Page 141 of When We Were Us
She wants to help around the ranch and doesn't mind getting her hands dirty. She even enjoys it. Maybe almost as much as me.
After we rubbed down and put up both horses, Wren went back to her place to shower and change, and I’d meant to do the same at the cabin. Right before I left the ranch, Norah stopped by with some questions on a few accounts. So, when I pulled up to the cabin forty-five minutes later, Wren was already pulling in behind me.
When we open the door to the cabin, we find Tucker curled up on the bed, looking extremely pleased with himself. He doesn't even jump down when we comein, just rolls over on his back and waits for belly rubs.
“I’ve never seen a more spoiled ranch dog.” Wren laughs as she sits down next to him and scratches behind his ears. “Your daddy’s a big, ol’ softie, isn’t he, Tucker?” She plants a kiss on his nose.
“Only for that dog and my horse andyou.” I shoot her a wry grin and she rolls her eyes at me.
“Glad I made the list.”
“I’ll grab a shower and we can head out.” We’re heading to Finn's place for dinner. She’s been a little down since Hudson and Paige left a couple days ago, and today is the first day Wren hasn’t spent at least a few hours with her.
I turn on the shower, and with no door, Wren watches me from her place on the bed as I strip off my clothes.
Her eyes roam my body and I smirk at her. “Enjoying the show?”
A slow smile spreads across her face. She nods and goes back to petting Tucker.
While I shower, I let my mind wander over the last few days. It’s crazy how quickly I’ve been sucked back into Wrenley’s orbit. I’m still so in love with this woman that I can’t see past what’s right in front of me, and right now, that’s her. Just her, us, and what we’re doing at this moment.
When I’d finally buried myself in her the other night, I knew there was no going back. I’d never be able to be with anyone else as long as I lived, and if I ever ended up losing her, it would probably kill me. But I can’t think about that because if I do, I will lose my mind.
Now that she's decided to stay, I’ll do whatever it takes to make her see that she belongs right here in Timber Forge with me, for the rest of our lives. I’ll move into town if she wants. I’ll build her a fuckin’ mansion and fill it with twelve hundred pairs of red Chuck Taylors if that’s what it takes.
I’ll do whatever I can to make her see that she is and hasalwaysbeen mine. I’ll love her and make her laugh and tease her and make her come every night until she can’t remember her own name. I’ll treat her so fuckin’ good that she‘ll never want to leave.
Turning off the shower, I wrap a towel around my hips and step out of the bathroom. Wren is laid back on the bed, with Tucker snuggled against her. She smiles when she sees me, and her eyes slowly drag down my body.
“You’re so sexy, all wet like that,” she says into the quiet. It’s husky, and the heat flaring in her eyes has my dick stirring to life.
“Yeah?” She nods, biting that goddamn lip and making me instantly hard. “That’s what you said this morning about the wranglers and cowboy hat.”
She gets up off the bed and crosses the distance to me.
“I liked that, too,” she trails her fingers down my chest, her lips and tongue following. Her other hand grips my dick through the towel, pulling a low moan from my lips.
“You’re gonna make us late, Wrennie Girl.”
She hums as her fingers and lips trail past my belly button, never leaving my skin. With the other hand, she works the towel free and drops it to the floor. Then, she's on her knees in front of me.
God, how I’ve dreamed of her on her knees for me just like this. I look down at her, taking my cock in my hand and giving it a long pull. I know she loves watching me and her gaze takes on a greedy look.
I don’t have to ask what she wants and I’m already hard and ready for her, but I want to hear her to say it. It turns me the fuck on how pliable she is—how eager she is to do what I say and tell me what she wants and needs. I haven’t been with a lot of women, but something about this one can bring out both my soft and dominant side. I love it.
“What do you want, Wrenley?”
“I want you in my mouth.” No hesitation, just honesty.
I grit my teeth and grab a fistful of her hair, using it to leverage her head back a bit. She tucks her bottom lip between her teeth, and she looks so good like this: big brown eyes, long lashes, and so much trust that it makes my chest ache.
“Open.”
Her tongue darts out to moisten her lips. Then, she opens, with her eyes wide and filled with desire. She waits as I step closer to her and drag the head of my cock across her bottom lip. Her eyes flutter shut with a whimpered exhale.
“Eyes on me, Wren,” I whisper.
Her eyes slowly open and what I see there just about sends me to my knees. It isn’t just desire, it's longing and anticipation and pure unadulteratedneed.
