Page 42 of Rancher's Heart

I let my hand move up her body until I was brushing the underside of her tit with my thumb. “What can I call you?”

“How about my name?” Elle pushed my arm away but wasn’t quick enough to escape my hold. I spun her around and backed her up until she was wedged between me and a random tuck in the parking lot.

“No can do.” I lowered my head and brushed my lips over hers. Damn, she was kissable when she was mad at me.

She pulled away from me, and she frowned. “And why not?” She turned her head and I couldn’t see her eyes anymore.

Damn. I’d really done it this time.

Moving my hand to her throat, I tilted her head to the side and whispered, “Because you’re my Woman. I think I’ve earned the right to?—-”

She stomped on my foot, and this time, I let my grip loosen enough, she could step away from me. “Hold up, you son of a bitch. I’m your woman now?”

Grimacing, I shook my head. She was more trouble than I’d ever imagined. I didn’t care who was standing around, and I didn’t care who might overhear. Taking a step toward her, I wrapped my hand around her throat, forcing her to look up at me. “Woman, the moment you let me bury my cock in you, and screamed my name is when you became mine” Gasps came from two women who’d walked past slowly.

Elle moved away again as she glared at them, and they hurried off. “Oh, you think so, do you?” She crossed her arms, over her chest, and I grabbed her belt buckle, and she crashed into my chest when I pulled her to me.

“Look, we can play this game of cat and mouse all night if you like. I’m not opposed to chasing you as long as it takes.”

She rolled her eyes.

Alright, change of tactic.

“And, I know you think you should be mad, and that it’s probably making you even madder that you aren’t as upset as you ought to be. But I also know the only reason you think that way is because I worried you.” I weaved a lock of her hair through my fingers.

Her eyes softened just a little bit. “You think you know me so well, don’t you?”

“I do. Grab your things we’re leaving.” The stars shone overhead, the occasional howl of a coyote interrupted the still darkness. Little did he know he had nothing on this wild woman of mine.

“No. It’s still early.” She pouted, crossing her arms, so there was a little space between us.

“Exactly. That means I have time to prove how well I know you multiple times tonight.” My hands cupped her ass, I loved the way her curves filled my palms, as I pressed my aching cock against her. In the dim light of the parking lot, I saw her eyes fillwith lust and the stubbornness I’d been standing toe-to-toe with was gone.

She ground her hips against me.

“Attagirl. I knew you’d come around.”

“Don’t rub it in”

“Oh, I can’t promise you that. There’ll be plenty of rubbing going on.” In fact, I was going to fuck her so hard her so long and so hard her insides might chafe.

“You know, you can’t flirt your way out of every conflict, right?”

“I’m damn well going to try.”

She shook her head and huffed out a laugh. “I’ve got everything. Let’s go.”

I took her hand, and led to the driver door of the truck.

She cocked her head to the side. “I’m driving? You didn’t even take more than a sip out of your beer.” I opened my door and lifted her onto the seat. She scooted over and was trying to get to her side, when I clamped my hand on her thigh. “Stay.”

“I’m not a dog, Griffin.”

“Didn’t say you were.” I leaned in close. “But if you don’t listen to me I’ll bend you over my seat, and fuck you from behind like you are one.”

A shocked ‘o’ formed on her lips and I was more than satisfied by my ability to render her speechless. But it was the look or raw desire on her face that had me most entranced. We both knew, I’d never risk anyone seeing even an inch of her that wasn’t fit for polite company. But that wasn’t about to stop me from planting the visual in her mind. I wanted her as hot and bothered as I could get her. I had the bothered part on lock, but I needed to tease her until she was on the brink of begging me to fill her.

“All I want is you next to me on the drive home, it would be better if you were straddling me but I’ll settle for my handbetween your thighs.” I climbed in the truck next to her, and put one hand on the wheel and the other exactly where I promised and pulled out of the lot. And I did just as I’d told her I would, slipping my hand between her legs as I pulled out of the parking lot.

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