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Our eyes meet, and the world stops as I claim his mouth, tasting myself on his soft lips. His hand slides between us again, filling my swollen channel as he finds the spot, stroking and caressing me until I pant like I’m hyperventilating. My pussy squeezes him as I yell, drenching his hand and milking his fingers.

“Yes,” he growls against my nipple, licking, lapping, and working me through my orgasm until I collapse in his embrace, still straddling his hard rod.

“What else can I give you, Angel?” he asks darkly as my breathing slows, still lost in the grip of heady satisfaction.

“I need your cock, Reese. I need you so badly I can’t even think. What are you doing to me?”

“The same thing you’re doing to me,” he confesses, his hands struggling to unbutton his Wranglers. The whir of his zipper awakens dangerous, desperate needs. He slides down his boxers, and I steal a glance at his huge, taut cock. Straight and thick, an angry-looking vein runs down the side, his head dripping with pre-cum. I want so badly to taste him, but I’m still rubbery and jointless from coming so hard, and he clearly has other things on his mind.

One large hand grips my hip possessively while the other guides his silky, smooth head through my folds. “I’m clean, and I have condoms … if I can get my head on straight enough to remember where they are or how to use them.”

“I’m clean, too, and I’m on the pill. So, unless you feel like straightening your head, you don’t have to.”

Reese’s expressive green eyes search mine. “Just so we’re clear. It’s been a long, long time since I did this. And sex isn’t something I take lightly. Neither is being married to you, though I know you say it’s all about collateral. But once I bury my cock in your juicy pussy, especially raw, I’m claiming you, Esmeralda. So, if you’re feeling something else, you need to tell me now.”

Tears sting the backs of my eyes as I palm his square-cut jawline, fingertips dancing over the soft, silky hair of his beard. My mind is a whirlwind, mystified at how fast all of this is happening and feeling down to my bones the rightness of it. “I want a husband, not a lover. A father to my children, not a good time. It’s been ages for me, too. And I never in my wildestdreams saw this coming. But, yes, Reese, I want you to claim me. Make me yours.”

Grabbing my hips with both hands, he slides me over his rod, inch by inch, filling me until I gasp for air.

“Goddamn,” he grunts, squeezing my hips and waist until I’m sure they’ll bruise, his head cocked to the side in concentration. “You feel way too good. Fuck, I can barely—” He breathes hard, burying his head at the nape of my neck, his hot, moist exhales sending delicious tremors of want up and down my core.

He lifts his head, his eyes meeting mine, and I grip his neck firmly, raising my hips before sliding back down over his thick perfection. He groans, his eyes rolling back in his head as I work my hips back and forth, playing with the depth and the angle as his muscular hips thrust up into me. His cock feels huge, stretching me to the point of a delectable pain. It drives my hips downwards as he guides my motions with his massive hands.

“You’re so warm and wet, and you want me so fucking much. I can feel it the way you’re gripping my cock, and how your pussy walls flutter around me. Like you’re trying to suck me in.”

“Yes,” I whimper, exhaling sharply as I lower my hips over him again, cock stretching me taut, as my breath shudders beneath the weight of our building tension.

The burly cowboy’s eyes pool as he catches my gaze, swirling with lust, tenderness, and devotion. Spitting on his hand, he finds my clit, circling it with his slick thumb. My hips buck, and my channel convulses, my focus centered on the feel of his fingers inching me toward total surrender. The kind that’ll have me sharing his bed, home, and heart for as long as I breathe. I didn’t know feelings like this could prove so powerful or so sudden.

“Come for me,” he urges, deep-voiced and powerful. “I need to feel you shatter around me, and I need to fill you up to the brim.”

“Yes, please,” I beg, sliding over his slick girth. He angles my hips with his free hand so that his head stimulates my G-spot with every pass until I orgasm so hard my screams echo through the ranch house. Grabbing my shoulders, he thrusts into me hard, growling and bestial, his movements charged with desperate desire.

“Angel,” he yells, releasing into me. As warm waves of cum flood me, he grips my back, burying his head against my shoulder. Locked in his steel grip, I tremble as his cock continues throbbing his release. I melt so completely in his arms that I no longer know where I end, and he begins.

“Damn,” he says, an ear-to-ear grin on his face as he caresses my back, wrapping his arms tightly around me and squeezing me against his chest. “Is this real or a dream? Because if I’m somehow unconscious, imagining all of this, don’t ever wake me.”

“No, it’s as real and as raw as it gets, Reese. But that doesn’t mean I can wrap my head around it any better.” I shake my head, still marveling at the wild unfolding of today’s events, as I eye my wedding band, my thumbs happily covering his dimples.

“Is that enough collateral for you?” he asks gruffly, eyeing me. “Because I just gave you everything I have to give.”

“It was incredible, Reese. I loved every single, blissful second of it.”

“Good, because that’s your new daily norm. So, you better get used to it.”

My fingers dip down over his back, and he inhales sharply. “Oh, shoot, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hit your hurt places.”

“It’s okay. But it’s got me thinking about this unbelievable day. Angel, we could very well both be dead beneath the rubble of the barn right now if it wasn’t for two back-to-back miracles—you finding one hole to escape through and me another. Both perfectly sized for our bodies. Talk about mind-boggling shit.”

“I know.” I rub my hands over his beard, soaking him up with my eyes, really allowing myself to absorb his handsomeness for the first time without my shields up or anything between us. I giggle as realization hits me. “You are filthy dirty, and so am I. We need to clean up badly.”

He nods, grinning. “I’ll get your luggage from the car and then show you upstairs to our bedroom and bathroom. I hope you’re okay with a joint shower because I’m not letting you out of my sight.”

“You read my mind, husband.”

Chapter Twelve

ESMERALDA

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