Page 43 of Her Redeemed Protector

With one final push, I release, filling her completely. Along with the primal scream that tears from my throat, it feels like my heart, my soul, and every part of me is released. She’s now indispensable, as the blood in my veins. She exists in me, and I want to exist within her, for her. And this is only the beginning.

Exhausted, Savannah collapses, and I carefully remove the pillows from beneath her, allowing her to lie flat on the bed. I join her, supporting my weight to avoid crushing her form.

We both pant, inhaling the scent of our lovemaking. All I want is to hold her close and return to a state of euphoria. Our lips find each other, kissing passionately, again and again, until we ease into quietness.

Her finger trailed the curve of my buttocks. “So, sex before a date, huh?” she taunts me, her hips rising to brush against my relaxing arousal.

I smirk and counter, “Since when have you ever been conventional?”

She kisses me, her lips conveying her admiration. “Huxley ‘Hugs’ Cometti, You are the most gentlemanly, the most incredible lover I’ve ever known. You can do no wrong in my eyes.”

16

HUXLEY

Three o’clock is the hour when the world of the ranch kicks off, a time of day when the sky is still a canvas of stars. Despite the miles and years that separate me from that life, it’s still the way I rise, an involuntary homage to days that once started with the crowing of roosters rather than the wail of sirens.

And here, in this house, I find kindred spirits. Savannah and her father are embers of the same fire. Their internal clocks seem to be rooted in the certainty of the rancher’s schedule. Though the three of us seem to share the same energy level this morning, we have a different motivation than her old man.

“God, Savannah Mitchell… what are you trying to do?”

My lungs are on fire as I pant from her unexpected morning greeting—her mouth on my cock, heaven on my earth. My pelvis shudders as her tongue licks my erupting member, savoring my essence like a revitalizing tonic.

Crawl by crawl, she slinks her way up to meet me. She licks her lips, glistening with her own saliva and, no doubt the, remnants of my cum.

“Huxley Cometti,” Savannah whispers. “I need you to understand something.”

I brush a thumb across the delicate point of her chin. “Go on.”

She draws a breath, returning my gesture. “The harsh realities of ranch life left little room for fantasies. But ever since I saw your face at the Johnsons’ farm, I started imagining scenarios where you’re not just a phantom of valor, but someone real, someone I could actually touch.”

I catch the undercurrents swirling within her last few words. Feeling a vibe that invites complete honesty, I lean in, my voice beguiling. “From one naked rancher to another, Savannah, you’re allowed to say ‘someone I could actually fuck.’”

Her laughter bursts forth as she stretches gracefully. “Damn you, Hux!” she groans. “You know, when I first met you, I was preparing myself for eventual heartbreak.”

This time, I know she’s serious. “Sav, I won’t?—”

“Shh, just listen.” The firmness in her tone subsides. “I was falling for you, all the while thinking you were too good to be true.” She pauses as if the confession pulls at the seams of her strength. “And now, here you are, and the thought of losing what we might have scares me more than the idea of heartbreak. If there’s an end to us… Hux, please do it gently.”

My hands frame her face, my lips finding hers in a kiss. She has already started dismantling me, beautifully, irrevocably. I want to live inside her but without breaking her. I know my words might sound too intense, so I choose simplicity.

“Savannah, you would break my heart into pieces before I’d ever risk breaking yours. And know this—I’d lay down my life without a second thought if it meant yours would remain whole.”

I draw her into my embrace, my arms a fortress aroundher. And I feel her, not just the steady thrum of her heart or the rise and fall of her chest, but the radiance of her spirit that has seeped into the very marrow of my bones.

The thuds of Al’s footsteps downstairs draw a smile from both of us. I picture the old man bustling around with renewed vigor, each step marked by the subtle thud of his new prosthetic attaching firmly to his limb. Then, the sounds gradually fade, followed by the swoosh of a sliding door. I’m almost certain it’s the kitchen door.

“He’s off to the farmstead, about an hour’s drive outside the city,” Savannah informs me, her voice filled with excitement for her dad.

A surge of camaraderie swells within me. My role in securing that piece of technology for Al has not only altered his course but has somehow drawn me closer to Savannah.

In the backdrop, I hear the clear, sharp whistle of a farmer calling out to his dogs. It’s both nostalgic and comforting.

“He’s taking the dogs out then?” I ask.

“Yeah. He hardly ever does ranch work without them,” she confirms. His truck rumbles to life, signaling Al’s departure.

With her head resting against my chest, our breathing steadies, fading into purrs.

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