The thought twists something dark and possessive in my gut. I don’t want her to leave. Ever. I want her here—every morning, every night, every season. I want her belly round with my kid. I want her marked so deep she’ll never think about walking away.
I slide my hand under the hem of the flannel she’s wearing—my flannel—and palm her ass, squeezing once. She gasps, small and sweet, arching into my touch.
“Bed,” I rasp against her hair. “Now.”
She lifts her head, eyes glassy with heat. “Yes, Daddy.”
Christ. That word from her lips undoes me every time.
I stand with her in my arms—easy, like she weighs nothing—and carry her to the bedroom. Kick the door shut. Lay her down on the quilts slow, deliberate, so I can watch the way the lamplight catches on her skin when I peel the flannel off her shoulders. She’s bare underneath except for those little black panties already soaked through.
“Look at you,” I murmur, hooking my fingers in the waistband and dragging them down her thighs. “Already dripping for me. Such a needy little thing, aren’t you? Can’t even make it through one quiet night without begging for Daddy’s cock.”
She bites her lip, legs parting instinctively. “I need you. Inside me. Please.”
I strip fast—Henley over my head, jeans shoved down, boxers kicked aside. My cock springs free, thick and heavy, leaking at the tip. I crawl over her, brace on one forearm beside her head, use the other hand to guide myself to her entrance. I rub the head through her folds, coating myself in her slick.
“You want it raw again, baby?” I growl low. “Want Daddy to fuck you bare? Pump you full till you’re leaking me for days?”
Her nails dig into my shoulders. “Yes. God, yes. Fill me up. Breed me, Colt. I want it—I want your baby.”
The words hit like a freight train. I thrust in hard—one deep, claiming stroke that buries me to the hilt. She cries out, back bowing, walls fluttering around me like she’s already close.
“Fuck, that’s it,” I groan, starting to move—slow at first, savoring every inch of her tight heat. “Tight little pussy gripping me so good. Made for this cock. Made to take my seed.”
I pick up rhythm, hips snapping deeper, harder. The bed creaks under us. Her legs wrap around my waist, heels digging into my ass, urging me on.
“Gonna breed you tonight,” I tell her, voice rough. “Gonna fuck you till you’re overflowing. Till every drop stays right where it belongs. You’re not leaving this mountain, Willa. Not ever. This cunt is mine. This body is mine. You’re gonna swell up with my kid and stay right here where you belong.”
She moans, head thrashing on the pillow. “I’m not leaving. I’m moving in. For good. I’ll teach in town. I’ll commute down when the roads are clear. But this—” she clenches around me hard, making me curse—“this is home now. You’re home.”
Something cracks open in my chest—relief, possession, love so fierce it hurts.
“Yeah?” I rasp, pounding deeper, grinding my pelvis against her clit every thrust. “You’re staying? Gonna wake up in my bed every morning? Gonna let me fuck you like this whenever I want? Gonna let me keep you full, keep you bred?”
“Yes—fuck, Colt—yes!”
I hook her legs over my shoulders, folding her in half so I can drive even deeper. The angle makes her sob my name, fingers clawing at my back.
“Come for me, darlin',” I order. “Come on Daddy’s cock. Milk me. Pull every drop out so I can flood this pretty pussy. Gonna give you what you need—what we both need.”
She shatters—loud, shaking, walls pulsing so tight I see stars. I follow right after, slamming home and holding there while I come hard, pulse after thick pulse, filling her until I can feel it leaking out around me.
I don’t pull out. Just roll us so she’s sprawled on my chest, my cock still buried deep, keeping everything where it belongs.
We’re both breathing hard, sweat-slick, hearts hammering in tandem.
“You mean it?” I ask quietly, stroking her hair. “Moving in. Teaching in town. Us. A life.”
She lifts her head, eyes shining. “I mean it. I love it here. I love the quiet, the horses, the way you look at me like I’m the only thing that matters. And I love you. I want this—us, a family, all of it.”
I cup her face, thumb brushing her cheek. “Then it’s done. You’re mine. We’ll get the evidence to Hank tomorrow. Let the law take care of your ex. After that… we build whatever we want. Here. Together.”
She smiles—soft, radiant—and kisses me slow.
“I’m already full of you,” she whispers against my lips. “And I want more. Every day.”
I groan, already hardening inside her again. “Careful what you ask for, baby. Daddy’s got plenty left.”
