Page 68 of Bucked Hard

She giggles but I see her face light up, her eyes looking down at where the ring sits perfectly on her finger. “You can be a little arrogant, you know that, right?” Her words are in stark contrast to the sparkle in her eyes and the smile she doesn’t try to hide.

“It’s not arrogance, Dove. It’s just the truth.”

The door to the cabin is still open from when she’d entered earlier, and I spin us around, both hands back on her fine ass, watching her eyes sparkle as they look down at her hand.

“It’s perfect.”

“It was my grandmother’s, and then it was my mother’s. And now it’s yours and you’re mine.”

My grandmother and grandfather left everything behind when they fled Poland during the war. The only thing they’d managed to hide of value was my grandmother’s wedding ring.

It’s not a traditional engagement ring, but it fits my girl like a glove. The emerald sits up on her finger, glowing in the moonlight.

“Is this real?”

“Of course it’s real. You think I’d give you a fake?” I kiss her neck with a chuckle.

“No.” She shakes her head. “Not the ring. Us. All of this.”

I lift my face from her neck, take in the beauty of her wide eyes and walk us through the cabin door, kicking it shut behind.

“It’s about to get a lot more real, Dove.”

My lips are on her as I press her into the wall inside the cabin, knocking a picture off onto the floor.

It’s tongues and teeth knocking together as I grind her cunt up and down on my naked abs. The only thing between us is the wisp of fabric between her legs, her skirt riding high around her hips and leaving her open. I make a mental note to break her of wearing panties at all, and instill in her a love of dresses and skirts, because from this moment forward, I need constant access to what belongs to me.

When we break apart, her lips remain open and her breath is warm on my face. My fingertips dig into her ass hard enough I’m sure there will be bruises, but I need that. I need to see it.

The harder I love her, the harder I need to fuck her, so I hope she’s as tough as I think she is.

“I’m not that girl that needs a flashy ring.” The doubt in her voice cuts into me like a cold blade. “I’m nobody. This ring is like for royalty or someone famous; I’m just a country girl.”

“Stop.” My teeth grind and my throat tightens. “You’re about to piss me the fuck off with that. Look at me.”

I pinch her chin and jerk her head around harder than I intend to, and she lets out a tiny yelp.

“You and I both know you don’t mean that shit. It’s been programmed into you. It comes out because you think on some level it’s what you are supposed to say. Like whenever I give you a compliment you diminish it. Fuck, that bullshit stops right now. Got it?”

“How do you know you’re right all the time about what I’m thinking or what I need?”

A noise like a grizzly debating his attack comes from deep in my chest. Not quite a rumble and not quite a growl but her eyes go wide and she understands the meaning.

“Because every time you flutter an eyelash, every time you take a half breath instead of a whole breath, every time you look at the sky, your dimple makes my heart skip a beat, I memorize it. I store it away. I remember every nuance of you and what it all means. It’s my fucking job to know, Rachel, and I’ve been preparing my whole life for you. I didn’t know it before, but I do now. Tell me what I just said isn’t true? Do you truly believe you don’t deserve it, and not just because that’s what people have told you? That shit’s what you think you should say and it stops right now.”

Her lips cock to the side as her eyes narrow but I don’t back down, I will win this fight because it’s what’s best for her. And I will win every fight from this day forward when that’s the case.

“That’s annoying.” She rolls her eyes and bites her lip, and my dick is screaming for relief as it grows another inch in the confines of my jeans. “But yes, I suppose if I think about it, you’re right.”

“Of course I’m right. So, let’s do this: You let me show you everything else I know you need tonight, and in the morning, when I have to carry you out of bed because you won’t be able to walk, you tell me again how I’m right.”

I gather my arms around her waist, clutching her as tight against me as I can, rubbing her heat up and down, priming her for what is about to come.

ChapterTwenty-Four

Rachel

Before I know it, he’s got me on the bed and his hands are everywhere, furiously ripping at the clothing that covers me.

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