Page 13 of His to Own

“About time you woke up, sleepy head.” She tips her head back, looking up at me. Juniper has a blanket spread beneath her on the grassy bank. A small creek runs through this side of the property and allows for a nice place to sit and enjoy the beauty of nature.

“Someone wore me out earlier,” I tease her. She’s propped up on her elbows, wearing my shirt from yesterday and giving me a delicious view of her upper thighs. I’d bet anything she’s naked beneath the cotton fabric, too.

“By the looks of it, not at all.” I’m wearing a pair of jeans, button undone, and she’s not wrong. My cock is rock hard as I imagine how she’d look taking my length to the back of her throat while I fuck her face.

“You’re out here, and the sun is shining. All is fucking well.” I bend down to place my cup of coffee out of the way. Where Juniper is, I’ll be right there beside her, behind her, or in front of her. I feel her hand touch the back of my calf, squeezing it gently, letting me know she needs me. Our days together without the outside world closing in on us have done a world of good. She's usually a workaholic yet hasn’t once asked when we’re heading back, and while I brought my work with me, not a lick of it has been done since we’ve figured our shit out together. Nothing else matters except Juniper and our unborn child.

“Are you coming to sit with me?” she asks with hopefulness in her tone.

“Damn straight. Sit up, baby,” I tell her as I drop to my knees, situating my body until my legs are on the outside of hers, her back to my chest, and I pull her further back so she can rest against me. “You good?” She doesn’t respond verbally but instead nods, hair tickling my nose since I bent my head to whisper the question into her ear.

“Perfect.” She gives me more of her weight, relaxing further, and I grab my mug.

“Damn straight.” I take a sip of my coffee before putting it back on the ground and away from the blanket. There’s something I’ve been itching to do with Juniper since taking her on the back deck.

“Lawson.” The tips of my fingers slide along the top of her thighs, slowly, the rasp of my skin along hers causing goose bumps to appear on her pretty skin. I keep at the slow and steady pace, not rushing this along, building both of us up, except this time is all for her.

“Right here, baby.” I meet the edges of my shirt she’s wearing. Little thief. I saw her going through my bag of clothes yesterday instead of her own. She didn’t see me watching her. I stood off to the side, shaking my head while trying to quell the laughter but loving how she likes to wear my clothes and smell like me.

“More, please.” I’ve just barely gotten her shirt up high enough to bare her pussy to my view, and she’s already raring to go. Fuck, this woman is perfect, and she’s all mine.

“Lift up, Juniper. I want this off you.” Her back leaves my chest, arms going up and over her head. It’s clear as day she wants this as much as I do. Damn, now I’m glad not to have woken up alone. I couldn’t have imagined a better start to my day. “Christ Almighty, you’re so goddamn beautiful it hurts.” My hands cup the underside of her tits and lift them, causing me to rethink this position we’re in. My mouth can’t taste her pebbled nipples. Next time.

“Oh god, I love your hands on me.” My thumbs slide over her nipples. Her eyes flutter closed, her arms lock behind my neck, and fuck, but I love how completely she gives in to me. I travel the curves of her body with one hand. My other isn’t leaving her tit. Juniper has become ten times more sensitive since becoming pregnant. I stop at her stomach, letting the palm of my hand linger on our child for a moment, praising every fucking thing on this earth that Juni is giving us the most precious gift.

“You’re obsessed, you know that?” She tips head to the side, her grey eyes full of happiness and longing.

“Fuck yeah. I am. Any part of you. I’m completely possessed by you, Juniper.” I move away from her stomach, cupping her pussy with my hand. “Especially this part of you. Love how fucking soaked you are.” My fingers aren’t even inside her yet, yet she’s dripping, coating the lips of her sex, and I’m without a doubt about to make her come hard and fast before I’ll put her on her back to repeat the process.

“Oh god, Lawson, yes.” Her chest is rising and failing. I slowly slide my fingers along her slit, gathering her wetness. She isn’t going to last long. I can sense she’s already on the edge.

“Fuck me, look at you,” I coo softly in her ear, entering her cunt with two thick fingers, feeling her ripple around them. Just like I presumed, she’s hot, so damn hot I’m going to have a hard time holding off until she gets hers.

