Page 79 of On His Ranch

Not to mention the uncomfortable plug grasping inside her tight hole. Between concentrating on keeping it inside her and not coming, she should have been too busy to feel anything else. But as his cock shoved inside her, pushing her back on the bed, hot waves of tension coursed through her body until it was nearly unbearable.

“Don’t you dare,” he whispered, the words hot against her mouth before he bent down and bit her lip.

Damn him!she thought as the desire in her grew.I don’t know what the hell he thinks he’s doing, but he’s not helping!

Which, suddenly, she realized was probably the point. He’d called itpunishment, after all. Even so, all the buildup on top of the tension of the fire and the way he’d yelled at her just after, all of it combined to make her in sore need of an orgasm. One she was currently being denied.

Chase was close. She could tell by the way his thrusts turned frenzied inside of her, how he closed his eyes and gritted his teeth. And then, he let out a bellow, slapped the wall above her head as his fingers curled.

Piper, knowing he would not relent and change his mind, whimpered beneath him.

Breathing heavy, Chase rolled off her. He lay panting for a few moments, but before she could even work up the courage to speak to him about the pulsing agony between her legs, he stood up.

“I’ma finish getting dressed and tend to my chores. You go back to sleep.”

Instead of being touched by his thoughtfulness, she found herself feeling wounded. “You… you don’t want me to come?”

“Not this time. Get some shut-eye.”

“Okay. Um… Daddy?”

“Hmm?” He didn’t look up as he pulled his boxers on.

“Uh… what about the… you know?”

He chuckled, and it sounded ominous to her. “Didn’t I tell you that next time it was needed, you’d keep it in all day?”

She scowled at him, fell back on the bed with ahmphbut didn’t dare say anything else.

“Oh, and Piper?”

“Yes?”

“Don’t eventhinkabout takin’ care of your…problemby yourself. If you do, I’ll know, and there’ll be hell to pay.” With that, fully dressed, Chase left the room without a backward glance.

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“Getting to it a bit late, aren’t ya?”

Chase didn’t turn around at the sound of his grandfather’s gruff voice behind him. With a grunt, he lifted the rake and finished piling the loose hay before he turned around. “Yep.”

Senior arched a bushy brow. “That ain’t like you, son.”

He cast a look at his grandfather. He’d been about to protest, but it suddenly hit him that his grandfather must have gotten straight back to work when he’d arrived home this morning. Which meant he hadn’t been inside or talked to Ma. He must not know about the fire the night before, and seeing as how he didn’t relish the prospect of discussing it, he wasn’t about to enlighten him. “Nope.”

“I hope this won’t become a new habit.”

When he turned to face his grandfather, he mimicked the raised eyebrow. “At my age? Hardly.”

Senior continued as though he hadn’t spoken. “‘Course, might be that a woman to take care of, to provide for, might give you some more direction…”

“How’d it go at auction?” he asked to change the subject.

“Alright. We hadn’t much time to drum up attention, but the Whitfield name still commands respect. We only took two hundred less than we normally get.”

He nodded, his lips pressing into a thin line at the news. They both knew the ranch needed all the money it could get to replace the equipment that was dying, not to mention the costs of caring for so many animals.

“‘Course, if these kinda shenanigans keep happenin’… might be that we can’t keep people from findin’ out.”

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