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“That good?” she asks, flicking her tongue at another escaping droplet of cum on the tip of my dick.

“Always good, baby. Always.” I give her hair a pet, then bring my hands down to fight my erection back into my jeans. “You feel better?”

She twists her lips and nods.

“Yep. I do.” She bounces up and off the bed, smoothing her skirt down then pushing her now fresh-fucked hair behind her ears.

“Well, you’re about to get a lot better.” I make my way to the opposite side of the bed and open the drawer of my nightstand. This was supposed to happen tonight, over a nice candlelit dinner, but I suck as secrets and waiting, so now’s the time.

Her hands fly to her mouth as soon as she sees the little red velvet box in my hand. I’m on my knee in front of her, and fuck if my voice doesn’t catch in my throat.

Those green eyes take my breath away, and I fight to get the words out.

“Maria Garcia McGowan, you changed my life that day you locked yourself in the chicken coop, and I’ve never been the same man since. You’re mine. I’m yours. But I need this ring on your finger. I need the world to know it’s till death do us part. So, you’re going to marry me, Little Bit, and I’m going to spend the rest of my life making you happy.”

Her shaking hand comes down from her mouth, and I slip the diamond on her finger.

“Nothing and no one will ever take you away from me. Never.”

Epilogue

Ranger

Two Years Later

Paul’s voice booms from the front yard as I look out the open front door. Leaves are starting to fall, and that scent of cooler weather is on the air. He’s fallen over in mock pain, holding Charlie up high above him. Our little boy is giggling uncontrollably as his uncle feigns injury under the midday sun.

Charlie is just a year old, and Maria is four months along with our next.

A girl, God help me, we just found out yesterday at the ultrasound appointment.

It’s early fall, and the farm is bustling with the usual daily activity. Maria is still upstairs, recovering from an hour of my face between her legs. Then another half hour with my cock finding its way from her mouth, to her sweet pussy, then into her ass. I ran her a nice bath and told her to take some time for herself.

She’s on break, just finished the last of her dissertation and advisory courses, and now it’s a few loose strings to wrap up back at school and some waiting.

Turns out we didn’t have to take up permanent residence in Bozeman for her to work on her PhD. We did spend a good bit of time there, which was fun. I loved fixing up that huge old Victorian house.

We went back and forth to the farm, helping Paul learn the ropes, which didn’t take too long. After a bit of a rocky start, he got right down in the dirt with the help and found out what a good day’s work can do for a soul.

He’s cleared up his debts and has even started a bit of a side business with Maria. Turns out he’s got a knack for tech, and he and Maria came up with this accounting advisory service online. It’s geared toward Latina women trying to get small business loans through the government. The paperwork is ungodly. If English is not your native language, it’s nearly impossible to maneuver through the red tape.

It’s not about the money, really. They provide the services free of charge, but they get paid advertising on the website as it’s become quite popular, and the hits keep growing each month.

I watch as Paul carries Charlie off toward the barn, and I turn to walk into the kitchen. I’m cooking a late lunch of ribs and coleslaw. Margaret is coming by in about an hour.

She and Paul have taken up quite nicely. While Maria and I were in Bozeman, Margaret kept her regular schedule here cooking for the hands and cleaning the house. And, well, Paul was here as well. And the rest, as they say, is history.

He put a ring on her finger last week.

I sigh as I catch the first scent of Maria. Her hands glide around my waist as I turn to see my little piece of heaven tucking herself into me.

“I can barely walk, you brute,” she murmurs into my chest.

“Good. How’s that make you feel?” I wrap one arm around her shoulders as my other hand slips into her hair at the back of her neck, gently pulling back so she looks up at me.

Her eyes still make my stomach flip. They sparkle the same way they did that first day I saw them.

“Loved. That’s how I feel,” she whispers, and I lean down to kiss the crown of her head.

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