Page 41 of Ranch's Resolve

I leave Ranch outside to make his phone calls and jog up the stairs to his bedroom. My body tingles at the thought of having him all to myself for the night. With thoughts of seduction in my mind, I open my bag to pull out a deep red silk and lace negligee—the red pops against my skin while the silk and lace work together to highlight my curves. I can’t help but feel sexy in it.

I take a quick shower to wash off the smell of llamas and sheep, then rub lotion all over to make my skin silky, smooth, and radiant. The thought of Ranch’s hands exploring my body quickens my breath until I have to take a calming breath or risk hyperventilating. I’ve never been this excited or nervous about being with a man before. My excitement surprises me. We’ve already been intimate, but it feels as if our earlier bout in his bedroom was just a taste of what was to come.

I slide on the lingerie and admire myself in the mirror before climbing on the bed to wait for Ranch. After experimenting with several poses, I laughed at myself for my foolishness. I’m being utterly ridiculous, and I know it. Selecting a position that gives him a view while ensuring I also get one.

I hear the front door open and close. I only have to wait a few minutes before he opens the bedroom door and stops. His gaze heats my skin as it glides from my head to my toes and back again. He runs his tongue over his bottom lip before he grins. That grin turns predatory as he reaches behind his neck to snag his shirt and whip it off.

The sight of his muscular chest and defined abs has me squeezing my legs together in anticipation. My eyes follow his hands as they unfasten his belt and unzip his jeans. My breath comes out in a woosh when his long, thick cock pops into view as he removes his jeans and underwear in one swift movement. He’s magnificent.

“I have a goddess in my bed,” Ranch growls as he leans a knee on the bed while he strokes his cock. He doesn’t move closer, but instead, his eyes roam over my body with an intensity that draws goosebumps. “You’re so fucking beautiful. How did I get so lucky?”

“If you come closer, you’ll get luckier,” I whisper to him. His eyes darken with need as he leans forward to grasp my neck. Drawing me toward him, he devours my mouth. I sink into the kiss. I’m lost in his taste and the feel of his firm lips on mine, whimpering when he ends the kiss. He plants a kiss at the corner of my mouth, my cheek, and then under my ear, causing me to shiver. He peppers my neck with nips and kisses as he slides the straps off my shoulders to reveal my breasts.

I run my fingers through his hair as he worships my breasts. That’s the only word I can think of to describe how he treats them. Most guys go straight for the nipples, but not Ranch. He kneads them with his strong fingers and rubs his face over every inch. My breasts are large, so the surface area is expansive. Just when I think Ranch has settled in and staked his claim, he glides his hand along my hip on his way to my ass. He grabs a handful and squeezes.

“I fucking love your ass,” he groans as he lifts my ass with both hands. Using his teeth, he lifts the silk out of his way so he can stare at my pussy. I can feel my essence flowing, so I know I’m glistening for him.

“You’re already so fucking wet for me, baby,” Ranch murmurs before biting my nipple with just enough force to shoot a shock through my system. I can feel my essence gush as he chuckles. “More? You’re too good to me. I can’t resist your taste.” He slides his fingers through my folds before sucking them into his mouth. “Fucking delicious.” He lifts off my gown before tossing it on the floor next to the bed. He nods in approval. “That is pretty, but I prefer it on the floor and not covering what is mine.”

Before I can reply, he lifts my legs and flings them over his shoulder. I gasp with pleasure when he buries his face in my pussy. He licks and nibbles as I writhe, bucking when he slides two fingers inside me and scrapes his teeth over my clit. He pumps his fingers until he sends me over the edge. As the world disappears into whiteness, I barely notice him moving me into a new position. I’m on my hands and knees when he slams inside me and jolts me out of one orgasm to the precipice of another. His fingers dig into my hips as he pulls out and slams back in. I groan in pleasure as I push back to let him slip in further. He feels amazing as he stretches and fills me.

