Page 31 of Ranch's Resolve

“No! I thought you were the good guys! But you’re just as bad as the Spades. You’re all criminals.”

Not wanting to argue in front of my brothers or Carlos, I bend my shoulder into her belly and hoist her over my shoulder. She shrieks and pounds on my back, but I’m not letting her go. As I carry her inside, she threatens me with multiple scenarios. She needs to calm down and listen to what I have to say. We need to have a long discussion. I just hope I can get her to listenbefore she follows through with her inventive ways of removing my manhood.

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN: ATHENA

Forty-five minutes ago, I was sliding warm chocolate chip cookies into a container with the hope that my offering would ease the tension I created when I asked Ranch to leave the previous evening. Gathering my courage, I closed the lid and drove to the Demon Dawg clubhouse to find Ranch. Ever since my session with Tanya, I’d been wavering between maintaining my distance from him or accepting his lifestyle. Remembering the hurt on Ranch’s face when I asked him to leave had been haunting me all day. I finally decided to swallow my pride and offer Ranch an olive branch in the form of gooey chocolate chunks. Little did I know how bad my plan would turn out.

I wave at Cole as I pass through the gates. My resolve crumbles a little when I see all the motorcycles. Every member must be inside. Taking a deep breath, I grab the cookies and tell myself it is better this way. No one will pay us any attention. We’ll just be lost in the crowd. Right?

When I enter the clubhouse, I spot Ranch right away. He’s just coming into the room with two men behind him. I recognize one as a prospect, but the other is a stranger. Ranch turns to speak to the men before I catch his attention. So I maneuverthrough the tables until I’m standing behind him. I reach out to tap his shoulder just as his words filter back to me.

“If you want to keep him from becoming an orphan, then you better do what I fucking say. You’ll work at the ranch. I’ll make sure you work hard. You and your son will stay safe if you do exactly what you’re told. If you don’t, I’ll slit your throat and toss your son into the system,” Ranch growls.

I gasp, which causes him to swing around.

I hear him calling my name, but I can only think about getting out. I drop the cookies and make my escape. Ranch grabs my arm before I reach my car.

“Let me go!” I try to escape and push him away, but his grip is too firm. He isn’t hurting me, but I can’t escape him. “You’re going to kill that man and leave his son an orphan!”

“Athena, please, let me explain,” I try again, but I can’t listen to him. Instead, I push him again, this time using all my strength.

“No! I thought you were the good guys! But you’re just as bad as the Spades. You’re all criminals.”

I stumble when he releases me.

One minute, I’m standing beside my car; the next, I’m staring at Ranch’s ass after he tosses me over his shoulder. I curse at him and promise retribution as he re-enters the clubhouse and carries me up the stairs. He swings me around to close and lock the door, giving me a view of the bedroom. Framed photos of horses and the ranch tell me we are in his bedroom. My eyesight blurs as he swings me off his shoulder, but I find myself over his knee instead of my feet.

“What..? Oww!” My question turns into a howl of pain when his palm lands hard on my ass. Just as the pain registers, he lands another smack. I try pushing off his lap, but he easily holds me in place.

“Now, are you going to calm down and listen, or do I lift your skirt, bare your fine ass, and spank you to tears?”

I gasp at the threat and increase my efforts to get out of the situation I’ve found myself in. He smacks my ass several times in succession until I stop struggling and lay panting over his lap as I consider my next move. But before I make mine, he makes his. The cool air prickles my skin as he bares my ass. I still in shock as he spanks me. Without another word, he peppers my ass until the pain and heat build to a crescendo. I’m fighting the tears, but the pain becomes all-consuming. I stop fighting and collapse as I bawl like a child until I realize the spanking has stopped. Ranch rubs his hand over my globes until my sobs subside.

“Are you going to listen?” he asks.

“Yes, let me up,” I reply.

Instead of releasing me, he continues rubbing my punished ass and chuckles. “No, I think I’ll keep you right here. You’re more likely to listen if you are in this position.”

I silently swear at him, not only because of his threat but because of how good it feels to have him rubbing my sore ass. I don’t know how long he spanked me, and I lost track of the number of smacks he landed. His hands are rough with calluses, and they felt like hard planks of wood as they punished my virgin ass. I shiver at the feel of those hands as they now caress instead of punish. That shiver reaches my core when I feel his hard cock pressing into my hip. I slide my legs open, welcoming his roaming hands between my legs.

“Someone liked her spanking,” Ranch growls as his fingers discover my cream. He glides his fingers through my labia and around my clit. My hips rock in an invitation for those glorious fingers to slide inside me, but instead, he pulls his fingers up to his lips, and they disappear inside his mouth. His groan of pleasure is the sexiest sound I’ve ever heard. “God, you taste so good. I need more.”

He lifts me and tosses me on the bed in a single move. I hiss at the bite of pain as my punished ass hits the comforter, but that pain turns to pleasure when he buries his face between my legs. I slide my fingers into his hair while his hot tongue laps my juices. The pleasure builds higher when he plunges a finger inside me. So, when he presses his thumb against my clit as the finger inside me brushes over my G-spot, I explode. The world goes white as my body jerks with the pleasure rocketing through me. As I float in the haze of pleasure, he strips me of my clothes until I’m naked before him. His eyes travel the length of me, leaving caresses of heat along the path. I feel as if he’s devouring me with his eyes.

When he yanks off his kutte and shirt, I let my eyes return the favor. I study his glorious body as he reveals it. My eyes fixate on his erect cock. I hear a sound, but I can’t pull my eyes away from his magnificent shaft. He strokes himself, and I realize he’s rolled on a condom. My legs fall open without conscious thought, welcoming him inside.

He enters with a single, hard thrust that arches my back off the bed. I cry out in pleasure as he fills me with his cock. He lowers himself over my body and takes my lips with his. The groan rips through me when I taste myself on him. I dig my fingers into his back as his thrusts increase in speed and strength. He’s holding me in place, so I’m forced to take what he gives me. I grasp hold of his ass and bury my fingers into the muscular mounds, urging him to take me harder. Groaning when he does.

The sound of flesh pounding against flesh fills the room. He tears his lips away from mine to kiss the side of my mouth before dragging his teeth along my chin and throat. He stops to take a nip of flesh, and I’m grateful my dark skin won’t show the hickey I know he left behind. His mouth wanders down to my chest, where he nuzzles my breasts. “God, these are more beautifulthan I imagined,” he croons as he lathes his tongue over one nipple and then the other.

I meet him thrust for thrust as the tempo builds between us. He shifts up to grab my waist as he slides out and flips me onto my knees before slamming back inside. The new position has me crying out in pleasure and pain. The palms of his hands and his pelvis smack against my punished globes, raising the heat up another notch. I feel like I’m on a raft rocking through the rapids as he works our bodies into a crescendo that I’m uncertain I’ll survive. When his thumb comes around to crush my clit, I explode with an orgasm more intense than I’ve ever experienced before. I feel my body go limp, and I can’t move. I’m completely at his mercy. Ranch is still pounding inside me. His roar of release echoes around the room and through my weakened bones.

I drop to the bed when he pulls out and takes care of the condom. When he returns, I hear him open something just before he smooths lotion over my globes. The action is so intimate and caring that tears begin to form. Not wanting him to see, I wipe my fingers over my eyes to dry them. He places the lotion on the nightstand before gathering me in his arms.

“We still need to talk,” he reminds me. Chuckling when I grunt and burrow into his warmth. He reaches down to pinch my ass.

I slap his chest, but I lack the strength to give it much force. He locks his fingers with mine and kisses my knuckles.

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