“Oh, princess,” he sighs. “We will both be lucky if I survive today.” He pulls off the sheet to reveal his firm cock jutting from his lean frame.
I’m tempted to reach out and grab him, but he rolls away too quickly.
Padding across the bedroom, he slides his bare feet into his Ariats, then disappears into the hall.
I kinda wish I had my cell, I’d get a picture of him in nothing but his boots.
What a wild twenty-four hours this has been.
When he comes back in, he drops my satchel next to me, cupping his nuts with his other hand. “It’s fucking chilly out there,” he chuckles, diving under the covers to press his cold body against me.
Shrieking with laughter, I try to wiggle away, but he’s too strong. He rolls over me, pinning me to the mattress, then lets himself go limp.
“Ahh, that’s better.” His lips press my neck before he props himself on his elbows.
My arms and legs wrap him, holding him tightly.
Then I watch his grin slip as he stares into my eyes.
“Is this real?” His voice is gravelly as his thumb traces my cheek. “Or is this another dream and I’m going to wake up alone?”
Heat flushes between us, making my heart race. I can see myself reflected in the golden flecks of his amber irises. “Ollie, don’t pinch me,” I whisper.
The smile flirts back across his lips. “No? How about just a little—”
His teeth nibble at my throat as his hardening cock grows against my thigh. “I mean—” His growl matches the growing fierceness of his nips. “—if I have to face down your dad, I might as well make sure everyone knows you’remine.”
With a giggle, I only pretend to try and ward him off. “Dad’s gonna be so mad.” That thought makes me still. “Fuck. How do I turn my phone on?”
“It’s just my last name.” He shifts to let me reach it. “Soon to be yours too.”
My belly feels all floaty. “I’m just gonna hit him with all barrels, huh?” I pop in the code and a cold sweat washes through my as the notifications start chiming.
“Whew. We might want to head right over.” Oliver shakes his head, pushing himself up. “I’ll get the coffee going and get the rest of your bags out of the truck.”
The most recent is a text from Lori threatening to call the sheriff if I don’t let her know what’s going on.
I send her a quick reply, assuring her I’m alive and safe.
“I think…I should have told someone.” Swallowing hard, I follow him into the kitchen.
Oliver’s broad palm squeezes the inside of my thigh when he pulls under the ranch sign onto the long lane.
“It feels like we’re driving to an execution,” I grumble. I had to finally stop answering texts because I couldn’t keep up with the onslaught.
I’m sure once Lori had news, she told everyone.
But I didn’t shareallthe details.
“I think you like being punished.” His grin flashes in the morning light. “Or you would have told them from the beginning.”
“Yea, okay.” I sit up, wiggling in my seat. “I kinda can’t wait to see the look on their faces when I tell them it’s you.”
He pulls his truck up to his usual spot in front of the main house, but stops me from getting out. “Here.” A keyring with two shiny new keys on it dangles from his fingers.
When I reach for them, he circles my wrist to pull my knuckles to his lips. “It’sourhome now, Soph. Let me know if there’s anything big to load, I can get my guys to help me.”
I don’t know why, but this feels like a monumental moment. “You’re sure you want to be stuck with me?” Tears sting in my eyes.
