RYAN
In an instant, my daughter Regina transformed from a baby into a lively toddler, full of energy and personality, answering only to the name RJ. Harrison’s daughter, Ashleigh, gave Regina the nickname, and it stuck—it suited her perfectly. Her mother often said, “RJ is a mini-Ryan, with curls, in overalls.”
RJ is a whirlwind of energy; her overalls became a symbol of her adventurous spirit. She dashes across the ranch, her curls bouncing as she explores every corner with unrelenting curiosity. The overalls, her favourite attire in a rainbow of colors and materials, grant her the freedom to move unhindered as she chases animals, rides her pony, climbs trees, and tackles chores with an enthusiasm that often creates more work than it completes.
She keeps her mother and me constantly on our toes, filling our days with endless surprises and laughter, but we wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world. And I wouldn't change sharing my life and home with Jo. She is a loving and patient momma, with a nurturing spirit that shinesthrough in every moment. Together, we’ve built a beautiful family, creating cherished memories over shared meals, cozy story times, and lively games. I’ve even passed on my baking skills to RJ, blending tradition with new family rituals. The messes are worth it.
Two years ago, Jo’s brother Norris decided ranch life wasn’t for him. I took the Northern Velvet Ranch off his hands. It was a win-win. The Welches wanted family to remain on the land, and I wanted to put down more roots that kept me busy. Beyond the practicalities, taking over the Northern Velvet Ranch was about preserving a legacy and creating a space where our family could grow and thrive together.
Living on the Northern Velvet Ranch marked a significant transition for Jo, but as I promised when we got married, she can retreat to the apartment above her law office when she needs a break. Sometimes, our little girl accompanies her, while other times Jo spends a night or two there alone. Even so, it never feels like Jo and I are truly apart. We have found a way to enjoy Jo’s breaks. Our late-night phone calls often turn steamy, keeping our intimate connection strong.
I can’t help but smile when I think of her last ‘break.’
“How was your day?” I asked, my voice softening as I settled into the conversation. It had taken forever to get RJ down for the night.
Jo’s voice was warm and inviting as she spoke, her tone carrying a hint of longing that made my chest tighten. “It was good,” she said, her words soft and measured. “But I miss you, Texas.”
Those words, once rare, now felt like a balm. It had taken usyears to reach this point—over two years of marriage before she could admit how much my absence weighed on her.
“I miss you too,” I replied, my voice softening further, a smile tugging at my lips. “Though I have to admit, these late-night calls are becoming a favourite part of my day.”
Her laughter, warm and unbridled, broke through the silence. “Oh, really? I think I know why.”
I didn’t hesitate. “Tell me what you're wearing.”
Her teasing tone dipped even lower as she said, “You know exactly what I'm wearing, and I know what you’re thinking.”
I could almost see the playful glint in her eyes, even though we were miles apart.
“If I were there, I would strip you out of your shorts and spank your bare ass,” I said, the words spilling out with an edge of hunger.
“Then would you kiss it better?”
“Yes,” I said, my voice dropping lower. “Every inch of you.”
There was a moment of silence, charged with anticipation, before she replied, her tone soft and inviting. “I’ll hold you to that.”
“I promise,” I murmured, my voice steady yet filled with desire. “But until then, let me guide you. Close your eyes, imagine my hands on you, and touch yourself like I'm there with you.”
Her breath hitched slightly, and I could feel the connection between us grow stronger, despite the distance.
“Feel my fingers tracing your skin, my lips brushing against you,” I whispered, my voice low and urgent. “Let me take you over the edge.”
Her soft moan echoed in my ear, and I knew she was with me, lost in the moment we created together.
“Picture my hands moving over your body, my lips following every curve. Touch yourself for me. Is my pussy wet?”
“Yes,” Jo answered.
“Perfect, rub your clit,” I instructed her.
“Slip your fingers inside my pussy,” I whispered, my voice dripping with desire. “Stroke into that tightness, like I would if I were there, baby.”
She whimpered. God, she sounded hot, and my imagination surged.
“I’m right here with you,” I whispered, my words wrapping around her like a caress. “Every touch, every shiver, every gasp—it’s all mine.”
“I’m with you, even when I’m not,” I confided, my voice a soft caress.
