I smirk. “Challenge accepted, sweetheart.”
After dumping her on the bed, I don’t bother to take her shorts off. They’re loose and short, and I can push them to the side to slip inside her.
But I do want to see her gorgeous-as-fuck tits. So I push her shirt up and off, then unfasten her bra and pull one tight nub into my mouth, making her back arch and her hands plunge into my hair.
“God, Ry. It always feels so good.”
It’s only been one summer with her like this, and yet it feels like she’s been mine forever. I nibble my way up her chest, over her collarbone, and to her ear, where I press my lips against her smooth skin.
Reaching between us, I shimmy my sweats down, pull her shorts to the side, and push two fingers into her wet heat.
“Shit,” she moans.
“Mine,” I growl before replacing my fingers with my cock, and then I pause when I’m balls deep. “I used to think that it was this ranch that was my safe haven, but I was wrong.”
I nudge a lock of her hair off her cheek and sweep my thumb under her eye.
“It’s you, baby. You’re my safe place.”
“You’re all I need,” she says, tightening her walls around me. “Always.”
I pull back, then push inside her all the way and grin against her when she gasps.
“Always, Trouble.”
Epilogue
Ryker
One Year Later
“I’m not sleeping without you tonight.”
Willow is sitting at the kitchen island, marking things off her long-as-fuck to-do list. She glances up at me and raises an eyebrow.
“It’s tradition.”
“Fuck tradition. We’ve been living together for over a year.”
She pops that lower lip out because she knows that I can’t resist it, the little minx. “But, Ry, it’s bad luck for us to sleep together the night before the wedding and then see each other before the ceremony tomorrow.”
“Wait, let me get this straight.” I hold up a hand. “You expect me to not only sleep without the love of my life tonight, but also not even see you until the ceremony tomorrow afternoon?”
“That’s how it works.”
“Fuck that.”
“Ryker.”
I shake my head, not even a little embarrassed to discover that a tiny bit of panic has set up in my stomach. Call me codependent, but unlessthere’s no other way around it, I have no plans to stay in the bunkhouse tonight, away from her.
“It’s one night, babe. Besides, we have so much going on, the time will fly by. The tents are being set up as we speak. There are so many people coming to town—it’s crazy. You invited yourwholehockey team. Everyone you’ve ever played with. That’s alotof people.”
“I couldn’t leave anyone out,” I reply reasonably.
“Even the owner is coming.”
“Barry expected an invitation.”
