Page 18 of Reuniting with the Rancher

“Oh.”

He grabbed her ass with both his hands and pulled her tight to him. “Just a note sweetheart - never bring up another man while I still have the scent of you in my lungs and the taste of you on my tongue.”

“One was a woman,” she whispered, a wicked little smile on her face.

“Lily,” he growled low against her mouth. “Go get cleaned up. Now.”

LILY

She came out of sleep with the sense someone was watching her again.

She opened her eyes slowly and took in his bulky frame sitting in the chair by the window. He wanted her to see him and unlike the first time he let himself in the room, she had no desire to break his nose.

“Can’t sleep?”

“I’m starving.”

She was fully awake then. “Dude, did you really break into my room looking for a meal? I don’t even cook like that.Of all shit for a sexy ass Marine to say.”

“Invite me to bed Songbird,” Grey rumbled from his seat.

Oh…Be strong Lily.

“This is a bad idea Grey.”

“It’s a completely fucked up idea, Bird. We’ll talk about it in therapy tomorrow. Now, invite me to bed so I can eat.”

Call her an impetuous, wanton slut puppy - and she was, proudly - but she’d never been able to resist Grey when he used that tone. And the way he’d kissed her scars…

Whew.

She would regret this, they both would… but for now… She threw back the covers and slipped off her bonnet and tucked it under her pillow. Pulling her oversized t-shirt off, she let him see all of her again by the soft moonlight. How she’d changed, how she’d stayed the same, her lumps, dimples and rolls. Everything.

It hadn’t been easy to be a plus sized performer in this world but she’d taken society’s arrows and made herself stronger. Her insecurities rested in the damaged parts of her, not the fat parts. And he devoured her with his eyes much like he would definitely do with his mouth again.

“Come to bed, baby.”

Grey rosefrom the chair and she felt like prey. He stalked toward her and any thoughts she had about not feeling his powerful body against her died in the fire of her lust.

The man had always been gorgeous, but seeing him like this, in the way his time in the Marines and on the ranch changed him? Bigger, rougher, more…majestic.

He pulled off his shirt, toed off his shoes as he slid his joggers down over his hips and his manhood bobbed at attention. The shape was slightly different than she remembered.

He’d been burned there as well. Jesus.

“Don’t pity me,” he growled.

His accusation hurt. Didn’t he know she would never…

“Why would I, should I pity you?” She gestured down her body at the patchwork of scaring and reconstruction. “You survived and all of you is beautiful. Grey…come…”

He hesitated only a moment more before sliding in next to her and claiming her mouth, sliding her injured leg over his hip and resting himself up against her. He ran a gentle, possessive hand over top of her scars and everywhere he touched sent sparks and activated damaged nerves in a different way. It wasn’t long before she was reaching between them eager to feel him inside of her.

He stilled her hand. “Gentle. I’m more sensitive now. And I’ve been tested. I’ve never been without protection with anyone, but you Songbird.”

She nodded and softened her touch. “Same,” she whispered. When his eyes went wide in surprise, she rolled hers in response. “Ninety percent of LaLa Fair stories are just that. The other ten percent are, well… a woman can have a healthy sex life and be responsible at the same time Grey–Oh God babeeee…”

He entered her and dipped his head to capture a nipple in his mouth, cutting her off mid mini rant. The sensation of him slowly long stroking her mixed with the emotions of her heart created a combustible concoction that she knew right then would destroy her in the long run.

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