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I’m aware that from where my hand is positioned, my thumb brushes the bottom edge of her bra. Her throat bobs and she half-whispers, “All the way.”

My free hand goes to her other side, covering her soft skin. She moves in close, resting her hand on my hip.

“There’s something I need to tell you,” I say.

“What is it, Wylie?”

“I like having you here. And not just for the cooking and the cleaning. You give me a reason to go to bed early every night. I’m happier with you here. I want you to stay. Not just until you can find a place to live. I want this place, Sterling Ranch, to be your home.”

She bites her lip. “I have a lot to do, Wylie. I have to set up a safe house. I have to come up with a plan.”

“I can help you with that.”

“You have a ranch to run. And I don’t want to bring trouble between you and your neighbors.”

I correct her. “They started the trouble. You leaving the church in the middle of the night? That was them already starting shit. Think about what I’m offering.”

I lean in to kiss her and drag one hand upward to cover her breast.

Olivia’s lush curves feel just right in my hands. Her small intake of breath and her soft moan of pleasure make the blood rush to my cock.

I run the pad of my thumb over the taut nipple. She hooks one arm around my neck and draws me down for a deeper kiss, all tongues and ragged breaths.

“Wylie,” she says, backing into the empty stall. “I need you.”

Chapter Eleven

Olivia

I’ve always wondered what making out in a barn would be like.

Turns out it’s pretty messy.

But also fun.

How could it not be fun with my cowboy’s hands all over me?

How could I not feel absolutely wonderful after this beautiful, kind, generous man has asked me to stay?

I can’t believe I’m seriously considering it.

Would starting a new relationship like this be worth the trouble I bring to this ranch? It’s too dangerous to involve the church’s immediate neighbors in helping victims escape the compound.

I promised to think about what he said.

For now, I’m taking a little bit of happiness for myself: Wylie under me, my shirt and bra askew, his hands and mouth on my tits driving me absolutely wild with need.

His lips cover my nipple and more, suckling and licking, building the need to feel him everywhere. Wylie switches to the opposite breast, and the cold night air hitting my wet nipple makes me shiver.

It’s warm enough for horses in here but too cold for me.

My core aches for more of Wylie, and my whole body aches for a bed after a long day.

“Wylie, I want you,” I repeat.

My breast pops free from his mouth, and his eyes are dark when he looks up at me. “Are you sure? I don’t want you to regret rushing into it.”

I’m so ready I could grind on him. “I won’t regret it, Wylie. You’re a good man, and I know you’d never hurt me.”

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