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“This what you want, huh?” he asked, dropping his lips to mine as he thrust in earnest between my thighs. It wouldn’t take much for me to orgasm again—I could already feel it building inside of me. “Needy girl wants to get bred.” He paused, his eyes widening for a moment, as if the words shocked him.
I couldn’t hold back my moan. While the words should have freaked me out, they had the exact opposite effect. I was hot all over, biting my lip as I considered the idea. Why was the thought of Mason getting me pregnant sohot?
Maybe not now.But it was hard not to picture it.
He grunted, his thumb finding my clit and rubbing it as he pumped his cock into my pussy. It was obvious with each thrust just how wet I was, the squelching noises filling the space as our bodies came together, over and over again.
“Mason.”I cried his name. “Please. Give me your cum.”
And as he spilled inside of me—the light snow still coming down outside—I couldn’t help but think that if he knocked me up, I wouldn’t even be mad.
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You seem happy,” my dad commented as I finished up my work, sliding my chair underneath my desk. “This have anything to do with the girl your mother was telling me about? The Sullivan’s daughter?”
I ran my fingers through my hair. Of course, she’d told him. I shouldn’t have been surprised.
“Maybe,” I murmured, looking out the window.
I’d come home to Emily every single night since she’d come with me, and yeah—it had been damn hard to wipe the smile off my face these days. We’d brought her car back, too, so she could come and go from my cabin, letting her head home and water all of her mom’s plants and check on her parents’ house when she needed to.
But at night, she was in my bed. And every morning, I gave her a kiss before I slid out of bed, heading out to the ranch to take care of things. I wanted every day to be just like this last week had been. To be together, whatever that looked like.
She told Hannah that she wasn’t planning on going anywhere anytime soon. Did that mean she wanted to stay here with me? I sure as fuck hoped so.
And then, afterwards, she’d blown my mind by riding me in the barn.
“I just want you to follow your heart, son.” My dad clasped his hand on my shoulder. “That’s all your mom and I have ever wanted from you. For you to be happy. To have the life you want.”
“I know.” I was all choked up. “I feel like I wasted so much time on the wrong woman when the right one was here all along.” I shook my head.
“So don’t let her go.”
“It’s not that simple.”
“Isn’t it?” He winked. “If I know you—and I do—I know you’ll give that girl everything. But just make sure that she’ll giveyoueverything too, okay?”
I nodded. “Yeah, Dad.” I looked outside. “I should go.”
“Bring her by the house soon,” he told me as I grabbed my coat and slipped it on. “Your mother and I would like to say hi.”
I chuckled. “Will do.”
Waving goodbye to my dad, I headed outside, eager to head home—back to Emily.
Back to the girl I hadn’t been able to get my mind off of from that first night in the bar.
Was it because I’d known, even then, that she was the one for me? Somehow, in the back of my mind, I knew it was true. What would have happened if I’d kissed her then? If I hadn’t been stupid, trying to deny my attraction to her because she was Hunter’s little sister?
She might have been eight years younger than me, but did that really matter in the grand scheme of things? No, we were both adults. As long as we both wanted the same thing—and I was pretty sure we did, especially after the way she’d reacted when I’d accidentally let it slip that I had a slight breeding kink when it came to her. The thought had my cock twitching in mypants, more eager than ever to go find the girl who I was pretty sure was my forever.
“What are we doing here?” Emily frowned as I shut off the truck, pulling up outside ofGiddy Up.After I’d got home from a long day of work, I’d told her we were going out, and to put on something that made her feel pretty. Em had dressed up in a tight plaid skirt, a long-sleeved top that hugged her tits in all the best ways, and a pair of cowgirl boots.
My hand slid up her bare thigh. I was trying hard not to ask whether she had any panties on underneath it. Lately, more often than not, she wasn’t wearing any when I got home, leaving me free to pick her up and eat her out on the counter or fuck her on the kitchen table. Plenty of times, we’d been so desperate for each other that we hadn’t left the couch. It was fucking incredible.
I squeezed her leg. “Havin’ a do-over, darlin’.”
