Page 31 of Snowed In with the Rancher

She snorted. “You know what I mean.”

“Birds lay eggs, woman, not people.”

“So do crocodiles, frogs, and platypus.”

“So are you a reptile, amphibian or marsupial?”

“You know your animals.”

“I am a farmer.”

Giggling, she took his hand from her breast and brought the pad of his thumb to her mouth, biting it playfully. But he took it a step further, roughly gripped her by the chin, and forced her to turn her head so he could take her mouth possessively with his.

She moaned into his kiss and spun in his arms to straddle him, allowing him to deepen the kiss and push his tongue further into her mouth. His lips caressed hers in a tantalizing, dangerous game and his hard body seemed to mold to every inch of hers.

He tangled his tongue with hers, teasing but demanding at the same time and in a way that was so fantastically infuriating she wanted to scream.

“Asher,” she groaned, draping her arms over his muscular shoulders, her fingers toying with the hair at the nape of his neck. He had great hair. Thick, soft and wildly wavy. The hand on her ass squeezed, and the other one moved between their chests to find a nipple and tug.

She gasped against his mouth and smiled. Rocking her hips into his hard cock between them, she lifted up slightly, hovering so the tip notched perfectly at her center, before she slowly sunk down.

“Fuck, woman …”

“I’ve never had sex high before,” she said before tugging on his lip with her teeth. “Or in a hot tub.”

She hadn’t been paying much attention, but he’d finished the first joint and snuffed it out in an ashtray, but he had a fresh pre-roll in a package, along with a lighter. He put the new joint between her lips and flicked the lighter until a bright orange flame shone between their faces. He put the flame to the tip of the joint and she sucked in short shallow breaths to get the paper to take the flame.

The tip glowed bright before fading and small coils of smoke drifted up into the night. She sucked in a deeper inhale, pulling the smoke into her lungs and holding it there, keenly aware of Asher’s thick cock nestled inside her.

She squeezed around him and he twitched, which made them both smile.

He took the joint from her hands, put it between his lips and inhaled, but he didn’t exhale, rather, he took her mouth and pushed the smoke and air into her. It was hot and weird and she got a real heady high from it all. When she drew in a fresh breath, it was like coming up for air after swimming underwater.

But she also wanted more.

They passed the joint back and forth a bit more until it was finished and he snuffed it out in the ashtray. Now, she felt nothing but good. Nothing but incredible. Not even her muscles were sore, and they really should be given how much she’d done yesterday and that she’d sat for hours on that concrete floor in Carolina’s stall. But not even her ass hurt—well, not in a bad way.

She’d never been spanked before and certainly hadn’t been expecting it, but when Asher’s hand met her cheek, it awakened something inside her she had no idea even existed. Immediately, she wanted another and another. The sting, the burn, the spreading heat, and the way it made her pussy absolutely throb was an addiction she had no intention of kicking.

Moving his hand from her ass, he tangled it in her wet hair that hung down her back, and wrapped it around his fist, tugging hard enough to make her tilt her chin and look him in the eye. That snap of pain on her scalp was fabulous and she tightened her muscles around his cock.

A smug grin lazily spread across his face like he knew exactly what she was thinking and how much she liked this rough side to him and sex.

She wanted him to kiss her again. The man definitely knew how to kiss and not just her mouth. The way he’d kissed her pussy that first time in the barn was unlike anything she’d ever experienced. Raw, primal and so greedy. Lorne had never been that way toward her. He’d never feasted on her like he was starving and she was an all you could eat buffet.

His gaze was hot and heavy as he stared down at her with her head tipped up in a slightly uncomfortable way with how tightly he had her by the hair. Why did this turn her on so much?

A small moan worked its way from her throat, and his grin grew even cockier.

Then, because she was going to either break her neck attacking him, or squeeze off his cock, he seemed to understand where she was at and put her out of her beautiful torture, taking her mouth with the same possessiveness he had that first time he kissed her in the barn. Like she was air and he was breathless. Like he owned her.

His hips lifted up beneath her, encouraging her to start moving. With her arms still on his shoulders, she began to bob up and down in his lap, loving how deep she could take him in this position and that his lower belly scraped exquisitely against her clit. The stretch of him that first time he took her was something she would be having many dreams about. He was big, thick and filled her up perfectly. Like he’d been made for her.

Wrapping more of her hair around his fist, he tugged harder until she was forced to break the kiss and look up toward the stars. The clouds had parted with the frigid wind, leaving a midnight sky awash with billions of sparkling stars. It was going to freeze hard tonight, she could already tell.

But in the hot tub they were safe from frostbite and hypothermia. And even if it wasn’t a steaming hundred-and-three-degree temperature, they were getting hot and heavy enough on their own to keep the chills at bay.

He dropped his head and sucked on the hollow of her neck, pulling another moan from her throat. His teeth scraped across her clavicle, then he latched onto a nipple with his teeth and tugged.

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