Page 88 of Opposites (Never) Attract
“More, more, more,” she chanted, until I could feel her squeezing me from the inside and knew she was coming. I pushed my hand over her mouth to stifle her screams, and then let myself go in a way I’d never even imagined before.
It was pure caveman instinct. I wanted to fill her with my cum. I wanted to watch it run down her thighs. I wanted to mark her. I wanted to see my baby grow inside her.
Because she was mine.
“Tag,” she sighed, collapsing against me. Her arms over my shoulders, her legs still loosely locked around the small of my back. “That was… that was…”
“Shh, baby. Just let yourself calm down.”
After a few minutes, I pulled away from her. Staggering back on legs that weren’t so solid. Like her legs were jelly, when she hopped off the desk, she almost crumbled to the floor. But I managed to keep her upright. I swiped her panties off the floor and did a poor job of cleaning her up with them, mostly because my hand was still shaking from the force of everything.
“There’s a bathroom off the study,” she told me.
Of course, I knew that. I’d practically called this house a second home growing up. But, it felt like it was my responsibility. I’d made her messy, so I wanted to be the one to clean her up. She pulled away from me and I knew I had to let her go.
“Turkey and swiss okay?”
She blinked her fuck drunk eyes at me.
“I told you I was going to feed you. Turkey and swiss cheese sandwich okay, because that’s about the extent of my cooking skills?”
“You don’t have to-”
This time I cut her off with my single raised eyebrow. Because two could play at thatgame.
“Turkey is good,” she said, holding her clothes pressed up against her. She looked ravaged. She looked stunning. I unlocked the door and was about to leave. “Tag?”
“Yes, darlin?”
“Can I have extra mayonnaise on my sandwich?”
It was the tentative nature of the request that tugged on my heart. My girl wasn’t used to asking for things. Which only made me want to give her more.
Fuck. We were in trouble.
“Turkey, extra mayonnaise. You got it.”
EIGHTEEN
SUNSHINE/KAITLYN
The first thingI realized when I woke up was that I wasn’t on the leather couch. Instead, I was in a queen size bed with fresh sheets and a window that looked out over the south paddock. Which meant I was back in the guest room. From here I could see all the way to the bunkhouse, and beyond that, to the small cabin Tag shared with his dad.
The thought of him had me immediately sitting up in bed. I’d left him downstairs after I’d finished my sandwich, with directions to wake me if the numbers went too high or too low. The fact that I’d slept long enough that the sun was up, meant I’d left him alone for hours.
The man had his own full time job to do!
I scrambled into a robe that was hanging in the closet, something Harmony would think of, and bolted downstairs to the study. When I opened the door, there he was. Leaning back in the office chair, hands clasped behind his head. He looked tired, but he hadn’t fallen asleep or left his post.
“Mornin’, darlin,” he said, with a tired smile. The words did something to me. My chest clenched and I looked athim and knew that no one ever in my life had taken care of me as well as he had. And the woman who got to hear those words out of his beautiful mouth every morning was the luckiest woman on the planet.
Immediately, I hated this imaginary woman.
“You stayed awake the whole time,” I said, clutching the lapels of my robe together like he hadn’t seen everything beneath it.
He nodded. “That was the assignment.”
“But, what about the ranch?”
