Page 26 of Roughing It with the Rancher

“We both want kids and each other. That’s obvious as fuck. We both like steak and eggs for breakfast, coffee and cream, and wild adventures. We want to find your treasure and figure out how to make this damn ranch pay for itself. And we both want to lift whatever curse that’s got cattle herds dying, droughts persisting, and old barns crashing down on our heads. Isn’t that enough?”

“I don’t know.”

“And,” I add, fingering her wedding band as I shower her hand and fingers in slow, sensual swipes of my lips and tongue. “I belong to you the way you belong to me. Let’s make it official.” I inch my head back, eyeing her face.

She opens her mouth to speak, but nothing comes out. Her eyes are locked on my lips.

“You are so fucking beautiful.” My throat feels tight, my voice in imminent danger of cracking. The backs of my eyes sting, overcome by this precious treasure. She’s more than I’ve ever wanted, more than I deserve. But it doesn’t temper my fierceneed to claim her—rise to the occasion, become a better man, and do whatever it takes to keep her.

“Let me please you,” I beg. “Show you just how goddamned compatible we are. Please.”

Chapter Eleven

ESMERALDA

Let me please you. Show you just how goddamned compatible we are. Please.

Desire sizzles through me, the juncture between my legs tight and painful, pressed against his rock-hard dick. I can’t think. I can’t breathe, and my heart races. Every part of me distilled down to need.

“Yes,” I whisper as his large, rough hand slides beneath the hem of my skirt, searing the flesh of my outer thigh. My pussy pulses, needy and demanding, impatient to feel this handsome cowboy’s fingers at my pleasure center.

At the top of my thigh, he follows the crease down until his fingers dance over my moist panties. Reese groans, closing his eyes as his thumb rubs over the silky, wet fabric. “You’re so fucking wet, Angel. Is this for me?”

I nod, biting my bottom lip, arms wrapped around his neck and hips sliding back and forth over his erection. My mind feels fuzzy, driven solely by hunger. Am I really contemplating fucking a man I met less than twenty-four hours ago? No, I’m considering loving the husband the Universe unexpectedly blessed me with.

“Yes, Reese. I don’t know what in the hell you do to me. But I can’t lie. I want you desperately. Almost losing you in the barn made that painfully clear. I don’t ever want to feel regret like that again.” My voice trembles, and his eyes melt.

“What regret, Angel?”

“The regret of not making my feelings clear to you.”

“Fuck,” he growls, pushing my panties frantically to the side and sliding his thick pointer finger through my folds. “How have I gone from the worst night of my life to the best day of my existence in less than twenty-four hours?”

“But you’re covered in cuts and bruises,” I remind him, whimpering as his finger slides back and forth, teasing my pussy lips as his thumb finds my clit, lazily circling the greedy nub. “How can this possibly be the best day of your existence?”

“It is now that I’m covered in my wife’s honey,” he answers darkly, the sound of that word “wife,” lighting up my whole body as his finger inches into my pussy, moaning at its feel.

“Yes,” I whisper, gasping as his cream-slick digit works my channel, his breath growing harder and faster. His mouth covers mine, drowning out my whimpers and tiny cries with his tongue as his finger takes me higher. He adds a second, the perfect stretch, as he finds my G-spot, curling his finger back towards himself, a delicious, delirious sliding motion that has my hips arching nearer him and my head falling back.

I gasp in ecstasy, pleasure heightened by the naughtiness of Reese simultaneously being a near stranger and my husband. There’s something so delectably forbidden about it. I can’t get enough.

“Yes,” I beg, falling in love with his intuitive, skillful touch. As if he’s reading my mind through my flesh, his eyes locked on my every reaction.

“God, Esmeralda, you feel like paradise. I need inside you so badly.”

“Yes, Reese, please. Take me.”

“Not until you drench my hand, Angel. I won’t give you this cock or make you forget your goddamned name until you cover my palm in your sweet cum.”

“But I can’t do that,” I protest through pants, my eyes closed and my body free floating. “I’ve never squirted in my life.”

His touch grows more insistent, his fingers stroking me slick and swollen and ready to explode. “Trust me, and relax.” He covers my neck in kisses, biting and nipping at me as his tongue traces desire to my shoulders and then lower.

“Lift up your blouse,” he commands, his skillful fingers pushing me closer and closer to the edge. I ride his hand unrepentantly. He uses his other to stroke my pearl. Nothing exists beyond the bliss of my husband working me into a messy frenzy. His mouth hungrily finds my nipple, biting and teasing it through the lace of my bra. His hot breath sends shivers up and down my spine as he sucks and licks the lace, teasing and twisting me between his teeth until I scream.

It echoes through the room, my pussy tightening and spasming around his fingers as the pace of his other hand increases, sliding rapidly over my nub, matching the intensity of my need with his fast-paced motions.

“I can’t wait to bury my head in your pussy, wife, and eat you the fuck out.” He pulls his hand from my pussy, bringing it to his mouth and licking his arousal-shiny fingers clean. “Just like I thought. You taste like heaven.”

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