“Is that the family motto?” I asked, slipping my hand into Wilder’s.
“Yeah, and we’re going to have it on a tapestry over our bed one day.” He winked at me and my heart jumped.
It may have been a joke, but it still sounded like heaven. It felt like a promise of the future I knew I wanted. The home, the huge bed opposite a picture window looking out over the ranch, mornings spent eating a lazy breakfast on the porch, eating dinner together and talking about our day…children, lots of beautiful dark haired, brown-eyed babies who looked like their daddy.
“You okay, Brownie?” Wilder whispered. “You tired? Need to go back to the cabin?”
Wrapping my arm around his, I snuggled into his side. “I’m fine, honey. Just thinking how lucky I am.”
He leaned in and kissed the end of my nose. “I’m the lucky one. Lucky that I got my head out of my ass and realized that being friends with benefits was a waste of something incredible.” Touching his forehead to mine, he exhaled; slow and steady. “I love you, Brownie.”
Butterflies, birds, a thousand different wings batted inside my stomach as I inhaled his warm, heady scent. Fresh, citrusy mixed with wood and leather. It was him. My love. My future.
“Hey, you two,” Nash said, interrupting us. “What do you think?”
“About what?” Wilder asked, giving me a quick kiss on my forehead.
“Doing a cookout with all the kids later. Hot dogs, burgers, smores, the whole shebang and then maybe get Gun to get his guitar and sing some songs?”
“Gunner can play guitar?” That was something I had no idea about. “He never said.”
“He wanted to be in a band for about a week. Taught himself three songs.” Nash chuckled. “He’s good at them but there are only three. We’ll just have to sing the chorus a few times.”
Lily shook her head and grabbed Nash’s hand. “Come one big guy, let's go and see how our little girl is doing.”
As she dragged him away, Nash looked over his shoulder and wiggled his eyebrows. “Hear that, Wild, big guy and you know what that means.”
“Yeah, you’ve got a huge fucking head. Dick.”
“Exactly that.” Nash’s deep chuckle rumbled through his chest as he followed his wife who was gazing at him like he hung the damn moon.
“Come on, Brownie.” Wilder tugged on my hand. “Let’s go and join the rest of the family.”
As we followed his brother and his wife, I looked out over the familiar sights and sounds of the ranch as the golden afternoon light cast long shadows across the yard. It was then that I knew this was what I wanted. That one day I really could call The Last Creek Ranch my forever home.
Chapter 53
I’m Yours - Jason Mraz
Wilder
The cabin was quiet except for the soft crackle of the fire and the faint hum of Christmas songs on the radio as the golden glow of the tree lights spilled across Tally’s bare shoulders. She was stretched out in our bed, the quilt slipping low enough to tease me with the promise of everything I wanted. Everything I needed. Everything I’d been thinking about since the second she’d padded to the kitchen this morning in nothing but my t-shirt, oversized and sexy as fuck, with a smile that knocked the air clean out of my lungs.
Now, with her in front of me, the t-shirt gone, I couldn’t seem to slowdown. My hands roamed, greedy, desperate, mapping her curves like I was afraid someone might take the memory from me. The heat of her skin seeped into my palms, every inch of her soft and warm and mine.
“Merry Christmas, Brownie,” I murmured, my voice low, already ragged from wanting her.
She smiled up at me like she knew exactly what she was doing. Moss green eyes molten in the shifting light, lips parting in invitation, hair the color of fall leaves spread across the pillow like a halo.
The tree lights blinked, red, gold and green dancing over the swell of her perfect tits as I pulled the quilt lower. My mouth found her neck, her collarbone, the rise and fall of her chest, worshipping her slow, deliberate kisses that made her sigh and twist beneath me. My dick was throbbing so hard, I wanted to tear into her.
Her nails skimmed the back of my neck, sharp enough to pull a groan from deep in my chest. “You have no idea what you do to me,” I rasped against her skin. “I’m not stopping until I’ve unwrapped every last part of you. But I’m not going to rush it. I’m going to make you come slow, and then do it again, faster just to watch your face.”
She laughed breathlessly, but the sound broke on a moan when my mouth closed over her nipple, sucking just enough to make her hips lift against me. I pressed her deeper into the mattress, letting her feel exactly how hard I was for her, how close to the edge she had me without even trying.
I slid my hand down between us, cupping her through the thin lace of her panties which were already damp from how badly she wanted me. My thumb circled slowly, teasing until she was gasping my name, rocking against my hand.
“Tell me,” I demanded, my voice low, rough. “Tell me you’re fucking mine.”
