Time to prove to my little runaway cowgirl that we can have forever.
“Come with me, honey. You trust me, yes?”
Without hesitation, her head nods, her eyes holding mine. “Yes. I trust you.”
Beaming at her, I crush her to me, soaking her new cowgirl duds. I seal my mouth to hers, groaning when she opens her lips to let my tongue slip inside. Her hands tangle in my hair, knocking my hat off again. I catch it as I set her on her feet, putting it on her head.
“Looks better on you anyway.”
Turning towards the door, I lead her to the porch. I grin at her as she raises a hand to hold the hat on her head. Her return grin makes my heart stutter. God, I am crazy about this woman. I can’t let her go without showing her just how much.
“Can you run in those boots, honey?”
“I can run in anything, cowboy. It’s what I do.”
Holding hands, we run through the rain, both of us laughing as we’re soaked in seconds. I steer her past the stables, past all the other bunk houses, and even the main house. I nod at one of the older barns, one atop a sloping hill.
Pushing the sliding doors open, I rush her inside. It’s full of hay and supplies, a barn we rarely use anymore. When the ranch outgrew this, they kept building, resulting in newer, better equipped barns. This place is a favorite of mine, and I lead her to the loft ladder to show her why.
Wynn quirks a brow, smirking at me with questions in her eyes. Once she climbs up, she will have her answers. Sighing, she shrugs and starts climbing. Unable to help myself, I smack her ass as I start to climb up after her. Her soft giggle makes my chest ache.
Once we reach the top, I smack her ass again, bringing her against me. Wynn sighs and tilts her head back, waiting for the kiss I plant on her soft, pillowy lips. I kiss her softly, being as gentle as I can be even as my entire being is screaming at me to take her to the ground and show her how badly I want her.
“This is the best spot on the ranch,” I tell her between kisses.
“Figured you take me to your bunk to give me that line.”
“Not a line, honey. Do I need a line to get you beneath me?”
Wynn’s eyes darken in the dim light of the lights strung up along the rafters here. Pushing up on her feet, she brushes her lips against mine. I tighten my arms around her, lifting her off her feet as our kiss changes. Her hands push at my shirt again, but I stop her.
“Let me show you why I brought you here, honey.”
Going to the bale doors, I throw them open, laughing as they swing wide in the wind of the rainstorm. They slam against the barn. Lighting strikes outside, lighting up the view I brought her to see. It’s the whole ranch beneath us, and the Rolling Hills in the distance.
“Wow. This is…Wylder, baby, this is…just wow.”
Whenever she calls me baby, the slightest eastern lilt comes out. I love it because it’s as if she is not used to using that word. As if she says it a special way just for me. Just the way I call her honey—an endearment I have only ever used on her, the way I use it on her.
“It is, huh,” I husk, moving behind her to wind my arms around her. “It’s a sight I come up to see whenever I feel a little lost. We’re all a little lost sometimes, honey. We all run from things. When you have a place to call home, a place this beautiful, even if its not this place, you don’t want to run.”
Wynn sighs in my arms, lying her head back against my shoulder. I don’t know if I can convince her to give me a chance. To give us a chance. I am going to give it my best shot though.
Dipping my head, I nuzzle my face against her throat, knocking my Stetson off her head. Her body softens against me, her arms lifting to wind back around my neck. A soft moan fills the quiet as I start kissing at her neck, finding a spot that makes her soften more.
“I want you, Wynn, honey. I want you even if it’s just one night. Just a few weeks. Just a few moment. I want you so bad, I would live with letting you go as long as I get to have you once,” I whisper against her jaw, my hands pulling at the misbuttoned buttons on her top.
I almost had her in that stall. I was seconds from pulling my cock out and sliding home inside her. I talked too much. I let her think too long. I won’t make that mistake again. I would stop right now if she asked me to, but I am hoping she doesn’t.
Wynn turns in my arms, her head tilted back. Before I can ask if she wants me as badly as I do her, she gives a little jump. I catch her, helping her wind her thick thighs around me. I take a few steps back from the open doors, towards a spread of hay I knew would be here.
Tugging down a tack blanket from one of the hooks overhead, I spread it over the hay. It will have to do. I dip her back, spreading her out on the hay. I feel as if I have run a mile as I pull back, gazing down at her. Her top is spread open, her lacy blue bra barely covering her full tits.
“God, you are the most beautiful thing,” I rasp, reaching out to snap the front snap of her bra. “I will never see something this beautiful again.”
“Come here, honey,” she whispers the words I have said a hundred times since we met. “I want to feel you. I want you inside me. Don’t make me beg, baby.”
“Oh, that is the plan, honey,” I snark with a grin as I kneel between her spread thighs. “If I make you beg, I know I am doing it right.”
