Page 17 of Reuniting with the Rancher

And he closed the distance.

His lips pressed against hers, soft and searching, tentative at first, as he refamiliarized himself with her taste. Then she kissed him back and something inside them broke free.

It wasn’t just a kiss. It was pain and missed moments. Darkness and contrition. It was an apology, a confession, a moment long overdue.

For a few moments, the world fell away. There was no ranch, no trauma, no mistakes of their past—only the feeling of her wrapped in his arms. Her softness pressing against him, making him feel alive again.

Whole again.

After long breathless moments they broke apart, their foreheads resting against each other, reality sinking in.

“Grey…” she whispered, “We can’t.”

She unbuttoned buttons of his shirt. “Things are too complicated.”

He reached out, slid the lock on the door, and returned to gripping her at the waist and hip, kneading the soft, ample flesh as a satisfied groan escaped his throat. He’d missed the lushness of her.

“Complicated,” he echoed as Lily kissed his neck and his skin - both healing and undamaged - as she pulled back his shirt.

“We have to be responsible,” she whispered.

“We will,” he whispered into her neck as he lifted her leg at the thigh and rested her foot on the little stool off to the side, opening her to him. Holding her firm he captured her mouth again and reached for her wet washcloth on the hook breaking the kiss only long enough to thoroughly wipe his face.

“Hold your pussy open for me Songbird,” he said quietly into her ear, aware of how close they were to the cottage. “My hands are filthy.”

“So is your mouth,” she panted.

“If I remember correctly, you like that.” He grinned against her throat as she did what she was told. He collapsed to his knees in prayer to her temple as she invited him to worship her.

“Keep her just like that,” he moaned into her wetness and began to drag his tongue through her pussy and over her clit. A small thunk accompanied her head falling back against the wall of the tiny shower. They were wedged in there tight with barely enough room to breathe let alone fuck, but who needed breathin’ when he had his Songbird swirling her hips against his face?

He held her hips to him when she started to scoot away, the sensations taking over her body, her quiet gasps spurring him on as he sucked on her clit. Her first orgasm hit her hard and he was rewarded with a rush of her desire that he eagerly lapped up. She made him ravenous. Her smell, the sight of her open for him, the softness of her thighs… He turned and placed a tight little bite on the nearest and she squeaked then moaned as he soothed the bite with ministrations of his tongue. As she came down from her orgasm she let go of herself.

“Hands back on the pussy Songbird,” he growled into her thigh.

“But–”

He nipped her thigh again. And she squeaked again before obeying.

“Good girl.”

He grinned as a fresh waterfall of her accompanied his praise and he made sure not to waste a single drop. She made him feel ten feet tall with her soft “Yes baby,” “Please baby,” and “Grey baby, yes.”

He’d feasted so long his knees were screaming, but he’d handled worse with much less reward and he determined he would lick, suck and tongue fuck his little songbird until she begged him to stop.

Which she did, eventually. She was shaking and limp by the time he placed soft kisses on her hands on her mound, on her pussy itself, on the inner thigh, then her hip of her leg, as he lowered it. He kissed the hip of her injured leg noting the scarring running the length. Some looked surgical, others looks like skin had been ripped away in chunks and filled back in and his heart hurt for her all over again.

He kissed his way up her leg, over every scar he found, back to her hip, across her soft, rounded stomach, up and across her chest… his bad arm shook with the effort it took to raise himself up and support her, but he was determined to take the time needed to properly care for her.

He ended his ministrations lingering at her mouth. “Can you walk?”

She searched his eyes before nodding.

“Then let’s get you in the house so you can properly clean up.”

“Grey…” Her eyes dropped to his mouth and back to his eyes. “I don’t– We never brought men around Caleb, not since that article about the threesome came out and this is–”

“Complicated. I know Songbird. I just want to make sure you’re taken care of, not angling for a sleepover.”

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