He worked his ass off for years just so I could have my dream of buying The Hidden Hollow and renovating it. He wasn’t home, because he picked up extra jobs for me.
Laying in his arms questioning everything I’ve been thinking about for the last few months is making my chest feel tight.
Maybe I was too hard on him. Not saying he didn’t do anything wrong, but I also did wrong. Now I have to admit that to not only myself, but to him. It feels like the last few weeks have been alie. He’s been doing all the work while I’ve been sitting with my anger.
“You’re thinkin’ too hard.“ Cupping my face in his hand he pulls my gaze towards him.
Giving him a weak smile, I ask, “Would you like to go on a date with me? We could go to Bozeman, eat at the steakhouse you like. I bet Jess would cover for me.”
“That sounds nice. We could go dancin’ after.”
“You hate going there.” I chuckle thinking of the last time he attempted to dance with me at my favorite bar.
“But you love it.” He kisses my forehead.
“Okay, I’ll text Jess to see if she can cover for me tomorrow, if we can even open.”
“Sounds good. I’ve got a few chores to get done with Murray, but I should be done around lunchtime. We’ve been having issues with some of the newer ranch hands and want to make our presence known so they aren’t fuckin’ around.” He rolls his eyes.
Whenever they get new guys they always try to push their luck. Cal is a fair boss, but he sets his expectations early on. If they don’t like it, they leave, usually ending up at Black Key Ranch where they don’t care so much about actual ranching, with the same assholes who ruined my bar.
I snuggle into Cal’s side, wrapping my arm around his middle. It’s so cozy, his scent and heat fills my senses and it’s everything I’ve been missing.
The next thing I know, I’m being carried up the stairs in Cal’s arms. He places me gently on my bed before kissing my forehead.
When he turns to leave, I reach out to grab his arm. “Please, stay?”
“You want me to stay?” The shock is evident in his voice and for some reason it pierces my heart.
“I do.”
“Just till you fall back asleep.” He strips his jeans off before crawling in the bed next to me.
“No. I want you to come back to me.”
He kisses me. A sweet gentle kiss at first, but everything, all of tonight has me pushing my body into his, demanding more from him. Judging by his growing cock that’s pressing into my belly, I’d say he’s more than on board with giving me more. It’s been a long fucking time.
“I never left you, babe.” He grips my hips, pulling me over his lap so I’m straddling him.
His hands travel under my tee, over my breasts and around to unhook the bra standing in his way while I pull the tee over my head. Both get tossed to the floor at the same time so I’m bare to him.
His rough hands massage my sensitive breasts, tweaking my nipples between his fingers. Leaning forward I dangle them over his mouth, letting his beard scrape across my skin. Hot breath on my nipple has me anticipating his next move.
But it isn’t what I expect. He flips us over, my back hitting the mattress. His hands fist in the side of my leggings, ripping them down my legs, panties and all.
“You have too many clothes on,” I pant out while his mouth sucks in a peaked nipple.
“I’m busy. It’s been too fucking long since I’ve tasted you and worshipped this body.”
Same.Reaching between us I grip the hem of his tee, pulling it over his head. His cock presses the limit of those boxer briefs, but they’re next.
Tossing his clothes somewhere toward the end of the bed, his cock is hard against my thigh.
God, I’ve missed him.
His fingers trail a path between my thighs before slipping inside me.
“Fuck. You’re so wet for me. Have you missed my fingers and my mouth?”
