Page 65 of Second Chance with the Rancher

“Make me,” he growled, flicking his tongue out when a drop of her sweetness fell on his upper lip.

“Oh, I’ll make you all right.” She sunk down lower. “Put your mouth to better use.”

All humor went out the window and his balls twitched and cinched up against his body. “Just like that, baby,” he murmured, swiping his tongue over his lip to gather up that droplet. “Sink down and smother me.”

Again, she did as she was told and he immediately pushed his tongue into her channel to lap up her sweetness.

“Nate,” she breathed, rocking against him.

“Just relax, babe. Let me show you how good life on the ranch—how good life with me—can be.” Then he fucked her with his tongue and made her come twice.

Cuddled up on the floor after two of Mieka’s orgasms and more wine, her head rested on his chest and he drew delicate swirls on her bare back. They still had a lot of work to do, and it wasn’t even nine o’clock, but after how hard they’d worked that day, they deserved an extended coffee and sex break. “I’m sorry I didn’t use a condom that night,” he said, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. “And I’m so sorry you had to make that difficult decision alone, experience the nausea and fatigue of the first trimester, and go through that procedure–twice.” It’d gutted him when the medical abortion didn’t completely work and she had to have the D and C after all. But Mieka was a trooper through all of it. She let him help her, but he could tell it went against her nature. She wasn’t used to asking for help. She was fiercely independent, crazy-strong willed and incredibly stubborn, which were all things he admired about her.

He was one-hundred percent all for women’s body autonomy and freedom of choice. Mieka hadn’t set out to get pregnant and have an abortion, but he understood why it was necessary that she did. She wasn’t ready to be a mother and her future shouldn’t be fucked up forever because of one mistake.

But he also knew that Mieka didn’t come to her decision lightly. She’d said as much. She told him that she’d weighed her options for weeks before deciding that an abortion was right for her. It couldn’t have been easy to go through that mental turmoil, and he hated that he’d put her through that.

After a long period of companionable silence where they just held each other, she turned her head and pressed a kiss over his heart. “It takes two people to get pregnant, Nate. We were both at fault. But thank you. It means a lot. I really do appreciate your support and that you never tried to convince me to keep it.”

“Not my body, not my choice.”

“I know, but … I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t considered your feelings and how this would affect you, too. Just because it’s my body, doesn’t mean what we accidentally made wasn’t half you. Not that you ultimately had a say, but … I was distraught over the whole thing for a while.”

He hugged her tighter against him. “Besides Pasha, did you tell anyone?”

“Triss knows now. But no, just you and Pasha. I didn’t want the girls on my dance team to find out because …” She shrugged. “They’re all nice, but they can be gossipy and judgmental. I was already the oldest on the team. A few of them are also from right-wing religious families and have made their stance on abortion well known. I just didn’t need any more side-eyes coming my way because I got knocked up at a wedding by a sexy cowboy.”

“Rancher.”

“Right.”

“Well, now we have condoms—”

“And I have an IUD, so we should be okay to continue with our—”

“Torrid affair.” He flashed her a big smile at the same time he reached down and pinched her butt.

“Yes, our torrid affair. Without the risk of making another clump of cells.”

He lifted his hand in the air for a high-five. “To condoms and IUDs.”

She rolled her eyes and shook her head. “I am not high-fiving you for that.”

With a growl, he rolled over on top of her, pinning her beneath him. “Oh no? Well then how about a fuck masquerading as a high-five?” He had another erection, and it was poking into her thigh.

She lunged up and bit his lip. “Now that I can get on board with.”

Chapter Fifteen

As much as Mieka enjoyed the multiple orgasms that Nate was providing her with, they did have work to do. So after they had sex again, she cracked the proverbial whip and told him to get back to work. She did the same, and they worked until just shy of midnight, setting up furniture, laying rugs and hanging pictures. Then they had a shower and collapsed exhausted into the big king-sized bed up in the loft. She passed out in a matter of seconds after her head hit the pillow. Nate vaped a bunch of pot right before he went to bed, because he said talking about the fire would keep him up.

The pot seemed to work, and he fell asleep beside her quickly, curling around her body and providing a solid warmth at her back for the rest of the night.

Since Nate was used to waking up at five in the morning, he was up with the birds, and back to putting together furniture, while Mieka slept in until just before six.

They finished the rest of the cabin, then Nate radioed Cal to meet them with the helicopter and they jumped on the ATV to head to the next cabin.

Rinse and repeat. They finished the second cabin just before ten o’clock at night, which left them with loads of time to break in the bed.

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