He increases the speed of his thrusts until I lose all sense of self. I’m overwhelmed by the scent of sex and the sounds of flesh smacking against flesh. My orgasm is there, just out of reach, even as he increases the pace. I crave the release, so I claw my way to it. I realize I’m chanting the word ‘more’ over and over. The crack of his hand on my ass is the last push I need to soar. As my senses return, I feel Ranch barrel toward his release. He continues to smack my ass as he pounds into me. Before I knowit, I fly up and over again, crashing when he collapses on top of me.

He’s crushing me, but I can’t move or garner the energy to tell him I can’t breathe. Luckily, he pushes off the bed before I pass out. I hear the sound of the faucet but can’t shift to see what he’s doing. He returns a few minutes later with a warm washcloth that he uses to clean me. He helps me up from the bed so he can lower the covers. After he helps me into bed, he gathers me close and kisses my temple. “Goodnight, my Goddess.”

The next morning, Ranch leads me downstairs and makes us breakfast. I refuse the sausage and bacon but accept the scrambled eggs and toast. He gives me a questioning look but doesn’t pry at my sudden distaste for all things porcine. I may eventually get over my inability to see past their cute little faces, but it isn’t happening today.

“I have a favor to ask,” Ranch says. I nod to encourage him to continue. “Would you be willing to go to Crossroads and talk to Angelica about how she joined the group that crossed onto my property?”

I take a bite of toast and chew before answering. He seems worried about my reaction, and I can’t blame him since the last time he asked, I lost my temper. I’d kicked him out of my house because he wouldn’t give me a reason for questioning her. Do I need to know why he wants the information? Was it any of my business? When I realize the answer is no, I nod. “I can do that. Tell me what you need to know, and I’ll get the information.”

He grins at me before leaning over to kiss my cheek. While he explains what he needs, the sound of multiple motorcycles rumbles through the air as Ranch grabs my plate. “That must be the guys,” Ranch says, putting the dishes in the sink. “Come on, let’s go greet them.”

I take his hand and follow him outside. Four motorcycles are driving toward us, dust kicking up behind them. One bike hasa single rider, while the other three have twosomes. I recognize Reaper, Flame, and Ghost with their women. The fourth is Carver, Ranch’s best friend.

Their arrival brings over Max, Carlos, and several ranch hands. Carlos stands at the edge of the group with Santiago in his arms. Santiago’s eyes widen as the monstrous machines growl. Santiago slaps his hands over his ears, but I don’t think he’s scared. He seems enthralled with the motorcycles.

When they turn off their machines, the silence is almost deafening. Tanya hops off the back of Ghost’s bike and rushes forward to hug me. Ashlyn and Brooke follow her while their men approach Ranch and tap knuckles.

“So, you and Ranch?” Tanya asks with a huge smile. I can’t help but return the smile.

“Yeah, I think so. It’s still new.”

“I’m thrilled,” Tanya says, ignoring my reticence. “Ranch is a great guy, and you’re the best person I know. You deserve happiness. He’ll make you happy.”

“What are you guys doing here?” I ask.

“Ranch asked for help from the guys. They’re going to stay at a neighboring ranch to help out.”

“The Blanchard Ranch, yes, I met them. You’re going to have fun over there. They have the cutest pigs and adorable goats. They also have llamas and sheep.”

“That sounds like fun! I can’t wait,” Ashlyn says. “I’ve never seen a llama up close.”

“I can’t wait to pet the goats,” Brooke says with a chuckle. “I hope they have little ones. There was a video of a man holding a goat like a baby, and it was adorable.”

“You’ll love Adele. She’s very sweet, and I think she’ll enjoy having visitors. She’s taking care of the ranch and her father. Speaking of which, her dad just got out of the hospital. He wassupposed to go into rehab, but he refused to stay away from home.”

“So, you’re saying he needs a physical therapist?” Tanya asks with a knowing smile.

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