Page 23 of Winter Wrangler

“I’m too goddamn needy, bunny. Your perfect mouth and pussy are driving me crazy.” I yank open the front of the pajama top, and she’s completely bare. “Fuck, look how pretty you are stuffed full.”

She looks down to where we’re joined and watches my cock go in and out. “That’s so hot.”

“I love you,” I say, and her eyes snap up to mine. They widen with shock as I grip her hips tighter. “Don’t act surprised. You know I do.”

“But—”

“But nothing.” I thrust harder, and it cuts off her protests. “You’re mine, Joy. My perfect little bunny. I’ve loved you since the day I laid eyes on you.”

“Devin,” she moans and spreads her knees wider.

“And now that I get to nut in this pretty cunt anytime I want, you can make damn sure I’m going to say it.” I grind against her so her clit gets the attention it’s desperate for. “I’m going to have you on every surface of this house to show you how much I love you. I want you to give me a baby for Christmas.”

“Are you sure?” There’s no fear in her eyes as she asks the question, only hope that I’m being sincere.

“I’ve never been more sure about anything in my life. Loving you is the easiest thing I’ve ever done. I plan on breeding this sweet pussy all day, and when the courthouse opens, I’m going to put my ring on your finger and give you my last name.”

“Oh Devin.” There are tears in her eyes as I bend down and kiss her. “I love you, too.”

“Merry Christmas, love,” I say, and then I feel her pussy clench around me as her orgasm hits. I have no choice but to follow her over as my cock throbs and I cum deep inside of her. “Merry Christmas, forever.”

“Forever,” she agrees as I hold her close and kiss away all her fears.

Epilogue

JOY

A year later - New Years Eve

“Mom!” I grab my mom’s hand before she can pluck one of the glasses of champagne from the tray filled with them. We started to pour them for everyone because it’s almost time. But when the new diamond ring on her finger catches my attention, I lose all other thoughts. “What is this?”

“An engagement ring.” She plays coy with me, and I roll my eyes. “He asked me, and I said yes.”

That’s when I see pink spread across my mom’s cheeks. “You’re blushing.”

“I am not. It’s hot in here.” Mom gently pulls her hand away before taking hold of the champagne glass.

“Right,” I laugh. It’s snowing outside, but there are a good thirty people in our home tonight to ring in the new year with us.

Last year I didn’t know a lot of the people who worked on Devin’s ranch, but since then, I’ve gotten to know everyone. They say the quickest way to a man’s heart is through his stomach, and that’s how I got them. Not that they were rude, but it lured them into the house.

Devin was a bit grumpy about it at first. He can be territorial, but in time, he saw how much I enjoyed cooking for everyone. All of his ranch hands are gentlemen. Well, to me, at least.

It has always been my goal to open a business. They say do what you love and you’ll never work a day in your life, and cooking is what I love to do. I was happy to stay right where I was and feed everyone. It filled my days and made me happy, and my husband was more than happy to let me. He enjoyed me barefoot and now pregnant in the kitchen. I seem to enjoy that as well.

“It’s not a big deal. I’m almost fifty.” Mom tries to downplay the ring, and I hate it.

“Bullshit.” I call her on it. “Your first marriage sucked. He was a cheating asshole.”

“That’s your father.” She shrugs.

“Sperm donor,” I correct. “You and Patrick are in love, and he adores you.”

My mom's face gets a bit redder, if that is even possible. She stopped by one afternoon to hang out, and the men happened to be coming in for lunch at the same time. I’ll never forget the expression on Patrick’s face when he spotted my mom sitting at the kitchen island eating one of my cinnamon rolls. I suppose now, the rest is history. He’s a good man and is the foreman of the ranch. He’s always eager to take care of her and make her feel special.

"It wouldn't be strange if we had a small wedding? Patrick’s never been married."

"Of course not! We’ll do it here. It's beautiful in the spring." A smile lights up her face before I pull her in for a tight hug.

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