She’s just as desperate for me as I am for her, her legs widening when I lay her on the bed, giving me a view of everything that makes me salivate as her towel falls to the side. Water droplets cling to her body like they’re paid to be there, her cunt glisteningagain, begging for my mouth.
A groan passes through me, dick hardening at the sight of my girl spread out before me, but I force myself to behave instead of pressing back into her sweet pussy like my bodycraves.
Reluctantly, I rip my gaze and give her my back, knowing if I don’t walk out of this room right now to go make us something to eat, we’ll die of starvation because I won’t be leaving that bed anytime soon if I don’t.
Indy’s laughter follows me into the kitchen, a promise that things are only getting started.
A soft breeze wraps around the ranch, adding a slight chill to the air as Indy and I walk the property line hand in hand. Gravel and dry grass crunches under each step. Whimsey runs ahead, stopping to bounce in excited circles as she barks and nudges Indy’s hand.
Indy smiles, but it doesn’t quite reach her eyes.
“Are you okay?” I ask, fear creeping in, wondering if she’s having doubts now that we’ve made it out of the bedroom.
She glances at me, offering a soft, genuine smile. “I’m perfect. It’s just that being here has a sense of nostalgia—it feels like I’ve walked back into one of my favorite memories. I missed it.”
I know what she means. Indy didn’t spend much time here—only a few days—but having her here again feels like she’s come back home.
Which is funny, because this place isn’t my home—but it still means the world to me.
“The ranch is special.” I don’t elaborate, confident she knows what I mean.
We reach the gate, then turn to walk back up the driveway. “It’s not just the ranch. It’s being here. With you.” She squeezes my hand, and then it’s like the fog lifts, her mood instantly lifting as her gaze zeroes across the field. “Can we go to the stables?”
Indy’s pulling me across the dead grass before I can even answer, Whimsey barking and jumping at her feet.
“You want to ride?” I ask, laughing.
“Of course!” She lets me go, hightailing it to the horse stalls.
As soon as her boots hit the wood flooring, a gray and white mare sticks her head over with curiosity.
“Hey pretty girl,” Indy coos as I catch up. She rubs the horse on her nose, swishing the flies away from her eyes.
“Is this?—”
“Pixie,” I finish for her. “Old girl’s still here.”
Coming up beside her, I undo Pixie’s fly mask, and she neighs at me, almost like she appreciated the gesture.
Indy pets her, stroking her hair and scratching her ears like she’s a dog—not a horse. But Pixie eats it up, loving the attention she’s getting from the woman showering her in it.
“Want to let her roam?” I ask, already unhitching the stall door. Pixie whinnies, and we step back to give her some room to go out.
Indy gives a little dance of excitement, beaming from ear to ear. We follow Pixie out into the small arena with Whimsey on our heels, and for a second, everything feelsright.
We stand in the middle of the arena while Pixie walks around. I offered to saddle her, but Indy decided she’d rather just enjoy the moment.
So that’s exactly what we do. Indy watches the animals, and I watch her, finally feeling at peace. I’ve spent so long wishing for this, and to finally have it here in front of me feels otherworldly. I feel like the luckiest bastard alive—likenothingcan stand in my way of loving Indy for the rest of my life.
Not even her brother.
After a while, Indy makes her way to the patch of lush grass in the middle of the arena and sinks down onto it, crossing her legs. Whimsey immediately drops down next to her, rolling onto her back to be pet, which Indy happily obliges.
Then something phenomenal happens—Pixie bends her long legs and shifts herself onto the ground with them, laying her head on Indy’s leg.
Indy looks at me from over her shoulder, the most beautiful, vibrant grin on her face. She laughs, the sound drifting like a melody over to me. “Are you seeing this?”
“I’ve never seen her lay down before. She loves you.”
