Page 16 of Winter Wrangler

I throw back my head and laugh. With Devin, I feel everything. That’s been true from the very start.

“Love that sound,” he says against my neck before kissing me again.

I let out a contented sigh as my fingers grip the coat he’s still wearing. “My laugh?”

“Yeah, especially hearing it inside our home.”

Our home? That sounds good. Too good, and too fast. Even if I want what he’s saying, I’m so overwhelmed with emotion I can only smile.

Devin isn’t talking out of his ass. He means what he says, but that also doesn’t mean in the end it would work. No matter how much we both could want this, life has a way of creeping in and fucking everything up.

“Am I getting a spanking, or should I make our dinner?” I start to push his coat off his shoulders, but he stops me.

“I’m going to run over to the barn to check on a few things. You can make dinner if you want, or heat something.”

“It’s kind of my job,” I remind him as I step back so he can go. His brows furrow together, indicating that he’s irritated by my comment. I didn’t mean it that way.

“Spanking it is then,” Devin says before I can explain.

He reaches out to grab me, but I take off toward the kitchen. I’m either quick on my feet or he allows me to escape.

“You’re only making it worse,” I hear him say from behind me.

“Or better,” I toss back. His deep chuckle echoes, and I too love the sound of his laughter.

I barely cross the threshold of the kitchen when Devin snags me around the waist. “While I don’t mind chasing you, I can’t wait any longer.”

He tosses me over his shoulder, and I squeal. “I thought you had a barn to tend to,” I remind him as he carries me back the way we came.

"I said that so I wouldn't pounce on you the second we got in the door." He slaps my ass, making me gasp. This one is harder and shoots pleasure right between my legs.

“Devin!” I wiggle in his hold as all that desire I felt in the truck comes rushing back. You’d think he hadn’t given me an orgasm thirty minutes ago. The best orgasm of my dang life.

“Don’t worry, bunny, I’m going to take care of you.”

Devin suddenly stops walking when he’s almost to the stairs. He mutters a curse, and I look up. Red and blue lights are flashing across the walls, and then there’s a loud pounding at the door.

“Put her down,” I hear a voice shout with authority. It’s the police.

“Are you trying to tell me what to do in my own fucking house?” Devin barks back. They must be able to see us through the front door windows.

“Devin?” Even I can hear the worry in my voice.

“It’s all right,” he tries to reassure me before putting me back on my feet.

“Open up,” the person on the other side of the door shouts before there’s more banging. I poke my head around Devin to try and see who it is. Devin lets out a low growl of frustration that's damn hot. If the cops weren't banging on the door, I might tell him that.

When I see who’s at the door, my own frustration kicks in. “Shut up, Davey!” I shout.

“It’s Deputy Wagner.”

“I refuse to call him that,” I mutter so only Devin can hear me.

His real name is Davis Wagner, but his mom always called him Davey, which pissed him off. I wouldn’t normally be one to jump on a bandwagon to poke fun at someone, but Davey is a dick. It began during my first year of high school.

He was a senior and wasn’t happy when I turned him down when he asked me to homecoming. He was a freaking senior, not to mention he’s kind of a dummy. I said no, and he got pissed. It's not my fault he asked me in the cafeteria and made a big show out of it. I guess he thought I would fall at his feet, but it didn’t work out that way. Since then, he's gone out of his way to be an asshole to me, so I like to return the favor.

“You better have a damn good reason for banging on my door,” Devin bellows before he jerks the front door open.

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