“And I missed you too.”
My hand slipped beneath her dress, gliding over her silky-soft skin. My fingers traced the edge of her panties, easing them down and off her hips.
“Ryan,” she moaned softly.
“Yes, Sunshine, what do you need?” Her arousal was evident as I stroked her barely covered mons.
“You.” Her voice hitched.
Slowly, my middle finger delved between her plump folds and stroked into her core.
“Yes,” she whimpered.
Jo sounded so sweet; I added another finger. Placing her hand on my shoulders, she held on, burying her head in the crook of my neck. I could feel her tightening around me. Her breath hitched as I curled my fingers, finding the spot that made her tremble. I obeyed her soft moans as they grew louder, urging me to go deeper, to take her higher. Her walls gripped my finger in a vice-like grip as her essence flooded my digits.
“You are so fucking beautiful when you come,” I praised.
Slipping my fingers from her core, I couldn’t resist the urge to taste her essence on my fingers. The salty-sweet tang of her arousal clung to my tongue, sending a shiver of satisfaction through me. Fuck, she was delicious. My dick throbbed, hard and aching, desperate to feel the slick heat of her wet, tight pussy.
I spun her away from me, my grip firmas I guided her movements.
“Put your hands on the wall,” I commanded, my voice low and authoritative. She complied, and I hiked up the skirt of her dress, exposing her to my gaze. The sight of her, vulnerable and enticing, sent a surge of desire through me. I unzipped my pants, freeing my length, which throbbed with anticipation. She glanced over her shoulder, her eyes smouldering with a sultry look. That was all the encouragement I needed. I positioned myself, aligning my cock with her slick, inviting slit, ready to take her.
I thrust forward, burying myself deep inside her, the sensation of her tight heat enveloping me almost overwhelming. Her moan mingled with my groan as I began to move, my hips driving into her with a rhythm that matched the pounding of my heart.
Her back arched as I gripped her hips, pulling her closer with every thrust. The sound of our bodies colliding filled the room, a primal rhythm that drove us both closer to the edge. Her breath quickened, and I could feel her tightening around me, a sign of her impending release. I leaned forward, whispering in her ear, my voice rough with desire. “Come for me.”
Jo’s body tensed, and with a shuddering cry, she came undone around me, the waves of her release pulling me closer to my own climax. I followed her over the edge, my release spilling into her.
“You are a really good host.” Jo laughed after I helped her get cleaned up.
I carried her bags up to my bedroom, a space that felt deeply personal and private. In showing her around, I felt a sense of ease, as though her presence there was meant to be.Having Jo in my space felt natural, like something I had been waiting for. It was the first time I had ever invited a woman into this bedroom, and it felt significant.
“Your place is so spacious. No wonder you suggested expanding the cottage or building a bigger one on the property.”
I worked out a deal with Amara to purchase her cottage for Jo. Unfortunately, it couldn’t be a surprise because Jo handled all the property transfers in Willowridge.
“I don’t mind the size of the cottage. I just figured that as the baby grows, she’ll…”
Jo rolled her eyes.
“…need lots of room to play.”
She pressed her hand to her belly. “Why do I have the feeling you are going to spoil this baby?”
“Spoil?” I shrugged. “I don’t know about that, but I will take care of our child and you. You’ll both have whatever you need and want.”
Jo gave me a tight smile, the way she often did whenever I hinted at our lives beyond co-parenting. I was content not to push, at least for now. I had a lot to prove to her before she could accept my vision of our future.
The next morning, I took her over to the Broken Stone Ranch. I introduced her to the owner, Big Terry, his daughter, Sally-Lois, and the ranch hands.
The initial meeting was awkward. Jo would have been furious if I had introduced her as my wife, but I’d be damned if I didn’t acknowledge her asmine. I figured the way I had my arms wrapped around her waist and referred to her as “my Jo” conveyed the message I wanted to send. Jo didn’t seem to mind, though her expression remained unreadable. I could feel the tension in her body, but she didn’t pull away. It was a minor victory, but one I was willing to take.
Any lingering tension from meeting everyone was forgotten when Jo met my horse. Jo’s face lit up with joy as she approached Vader.
“Ryan, he is beautiful. Can I ride him?” She gently reached out and stroked Vader's sleek, dark coat, her fingers moving with a soft, rhythmic motion.
I hesitated, knowing Vader’s unpredictable nature and how he only truly got along with me. He could be stubborn and difficult to manage, and I didn't want Jo taking any risks, especially in her current condition. “Absolutely not,” I answered without hesitation.
