Page 21 of Reuniting with the Rancher

With that, he tipped her head back and claimed her mouth with a deep, passionate kiss. She opened to him and he dove in, their tongues search and tasting. Greyson pulled the scoop neck of her shirt lower, biting little love nips along her breasts as she pressed in closer, desperate to feel more of him. He dropped to his knees and forced his shoulders between her legs, spreading her wide for him.

“Grey, baby,” she murmured, rocking her pelvis against his lips, the rest of her words lost to moans as he sucked her clit.Mindful of time, he turned, pulled her to the sink, and pressed her forward, dipping just low enough to catch his dick at her entrance. He lifted her chin and spoke to her through the mirror.

“Let me see that pretty face as you take all of me, darlin.’”

The smile on her face, the way she bit her bottom lip as he slid in to the hilt, the bead of sweat dripped down between her breasts… she was stunning.

“Such a bad idea,” he whispered to her in the mirror.

“Mmm, the worst.”

“Be even worse if you creamed all over me and I had to walk around smelling like you.”

That turned her on even more and she fucked him back, the sound of their explosive coupling echoing off the walls. Sliding his hand up the back of her head and burying it in her free ‘fro of curls, he used the leverage to stroker even deeper, using his free hand to give her the stimulation she needed to explode and when she lit up, it was stu-fucking-pendous.

His name on her lips, her mouth open in desire, and being buried inside her? He could have died right then and in fact he thought he did, coming so hard his heartbeat roared in his ears.

Afterward, he helped her with her clothes as she peppered him with kisses. “Well, that was…”

“A terrible idea,” Greyson finished, a grin playing on his lips.

“Awful,” she agreed, trying to regain her composure. “…you’re coming by tonight, right?”

“Doubling down,” he said, his expression softening.

“Right,” she replied, biting her lip as they both shared a knowing look.

With a final shared smile, they left the restroom, stepping back into the noise of the bar, the thrill of the moment lingering in the air.

LILY

Cashea and her cover band were awesome. Her voice was clear and sweet when it needed to be, sinful and dark when the emotions took her there… It had been a long time since Lily just enjoyed live music. If she wasn’t scouting for background singers, she was scoping out writing talent.

This was plain fun. Cashea and the crowd were having a good time and the heat between her and her man Draven was palpable as she sang for everyone, but only to him.

“Do you miss it?”

She pretended she didn’t hear him.

“I know you heard me.”

She snorted and rolled her eyes at him. Glancing around, she leaned into him to be sure he could hear her and no one overheard. “Sometimes. I miss singing. I miss the crowd grooving along with you, connecting. I don’t miss the alter ego or the constant touring. I sure as fuck don’t miss the tour bus.”

“Would you go back?”

“Of course, it’s what I do.”

She felt him stiffen beside her and she met his stare head on. “You said it yourself, traveling the world is a great education for kids. Lily and Caleb will hopefully get along well together and while it’s not going to be the same without…without Mari; I can hire the best teachers for them as theyexperiencehistory, languages, and science.”

Grey sat back, staring at her. “Sounds like you got it all figured out. What about me?”

She sighed, shaking her head. “I have nothing figured out, and you’d always be welcome to join us.”

“Welcome to… I’m not some fucking stagehand–”

“Grey, calm down.” She looked around, making sure everyone’s attention was elsewhere. “You’re getting upset about hypotheticals–”

“I’m pissed about possibilities, Bird. You can’t just take my daughter–”

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