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I lick up and down, tasting her sweet desire and the mixture of us both there. I work her opening with two fingers and swirl around her hard little clit until she’s bucking and drenching my face.

“You have one talented mouth. Did I ever tell you that?”

I nod and moan into her open folds. She tells me almost every day, but I never get tired of knowing I’m pleasing her. I want to hear it for the rest of our lives.

As I lick and ravage her, I bring one hand up to her breast, squeezing and playing with her nipple beneath the fabric of her dress.

I feast on her until she’s shaking and begging for me to stop. Then, when I finally relent, her flavor still on my tongue, I bring my face to hers and we settle into a long slow kiss.

“Every part of you tastes so damn good. How is that possible?” I draw back and tug at her hair, then bite into her neck, growling like the animal I become so often when we are like this.

“I’m thirsty,” she mumbles, and I give her cheek a kiss and stand. “We’ve been up for over twenty-four hours.”

Mary Beth’s face is flushed as she yawns and I walk to the kitchen, open the fridge and pour her a glass of apple juice.

“Yeaup. You need your rest, baby.” I walk back and hand her the glass. “And you need to drink that up. You just lost a whole lot of sweet fluids. Your cunt was generous.” I swipe my tongue over my bottom lip.

She shakes her head but drinks the cold juice and sighs. “So good.”

“We should get some sleep. Benjamin and Malory will be here in seven hours.” I reach down and grab her open hand as she finishes the juice and sets the glass on the end of the table.

“I’m so excited to see them.” She’s glowing and I’m not sure if it’s from being pregnant, the orgasms, the juice, or general happiness, but it makes me happy just to know she’s happy.

Two weeks after I proposed, we got married here at the ranch. Benjamin came and Malory was our flower girl. Benjamin took a minute to warm up to me when we first met. I respected his position, he thought we were moving fast, our lives were so different and he’s protective of his sister.

So, the second night he was here, the wedding the next day, I took him for a ride. Brought a bottle of Jack Daniels and we had a little heart to heart. I held nothing back. I told him exactly how I felt about Mary Beth. Exactly what I planned to do in our lives, to love her, to take care of her, and be the man she needed me to be.

By the time the bottle was empty, we shook hands and a brotherhood of sorts took over.

Her mom and dad came as well. They were reserved but friendly, and I could see how Mary Beth’s lack of use for the standards of their world could have caused distance between them growing up. Even so, I think in the end they saw our love for each other. They enjoyed the open air and left on good terms.

After our wedding, it was my turn to show my new bride how much she meant to me, so I got on an airplane and flew to Greece for our honeymoon. She blogged about our travels—and our story—which has turned into something of a thing. Cowboy Travels is the name of the new blog and it’s developed quite a following. Her articles have been picked up by USA Today Travel, Conde Nast and she’s getting offers for more features every week.

But, I will say this: traveling is okay, but coming home to the ranch with her is better. Like right now, I’m as happy as a pig in shit knowing I’m taking her to our bed. In our home. Life just doesn’t get much better than this.

We make our way down the hall and into the bedroom, where I strip Mary Beth and then myself, turning the covers back on the bed and watching her crawl in. I give her ass a quick slap as she does, and then I slip in next to her, pulling her against me.

“What do you think is going to happen?” She asks as I run a hand up and down her body under the covers. “When Benjamin gets here, I mean. You know, with Harriet. I’ve asked him so many questions but he’s a vault. He’s not sharing anything with me, which I told him is not fair. I told him almost everything about us from the first day.”

“Men are different, especially when we’re in love. It changes us. He’s thinking things through so give him a minute. From what I saw, the way Benjamin looked at Harriet the whole time he was here for the wedding, sure looked a lot like how I looked at you the first time. So, if I was a betting man, I’d say he’s coming here to claim what’s his. Not sure how that will all work out, but from the twinkle in Harriet’s eyes since they met six weeks ago, I’d say we may want to offer to keep Malory here for a few sleepovers during the visit so they can have some alone time.”

Her soft skin warms my body, my cock throbbing and needy against her ass. I listen to her moan and then grind her rear end against me.

I reach around and raise her leg with one hand, resting it on the top of my thigh, then line up my cock with her opening.

“So much for sleep.” She giggles as I run my tongue up and down her neck and push into her soaking opening.

As I thrust over and over into her, I’m consumed by pure joy.

I have everything I never knew I wanted.

She’s made me a greedy man.

I want it all. And I want it all with her.

ChapterFourteen

Mary Beth

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