Page 53 of Rancher's Strength

“Out at the fire, when you were in my arms, you said you were home. Did you mean that?” Grinding into her, I needed to know her answer.

“Yes, Ryder, you’re my home. You’ve always been my home. The kids, you, me, and all of us together are where I’m meant to be. Forever.”

Forever. She was mine. I looked into her smiling face and grabbed her ass, guiding her movements—slow, then fast— as I leaned down and circled my tongue over her peaked nipples, keeping time with the rhythm of her hips.

With every thrust, a piece of my heart mended. The hurt between us floated away like the embers from the fire drifting toward the sky before burning out.

“I’m trying to be quiet, but you’re making it hard,” she whispered.

“I can’t help it when you’ve made me so fucking hard,” I growled, my fingers digging into the meat of her ass as I spread her cheeks, letting her fully take my cock. She gasped again, looking down so our eyes met in the moonlight. I kissed her, swallowing her moans as I fucked her harder, taking every inch of her wet pussy.

The sound of our sex echoed in the tent, and I thought she would stop me, but instead, she kissed me harder as her body shook hard, her wetness dripping down my balls. Fuck, I loved when she did that.

I sat up slowly, pulling her so she sat on my lap, her breasts bouncing between us as I continued thrusting in her, using my grip on her ass to move her beautiful body against mine.

“Oh, Ryder,” she moaned into my mouth.

I loved the beautiful sounds she made for me. I could have fucked her all night long. Being connected with her was so fucking beautiful. Hearing her say my name over and over drove me wild, sliding her down so her back was on the sleeping bags, our bodies still connected.

I didn’t even have to say a word, and it was like we knew each other’s next moves as she lifted her legs, pressing her ankles against my shoulders.

“Fuck, baby,” I murmured, sliding my hand between us to massage her clit with my thumb as I rocked my body against her.

“That’s it. I feel you, come for me again. Come all over this big cock,” I growled.

She grasped the back of my thighs as I slammed into her, filling her up to the hilt as she practically melted into the sheets.

I wanted to hear her cry out my name again. I needed it.

“Come on, sweetheart. Say my name,” I murmured, leaning as close as possible to her.

“Ryder…Ryder…RYDER,” she practically screamed, clamping down hard on her bottom lip as she came all over my cock, the wetness soaking into the sleeping bags below us.

“Fuck, Lexie,” I growled, only taking a few more pumps before I spilled into her, her wet pussy milking every last drop before I collapsed onto her sweaty chest, peppering her nipples with light kisses.

We stayed together like that, our bodies still connected as I continued to give her lazy kisses over her sweaty skin. It could have been minutes or hours before Lexie finally spoke. “Do you think the others heard us?”

I laughed. “I hope so. Then everyone here knows that you’re mine.”

Chapter Twenty-Seven

LEXIE

“Where are Ruby and Sawyer?” I yelled as I ran back to the fire, the sun peeking above the mountains around us.

“They were just in the tent,” Kipp said as he stood brushing the dirt off his pants.

“Well, they’re not there. Oh god. I’ve lost them. We haven’t even had them for a month, and they’re gone. We had to fake this marriage just to get them, and now they’re missing. And even though it was supposed to be fake, I’m completely in love with my husband, and all I want to do is tell him, but I’m afraid, and oh my god, why am I still talking?” I rambled as I collapsed on my knees.

Kipp knelt down beside me and put his heavy hand on my back. “They can’t have gone too far; we’ll find them.” He helped me stand and turned me to face him, bending over so he could look me in the eyes. “As far as the marriage goes, you have to tell him how you feel.”

“You don’t even like me.”

“This you, I like. The honest you and the one that has figured out that he’s worth it no matter what you think life should look like.”

“Kipp, I’m so scared.” He hugged me tightly.

“Let’s go find the kids,” he said softly as we turned toward the tent they should have been sleeping in.

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