Page 29 of Roping Reba

“Where are you going?”

“Back to my room.”

“Why?”

She looked up at me with a glisten in her eye that made me uncomfortable. “Because, Johnny, I can’t stay here.”

I reached over and opened the dresser next to me and pulled on a pair of gym shorts before sitting down next to her. I ran my finger over her chin, making her face me. “You can and you will.”

“Remember when you said you made a mistake all those years ago? Maybe I’m the one who feels like we did this time. I don’t know what I was thinking, but this shouldn’t have happened.”

“Yes, it should have. That’s why it did. Reba, I wasn’t lying. You are it for me. I told you I’d do everything I could to get you to forgive me and the plan wasn’t to just fuck you and let you walk away again. I suck at communicating. That much is glaringly obvious, so I’ll just say it as it is. I don’t want you to leave. I never wanted you to leave last time. You are it for me, forever. But only if you’ll have me.”

She shook her head slightly. “Forever? What does that even mean?”

“Me, you, Jax and however many other babies you’ll give me. When you were younger, you always wanted a big family. I’ll give you that. Hell, Reba, I want to move you in here for good, marry you, convince you to stay, but as much as I kid, I won’t tie you down. It’s taken me longer than it took those wild horses to get your trust, but I don’t care. I’ll keep working for it.”

I leaned forward and placed my forehead against hers. Tears were running down her face but she was smiling. “I love you, Reba. You’re my crazy rider girl and the one who has always been there for me even when you weren’t. You left physically, but you’ve always been in my heart.”

She pressed a soft kiss to my lips. “And you said you’re bad at communicating.”

I couldn’t help but laugh at that. “Just tell me what you need.”

She reached up and placed her hand over my heart. “This.”

“You have it.”

“And maybe a little of this,” she said, reaching for my cock. “Oh and some of that rope wouldn’t hurt either.”

“It’s all yours, but I’m the one doing the tying, right? For some reason, I’m not sure I’d trust you with me tied up.”

She laughed. “Yeah, you do the tying.”

“Deal. Now take all those clothes back off and come here. I want to sleep with you in my arms.”

“What about Jax?”

“He’ll be fine. We’ll get up before him in the morning and have a talk.”

“Isn’t it a little soon for that?”

“I don’t think so. You’re my forever and if anyone has noticed, it’s my son. He’s smitten with his Ms. Reba and I’m certain he will love it even more if he gets to call you mom one day.”

“Mom.”

“Yeah, sounds good, doesn’t it? Kind of like it was always meant to be.”

“Maybe it was.”

She leaned over me and reached for the length of rope on the nightstand. “Now, what are we going to do with this?”

“It depends. What would you like me to do with it?”

“I’ve heard of rope play, or Shibari, they call it. Is that what you do with this?”

“It is. I’ve been learning for some time now. One of the guys is into it, but I’ve only ever practiced on myself.”

“Really?”

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