Page 10 of Filthy and Fierce

I don’t want to pull out, but I know I need to.

I carry her over to the couch and lay her down as I pull out of her.

I can feel her eyes on me as I walk to the bathroom off the office. I grab a washcloth, and while I wait for the water to warm up in the sink, I look at myself in the mirror. Quickly, I look away because the guilt on my face is too much for me to handle right now. After cleaning myself up, I wet another cloth and walk back into the room, and Faith has her shirt on and is pulling up her underwear. “What do you think you’re doing?”

She blinks. “Uh, we were done, so?—”

I cut her off. “You said I had tonight. Tonight isn’t over.”

Her mouth drops. “We’re doing that… again?”

I lay her back on the couch and pull her panties back off. As I clean her up, inspecting her swollen, red pussy, I ask her, “You’re sore, aren’t you?”

She gestures to my cock. “Well, you try fitting that thing inside you and see how you feel afterwards.”

I lean down and press a kiss to her mound. She jumps on contact.

After disposing of the cloth, I sit down on the couch and pull her onto my lap.

She lies gently on top of me. “What now?”

I run my hand down her back. “I need a little time to recuperate.”

She sighs and lays her head on my chest. I wait for the awkwardness to set in, but it doesn’t, and I don’t want to think about how good it feels to lie like this with her. “How long are you staying in Whiskey Run, Faith?”

She groans. “Are you going to try and run me off too? I’m not leaving, Dixon. I’m staying right here.” She lifts her head to look at me. “I mean, not right here. I promise I know what this is. I’m not going to start following you around or anything.”

I lean my head back and let myself go there. I think about what it would be like if I could claim Faith as mine. Normally a thought like that would make me break out in hives, but right now, it’s giving me a warm and fuzzy feeling that I don’t want to dissect. “I’m not worried about it.” Clearing my throat, I change the subject. “So what are you going to do with your fancy accounting degree?”

She moans. “Geez, that’s another thing I should probably talk to my father about. I didn’t get an accounting degree.”

I raise up. She’s been gone for five years, and this whole time Charlie has thought she was getting a degree. If that’s not the case, what has she been up to? “What have you been doing, Faith?”

She rolls onto her stomach and props herself up on my chest. “I have a degree in agribusiness.”

Surprised doesn’t even begin to cover it. “Faith, that’s amazing. Why wouldn’t you tell your dad that you were getting a degree in agribusiness? He would have to appreciate that you would be able to help him here on the ranch.”

Her reply is instant and heartbreaking. “He doesn’t want me here on the ranch.”

I open my mouth to say that’s not true, but then I close it quickly. Charlie has always pushed her to do things away from the ranch. Hell, he wouldn’t even let her go to a close college to commute. He wanted her out, seeing the world. Maybe he has his reasons, but whatever they are, he’s hurting his daughter. I don’t know what to say to her. “You should tell your dad. He’d be proud of you.”

She murmurs something, and it’s obvious she doesn’t think so, but she doesn’t seem like she wants to talk about it. “So what about you, Dixon? What’s your plan? You going to work at the Allen Ranch and ride in the rodeo until you’re old and gray?”

I laugh. “Har, har. I’m not that old, but yeah, I love it here, and I want to stay on. Your dad has been…”

I let my voice trail off because it doesn’t feel right what I was about to say. She sits up. “It’s okay. I know he’s been your mentor and like a father to you. I’m glad you’ve had each other.”

I suck in a breath. “He gave me a few acres on the southside to build a house and raise a family.”

Her eyes widen, and she looks almost stricken. “But Faith, he also said that the ranch will be yours. He’s not giving me theranch or anything. He did say if anything ever happened to him, he’d want me to stay and manage it to help you, but he wasn’t giving me your birthright.”

She shakes her head side to side. “So… you’re building a house… on the southside… and you’re getting married…”

She’s backed away from me to the far end of the couch. I almost feel ridiculous having this conversation right now. She has her shirt on, and it’s covering her body for the most part, but I’m still sitting here buck naked. I reach for her because I don’t want to let her go, not even to sit on the other end of the couch. “I’ve started building the house, but no, I’m not getting married… not yet anyway.”

I start to imagine Faith, with her red hair, big blue eyes, and curvy body in a white wedding dress, and my cock starts to come to life. I reach for her, tugging at her shirt. “Take this off.” I gesture to my naked self. “You’re a little overdressed.”

She pulls at her shirt but doesn't take it off. “I’m not just going to sit around naked.”

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