Page 44 of Red Hot Rancher

He’d always been a wishful thinker.

With one hand, he opened his pants and shoved all the material out of the way. With his other hand, he took care of protection. His shaft was hard and throbbing, and he stood so close to Brigit that her heat both soothed the ache and dumped fuel on the flame of his need.

Her sweater was bunched around her waist, but he left it. Feathering his hand around her hip, over the soft velvet of her skin, he dove his fingers between her folds. Her hot, wet flesh welcomed him, and she widened her stance to give him better access.

Licking along the rim of her ear, he circled her clit at the same time.

She moaned, but there was one problem.

“Open your eyes, Brigit.”

Her eyelids fluttered open, the blue barely visible around her pupils. She was close, her body tight. But he wanted to be inside of her when she came.

Moving enough to slip himself between her legs, he dragged his cock through her seam, coating himself. He did it again.

A low groan eked out of him. “Fuck, Brigit. I could come just like this.”

She was rocking against his hand, her lip pinned between her teeth, her breath clouding the mirror. Gripping her hip with his free hand, he pulled her back, bending her slightly.

He kissed under her ear and held her as she shivered and ground into his hand. “Watch me.”

She met his gaze. He pushed into her slowly, watching her expression change as he filled her. From pleasure to bliss. And when he moved, thrusting slowly, to ecstasy.

He barely moved, keeping his arm around her to stroke her clit.

“Caleb.” A cloud of condensation gathered on the glass. She writhed against him, oblivious of her reflection, uncaring of what she revealed to him. The way her desire played across her face, flushing her cheeks, was the most erotic show he’d ever seen.

He only hoped to last long enough to climax with her. “Come with me, Bridge.”

A whine came from her and she tightened around him, going so molten he was shoving over his peak and growling her name as his body went rigid.

“Caleb!” She clenched his shaft so tightly he could barely move. It was too much. Too much sensation. Too much emotion. Too much—but never enough.

He loved how she said his name when she came. He loved when they orgasmed together. He loved her—he had forever.

She trembled in his arms as he buried his head in her nape and tried to catch his breath and keep them both up.

When she quieted, he withdrew and kicked his pants off the rest of the way. He squatted and helped her out of her leggings, then rose and stripped her top off. Sweeping her into his arms, he carried her to the bed, setting her feet down only so he could whip the covers back. She dragged him in with her.

He circled his arms around her and covered them up. “I need a few minutes, then I have more planned.”

“Mm. I do have to sleep too.” She yawned and snuggled closer. “And pack so we can leave right after the interview.”

She wanted to leave after the interview? Her interview was at eleven. It’d take an hour, tops.

“No more plans for the city after your interview?” he asked.

“Not really. I shouldn’t spend any more money I might need for moving, and I don’t want to risk you being late for work. There’s more snow coming. We can’t afford to be stranded.”

It sounded logical. Her words made sense. But the disappointment cascading through him was anything but. First the bar and grill, and now she didn’t want to spend any more time with him in the big city. This was their first opportunity to travel together, get away from everything, and have some time to themselves.

For him, it’d been a time to ponder his life. Where was he going? Or rather, where could he go? He loved his ranch. It meant the world to him. But if keeping it meant he’d live a long life alone, it wasn’t exactly serving the purpose Grandma and Grandpa had bought it for. They’d worked the land so they could build a family, and while it hadn’t been the brood of kids they’d hoped for, they’d raised Mom and him.

But Brigit wanted to go home. Was it because that was where she thought he belonged? They wouldn’t be here for her big interview if Moore was where she thought she belonged.

Chapter 13

Have you heard yet?

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