Page 63 of Live, Ranch, Love

“Keep your leg up, Princess,” I tell her, moving her foot so it’s on my thigh.

One of my arms is pinned under her shoulders, but my other is free to reach over and rub the vibrator against her clit. I brush it over her breasts first, biting down on her shoulder, then trail down to the apex of her thighs.

“Fuck, Wyatt. Don’t stop that,” she immediately moans when I start circling. I try to mimic the same motion I used with the vibrator yesterday, keeping in tune to what her body likes, and I’m rewarded when she breathes out, “More. Fuck, I need more.”

“More? What a greedy little cunt you have, Aurora,” I whisper to her, buzzing at the way her skin prickles across her neck and shoulders as she gasps, but then starts moaning again as I’m driving into her. “Good thing it takes me so well, because I’ll happily reward it with more.”

I slide my other hand across the sheets to where hers is fisting them and our fingers interlock, squeezing hard. Meanwhile, I’m thrusting into her as hard and deep as I can and pressing even harder as I rub her clit with Pinky.

Her moans start to get quieter, and her body tenses beneath me. Anyone else and I’d wonder if it wasn’t enough, but I know this is her calm before the storm. The quiet before her shaking orgasm, which waves through her in shudders along with my name that she can’t stop breathing out.

And then I’m flipping her over and doing exactly what I wanted to earlier. I wrap her red waves around my fist, relishing in how silky they feel against my skin, and lift her hips up from the bed while her chest stays down. Parting those toned ass cheeks, I discover her glistening pussy, all wet and satisfied and inviting for me.

Leaning down to where her ragged breaths are still heaving out, I murmur in her ear, “Do you still need more, Princess?”

“I don’t think I’ll ever stop needing more of you, Wyatt,” she responds, voice raspy from moaning. There’s almost a surprised edge to the way she says it.

I suck in a breath and try to ignore the wholeness filling my chest. Because I’m slightly scared I’ll never stop needing more of her either. Not now I’ve let myself free to fly with these feelings.

***

“Will you quit smiling so much? It’s making me uncomfortable,” Duke grumbles as he settles one of the boxes beside me.

“What? I’m allowed to smile.” I furrow my brow and head out of the stockroom, towards the back door where the rest of the boxes are piled waiting.

Duke’s my oldest friend, and we’ve both always appreciated how well we can get along in silence, so I assumed the fact that I’ve hardly said anything because all I can think about is Aurora would go relatively unnoticed. Guess I hadn’t realised I’d been smiling silly in turn. It does make sense why my cheeks are aching.

“Yeah, you’re allowed to smile, but you never do.” Duke catches up with a few long strides. “Except on Fridays when you’ve got a beer in your hand, listening to Sawyer and Wolfman chat shit.”

Well, he’s not wrong there.

I just shrug and head out the back door, giving the rock keeping it open a quick kick to make sure it’s in place. “Maybe I’m thinking about all the free beers you’re gonna give me for helping you out today.”

I joke, even though I know that assisting Duke with his deliveries is my way of saying thanks for him helping out at the ranch when we need him, particularly during calving and branding season. He’d never admit to it, but the guy’s a hell of a rider, and can rope calves better than me most days.

“Fat chance,” Duke laughs, and grabs a box just as I do. We carry them back inside, silent until he heaves his box up onto another with a sigh. Then he twists to me, leaning an elbow against the stack. He raises his brows. “Though, come to think of it, you’ve been smiling a lot more for the last month or so.”

The smug grin he’s barely holding back elaborates enough.

“Oh yeah?” I ask, feigning ignorance and folding my arms.

“Yeah.” Duke mirrors my stance. “Especially when there’s a British redhead around.”

Silence hovers between us, Duke still staring me down with a knowing smile. I’m not sure why I don’t want to admit what happened between me and Aurora. I’d love to say it’s because I’m a gentleman, and we all know a gentleman doesn’t kiss and tell. Particularly since me and Aurora haven’t discussed what happened between us, and what it meant. Though, that’s mostly because we were a little preoccupied with doing something other than talking last night and this morning…

Besides, she might not want people knowing, which is a wish I’d want to respect. But, if I’m being totally honest, that’s why I’m nervous to say anything. What if it didn’t mean anything to her? What if I’m just a way for her to feel better after being heartbroken by her ex? It’s not like I didn’t do the same with my share of women after Holly left me.

Damn, how has she got me suddenly feeling all these… feelings? This isn’t like me. I’m either content or pissed off. My emotions don’t exist on a long spectrum like Aurora’s clearly do. I learnt that life tended to be easier that way.

I don’t get nervous. I don’t get giddy. I don’t get excited.

Except, apparently for Aurora, I do.

Funny thing is, I think there’s a lot more I might be willing to do for her too. More than I thought I ever would.

“Fine, I slept with Aurora,” I admit with a long exhale, one that has my mind easily slipping into a daydream of all the things I wish I could be doing with her right now. It takes a lot of strength to pull myself out of it. “Are you happy now?”

Duke lets out a whistle. “Well, I’ll be damned.”

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