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“I love you, too, Charlotte.” I scoop her up into my arms and carry her to my house, where I spend the rest of the day showing her how much I missed her and that I will never let her go.
Epilogue - Charlotte
Five Years Later
Iscream out, feelinghim deep in my ass. After all these years, he never gets enough of being inside of me. This time, he's balls deep in my ass as I’m bent over the desk in his home office.
“You asked for this, didn't you?” He grunts, pumping inside of me with quick, short strokes that drive me crazy.
“I have no idea what you are talking about. I just came in here to tell you Brynnlee picked up the kids and took them over to her ranch for a sleepover.” I make my voice sound as innocent as I can.
“You came into my office without any fucking panties on.” Rhett grunts, his thrusts so forceful they’re rocking his desk. “Do you like teasing me, wife? Or do you like your punishment when you’re a bad girl?”
“It was an honest mistake. I forgot to put them on.” I lie.
He wraps an arm around my waist and pinches my clit, causing me to cry out as I come, squeezing his shaft tightly. Rhett unloads his cum in my ass before flipping me over, placing me on his desk, and dropping to his knees, devouring my pussy juices and eating me out while I come on his face.
He stands up and gently cleans my ass with a bunch of tissues before cleaning himself. Instead of pulling his pants up, because in his haste to get inside me, he only had time to toss my skirt up and unzip his pants before he was balls deep inside me, thrusting like his life depended on it, he picks me up and lays me on the soft rug in front of the fireplace.
He removes his clothes before pulling my dress over my head and lying down next to me. “Since I can’t trust that you’ll remember to wear panties around me, I’ll just have to keep you naked and satisfied so you’ll stay out of trouble while the kids are at Brynnlee’s.”
“Yes, Sir.” I thrust my chest out at him and give him a fake salute.
“I like that, say it again.” He leans down, rubbing his already hard cock over my pussy.
“Yes, Cowboy.” I switch it up just to hear his possessive growl, as he takes me again and again until we're both too exhausted to move.
Before I fall asleep, I take a moment to silently thank Grandma Betty Sue, just like I do every day, for bringing this lovable, filthy cowboy into my life.
-The End-
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Autumn
Fall is my favorite time of year — given my name, Autumn, it almost has to be. My sisters and I moved to this charming mountain town a few months ago, finally turning our dream of owning a bakery into reality. With a town festival nearly every month, our new pastry food truck has been an enormous success.
I'm eager to see how people respond to our new pumpkin spice turnovers, but my excitement fades now that I’ve caught the eye of a charming stranger who I’m sure is only in town for the Mountain Man Challenge.
When he asks me for a kiss before every event to be his good luck charm, I agree, knowing it’s harmless since he’ll be gone after the festival.
Ridge
Autumn thinks I’m just some drifter in town for the prize money from the Mountain Man Challenge Festival. Little does she know, I’m the new investor in the Mountain Man Sanctuary for wounded veterans that Bay and Jessa Blackwood plan to open.
I’ve been in town for a couple of months now, surveying the site and overseeing the construction of the cabins and community center for the sanctuary. I’ve been watching from the shadows as Autumn dances and flirts with all the local mountain men at various town events. The only thing stopping me from claiming her sooner is her lack of enthusiasm for those mountain men.
The Annual Mountain Man Challenge Festival is the perfect opportunity to make my presence known by winning the challenge and Autumn’s heart—I just need a good luck kiss from the woman of my dreams to make that happen.
Chapter One
Autumn
“Check out that sexy mountain man on the other side of the farthest picnic table,” Charlotte, our newest employee, nudges my arm. “He’s been staring at you like he wants to lick your frosting—if you know what I mean, for the last half hour.” Her laughter draws the attention of a few other mountain men sittingin our outdoor seating area in front of our pastry food truck, along with one very grumpy-looking cowboy. He seems to be glaring daggers at those same mountain men while splitting his gaze between them and Charlotte.
“I’d be more worried about that delicious-looking cowboy over there.” I nudge her arm back, nodding at the sexy guy wearing tight jeans, a plaid shirt that stretches over his muscular chest, and a cowboy hat. “Looks like he wants to coat you in his homemade frosting.”
