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“Mary Beth.” He growls out my name as waves of bliss flood through me.

I feel the stars align as I burst into a thousand pieces again; vulgar words pouring out of me along with his name, again and again.

My center contracts over and over, pulsing with my peak as I collapse against him, feeling our chests move together with our breath.

“Such a good girl,.” He groans into my ear.

I’m shocked again at the reaction I have to his words, feeling safe, feeling secure. Feeling loved.

Both his hands run up and down my back as mine come to rest on the scruff of his jaw, the hard muscle clenching beneath my fingers.

I’m lost in the fog of euphoria, and a sudden sense of exhaustion covers me. My breathing slows as Garrett’s hands gently caress my warm skin under the sun, as he whispers wonderful, corny cowboy things into my ear.

ChapterSix

Garrett

“Filly.” I gently rub her shoulder, then kiss her cheek.

She makes a small sound and snuggles back into me. The sun is getting lower. My obsession has only multiplied in the time since we rode out of the ranch. My cock throbs in my jeans, my pulse still racing.

I’ve tasted her, and I know in my heart and soul she is mine, even if it may take some convincing to get her along for the ride.

The wanting I felt the first time I saw her is a molehill compared to the mountain of desire that spins inside me now. The craving is now a possessive monster, and I will never be able to forget how she tastes. Never be able to slake my lust.

The wind picks up as the mist from the river floats over us. Her skin ripples with goosebumps as I run my hand up and down her arm. Having her fall asleep on me was almost as magical as watching her cum. I moved us so she was laying on her side, my body pressed against her back, my hands touching every spot on her I could reach as her breathing slowed.

It took all my control not to strip myself and claim her right here, out in front of God. As she slept, I imagined spreading those lush thighs, sliding my swollen cock deep into her cunt.

But I want it to be right. I want her to be sure. Even as my balls ache to empty inside of her, and my heart tells me what I know to be true.

I softly shake her and pepper kisses over her cheek and down her neck.

“Mmmm,” she moans, and I sit up, rolling her onto her back and leaning down to kiss her nose, then her lips.

“We need to get moving. Getting late.”

Her meadow-green eyes flicker open. Darting around, looking as though she’s trying to figure out where one dream ends and another begins.

“God.” Her hands fly to her forehead and she winces as she touches the cut and small bump there. “I fell asleep. Hard.”

“A near-death experience and a baker’s dozen orgasms will do that to a girl.” Looking down at her still naked body I try to restrain the growl from my throat but lose.

“Behave,” she scolds. “Or we may never get back to the ranch.”

I tip my head back and forth, considering the options. “True. But I want to have a good dinner and then make sure you are in a soft, warm bed tonight. You’ve had a hell of a day. It will be with me, but a bed nonetheless.”

“Oh, it will?”

I pull her to stand, then reach down and help her dress. Her clothes are still damp and sticking to her skin.

“Yeaup.” I nod, stepping over to grab her boots and kneeling in front of her.

She steadies herself with her hands on my shoulders as I slip the leather onto her feet and tug her jeans down over the tops, then run my hands up her thighs as I stand.

There’s a sense of purpose I’ve never felt before in my life. The simple act of putting on her boots and dressing her lights up a part of me that was dark before now. My muscles tense in restraint as she smiles, and I see the sparkle of happiness in her eyes.

“All set, I guess.” She stuffs her hands down into the back pockets of her jeans.

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