I grab my rifle from the cabinet by the door, checking the chamber.Whatever comes, I’ll be ready.This ranch, these people—they’re mine to protect.No one is getting hurt on my watch.I’ve made my bed with the MC, and I’ll figure out how to lie in it without getting everyone killed.
I set the gun back where it belongs, and secure the lock on the cabinet.
Just as my hand reaches for the doorknob, I hear the soft creak of the stairs behind me.I turn and nearly swallow my fucking tongue.
Amelia stands on the bottom step, her body barely covered by my flannel shirt.It hangs open, revealing the curves of her breasts and the long expanse of her bare legs.But what really stops my heart is my Stetson perched on her head, tipped at a slight angle that frames her face in a way that makes my cock instantly hard.
She pulls her bottom lip between her teeth and touches the brim of the hat.“You forgot something, cowboy,” she says, voice still husky with sleep and sexy as all hell.
I stare at her, speechless for a moment, before I pull my head out of my ass.“You’re wearing my hat.”
“Looks like I am.”Her smile is pure sin.
“There’s a rule to that.”
She cocks an eyebrow, curious.“Why don’t you tell me about it?”
Her hand drops from the hat to toy with the lone button holding my shirt together on her body.As I watch, she undoes it, leaving the shirt hanging open.“Better yet, why don’t you show me.”
Something primal surges through me and I’m across the room in three strides, lifting her against me, my hands cupping her bare ass.I carry her into the closest room—the washroom—and kick the door shut before I set her on top of the washing machine.
Ripping her shirt open, I stare at her tits, and the marks I left last night on them.
“Fuck, you’re a sight.”
“What’s the rule, cowboy?”
My gaze lifts to hers.“Rule is, you wear the hat, you ride the cowboy.”
“Then I guess you better take your big cock out so I can ride it,” she whispers, her hands already working at my belt.
Her legs wrap around my waist as I free myself from my jeans.There’s no time for foreplay and no need for it either.Her wetness is evident the moment I thrust into her.
She keeps the hat on the whole time, one hand holding it in place as she bounces on my cock.The other grips my shoulder, her nails digging in through my shirt.I’m still fully dressed except for my open fly, while she’s naked except for my hat and the flannel framing her perfect tits.
It’s quick, dirty, and exactly what we both need.When I come, it’s with a muffled groan against her neck.She follows seconds later, her body clenching around me as she bites her lip to stay silent.
After, I tuck myself away while she fixes the flannel shirt so it no longer hangs off her shoulders, but she doesn’t bother to button it either, keeping her body on display, along with the mess I’ve left between her thighs.
“Off to work you go,” she teases, dragging her finger through my cum as it trickles down her leg.“Have a good day.”
I bark out a laugh, bending my knees so I can reach her lips without knocking the hat from her head.
“How the hell can I have a bad day when you start it like that?”I grin against her lips, savoring the taste of her one more time before I have to face reality.
She tips the hat back slightly, her eyes twinkling with mischief.“That’s the idea, cowboy.Send you off with something to think about all day.”
A man can get used to this.
I reluctantly step back, helping her down from the washing machine.My body’s already craving her again, but if I don’t get my ass in gear now, I’ll lose another day.“I’ll check in with you before noon,” I say, adjusting my belt.“You sending Dylan to school today?”
Amelia hesitates for a moment, the playfulness fading from her expression as she considers the question.Her fingers fidget with the edge of my flannel.
“I think it’s important for him to have a sense of normalcy with all the changes going on.So yes.”She sighs, running a hand through her tousled hair.“I’ll be a nervous wreck until he comes home, but I think I’m going to work on my soaps.Tomorrow is the farmer’s market, and I think it will be good for me to get back out there.”
I reach out, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.“You don’t have to rush it, you know.Take your time.”
She leans into my touch, but there’s determination in her eyes.“Maddox, I can’t sit around here all day, especially with you at work, and your cock not around to occupy me.”
