, but this feels so much bigger.

“We would.” He lifts his head to nibble on my chin. “I want our kids to know what it’s like to belong. It’s something I always struggled with.” He tucks a lock of my hair behind my ear, his thumb lingering over my jaw.

I bite my lip against the surge of emotion. “Me too.” I admit. “Me too.”

Ep Ford

“I don’t have any doubts, kid.” I clap Sawyer on the back. “You’re worried about shit that hasn’t happened.”

He ducks his head in a nod and fidgets with his ballcap. “Soph and I went through the numbers a hundred times. It makes sense on paper, but actually doing it?” The up and down motion of his chin shifts to side to side. “I dunno. Maybe it’s too much too fast?”

“There ain’t nothin’ in cattle that moves quick except the dogs at their heels.” I point with my forehead toward Roscoe nipping at an ornery steer avoiding the chute. “They’re like the problems we gotta always face, kid, pushing us in directions we aren’t sure if we should go.”