“More, faster.” Her words are coming out uneven. She’s breathless, exactly like I want her. The palm of my hand moves from side to side as I finger-fuck her, sliding in and out. She undulates with each pass, getting closer and closer to coming.

“Get ready, babe. I’m not going to be done with you for a long fucking time,” I warn her as I pinch her nipple. That sweet pleasurable pain hits her at the right time, and Juniper’s body arches against mine, her head turning and mouth meeting my neck as her fingers dig into the back of my neck. “I can’t wait to see your sweet tits filled with milk, watching you feed our child.”

“Lawson,” she cries against my skin. Coming for me, only ever fucking coming for me. The slight breeze, the sun heating our skin, and Juniper naked in my arms. All I need is right here. Yeah, I’d say there’s no better way to start our morning.

SIXTEEN

LAWSON

“Babe, you about ready?” It’s been three days since we escaped to the cabin. Our shit is tighter than ever. We’re on even playing ground. While we’ve still got some kinks to work out, we’re better than ever. Right now, she’s in the bathroom, and I’m trying not to lose my shit with worry because she’s been in there longer than I’d like. There’s something about finding the woman who’s yours unconscious and not coming to only to have the doctor push all kinds of meds and keep her safely sedated without you knowing a damn thing. I’m pretty sure that scene is going to haunt me for the foreseeable future.

“Almost.” Our bags are packed, the food is stowed away in a cooler, and the trash is taken out. I’d have stayed the entire week, but Juni is hell bent on getting back to work. There was no talking her out of it. I tried my hardest but finally relented. We agreed she wouldn’t take on more work than necessary even if that meant telling other ranchers no. The water turning on and off is my only tell she’s done. I watch as she comes out of the bathroom, looking for any signs of her getting sick again. She should be good. The medicine is on her bedside table along with her Sprite, more ice less soft drink for her to take the minute she wakes up.

“I’m not sure which version of you I prefer more,” she says as she walks toward me. Mom packed her clothes meant for comfort, and today isn’t much different. She's in a beige and floral cotton dress with ties on her shoulders that shows the curves of her body. She may not realize it yet, but I can see the small and subtle changes. The sun she’s gotten from sitting outside during the day has helped her lose the pallor, and in its place is sun-kissed skin. Juniper walks up to me, head tipping up, and goes on to explain, “I like the Lawson in pajama bottoms with no shirt. I also like the version of you in jeans, the top button undone, and no shirt. Then there’s this version, the cowboy rancher. Jeans, boots, belt buckle, plaid shirt, and hat. This is a conundrum because I really like them all.”

My hands wrap around her waist, hers go to my arms, and I pull her to me. I dip my head, lips lightly grazing hers. “It’s a good thing you’ve got every version of me, babe.” She presses as close to me as she can. One small little whimper, and I’m sliding my tongue inside. I glide the palm of my hand down her ass, squeezing the flesh, and her leg is lifting up and around my hip. I’m nothing if not a gentleman, so I help her up until I’ve got her wrapped around me. A few short steps have her back plastered against the wall. I dip my hips, cock notching right along her slit, and she has no problem helping me out. She drops a hand from my bicep, moving her dress out of the way in order to feel more of me. My mouth moves away from hers, reluctantly. I pull the fabric on one of the ties on her shoulder, and she’s bare. “Sweet merciful heaven,” I groan as I trail kisses down her throat to her chest, and I don’t stop until I’ve got her nipple in my mouth.

“Lawson.” My eyes stay on her face. I want to enjoy how she lets go anytime she’s in my arms. My teeth nip at the pebbled tip before sucking deeper. Juniper starts trying to move her hips up and down, chasing an orgasm. She’s been insatiable ever since the sickness finally calmed its ass down. I’d walk past her, and if the tips of my fingers so much as graze her thigh, she was pulling me in for a whole lot more.

“Fuck it, we’ll stay here another night.” I move to her other nipple. I’ve yet to figure out which lights her up faster, my mouth on her pussy while she’s riding my face or doing what I am now. All I know is we're both reaping the rewards of her pregnancy hormones. My woman is as insatiable as my cock, and waking up with her practically on top of me, my hand full of her ass, is even better.

“We can’t, dang it.” Her voice yearns for more even though her words are telling me another story.

“Sure, we can. We’ve got four more days at least,. I pull away from her tits, hating that I’m losing her soft, sweet skin.

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