The way her body opens up for me, the way her walls squeeze me, and the little whimpers and moans falling from her lips are almost too much to take. Everything about this woman is sexy as fuck and I’m powerless against her.
I wouldn’t want it any other way.
“That’s it,” my voice is rough, “you’re taking my dick so well.”
“Ford,” she gasps, “I’m going to come.”
“I can feel it. You’re going to coat my dick in your arousal and then I’m going to fill you with my cum. Is your greedy little pussy going to milk it all from my balls?”
Her body tightens up and pleasure washes over her. It’s too much for me to take, the sensation of giving her pleasure, of claiming her as mine.
“You’re mine,” I growl the words as I push inside of her as deep as I can and fall into pleasure I’ll only ever find with my Sunflower.
I’m so glad she wrote me that first letter.
“You saved my life, Arden. I’m going to make you happy. I promise.”
“I know you will,” she whispers, her eyes drooping as I pull her against my chest after we got cleaned up and crawled back into bed.
I don’t regret what I did today and the lines I drew with my mother and sister. Blood doesn’t make a family, not for me anyway. But, maybe, I can build something worth being proud of.
And Arden will always be at the center of my family. Always.
CHAPTER 14
ARDEN
I’m not sure what woke me up, but I know I need some fresh air. I pull an oversized shirt out of my overnight bag, which we grabbed after our naked talk, and pull it on. Okay, Ford grabbed it after threatening me about getting out of bed or putting any clothing on.
I almost giggle while thinking about how he would agree with me about putting clothes on to sit on the front porch swing. When I see the notepad, I swipe it along with a pen and grab a blanket before flipping on the light and heading out to the porch. The light is soft, but it’s enough.
Sitting out here in the pitch dark, considering the lights in the distance are few and far between, isn’t really an option.
After turning to a new page, I start writing a letter because it’sthe way I know I can get the right words out. I doubt this letter will see the inside of a mailbox though.
Dear Cowboy,
First things first—Happy birthday!
By the time you’re reading this, it’ll definitely be the day. This year is a little different than last year, huh? I think if you had told me a year ago that we would be here, I wouldn’t have believed it.
I realized something really important and I think it’s what woke me up.
I love you.
I didn’t say it earlier, not in so many words. I danced around it and I alluded. But I didn’t say it.
I love you.
I’ve loved you for a long time.
The future you talked about? The family? The ranch? The land? The legacy that might just be manageable together? I want all of it with you.
All of it.
I’m in.
And no, this isn’t your birthday gift. I have something else for you. Get your head out of the gutter, it’s nothing naughty.
