Page 164 of Wildest Forever

Cantering down the field, I stall at the gate and catch my breath. Dusty finished just after one so I have had the last few hours by myself, but I think I needed it. As much as I was busy, it gave me time to think about what I could do with the ranch. I needed to speak it out with Pacey, because it's not just my decision anymore. I had no idea if it was just going to be one money pit feeding into another, but I wanted to talk it out, float the idea and see what he thought.

This was a big old place to run, we needed money in, but being a cowgirl and raising cattle when you're going against the Riveras is not a money spinner.

Letting myself out the gate, I push it two and head for the stables. Dismounting off her back, I walk into the stalls and untack her before leading her back and hosing her down. She was sweaty and so was I.

Once she is cleaned, I throw her rug on her and turn her out into the paddock along with Pacey's horse, Chase. They frolic in the meadow, and I lean over the paddock gate as I watch them, my heart soars.

This is my happy place.

Here on my ranch, watching the horses, the livestock, nature... everything about this has always felt like home.

The sound of Pacey's truck approaching has my hand pressing over my eyes, blocking out the low afternoon sun and my brows furrow.

He jumps out the truck with ababy I am herelook on his face, a smile that only widens as he steps closer to me.

“Welcome home sheriff,” I mumble as he wraps his arm around me and pulls me close to him, his lips hovering over mine.

“Good to be home cowgirl,” raspiness coats his tone.

“Wasn't expecting you just yet,” I smirk, “I was just about to get showered because I am a sweaty mess,” and he steps back, a look of confusion on his face, his eyes bounce over me, checking me out.

“You? A mess... never,” he darts forward and places a kiss on my neck, teasing over my pulse point.

A giggle bubbles from me as I tilt my head back and let his lips trail across my throat.

“But, I do agree you're sweaty and you do need a shower,” his voice vibrates against my skin, my breaths trembling and I smile.

“Is that so?” I lift my head up so my eyes are level with his and he nods. “Then we better go shower then,” I tease, locking my fingers through his and lead him into the house and closing the door behind us.

Fumbling to get my boots off, he is already unbuttoning his jeans and kicking his boots off. I begin to climb the stairs but he catches me up, his arms circling my waist and I squeal as he carries me up the stairs and into the bathroom. He doesn't even shut the door, just places me down and turns on the shower. The loud banging of the pipes kicks in and while we wait for the water to heat, he is in front of me, undressing me with want.

My fingers tease under his tee as I run them across his muscly stomach before he is lifting his own tee over his head and kicking his jeans off.

His large hand cups my face as he tilts my lips up to his, slanting them across and I could kiss him forever. My feet are off the floor, my legs circling his waist as he walks us into the shower, the warm water cascading down over us as his lips dust down my neck, licking and sucking as he makes his way to my breasts, large hands kneading and squeezing, his hips pushed against me as he holds me in place.

“Pacey,” I pant just as his hand slips between my legs, fingers rubbing my clit.

“Yes wife.”

“I need you,” my voice trembles, two fingers slipping into my soaked pussy.

“I know,” his voice is tight, his lips back on my neck as he traces my pulse point with kisses, his fingers buried inside of me as he coaxes my orgasm, bringing me to the brink before pushing me straight back down into the depths, craving it.

“Please,” I moan, my pussy grinding over his fingers so his palm rubs against my clit.

“You look pretty when you beg, wife,” his voice trails off and my mouth pops open as he covers my nipple with his hot mouth and all my senses tingle as he submerges me in pleasure.

Fingers pull from me and his cock slides into my pussy, filling me slowly and my eyes roll in the back of my head. His teeth sink into his bottom lip, both hands cupped around my waist as he holds me in place, his hips pulling back and slamming forward.

“I will never get over how you feel, fucking you raw...” his head tips back as he pulls to the tip, edging me, pulsing the head of his cock at my opening and my stomach tightens, my skinburns and my pussy pulses, sucking him deeper but he shakes his head.

“I like teasing you,” he admits and my eyes fall between our bodies and my moans fill the room.

“I can't hold off,” I admit, my voice trembling, my teeth sinking into my bottom lip.

“Then let it all go baby,” his eyes connect with mine as he slowly fills me, my mouth opening, eyes widening and it feels euphoric, my skin tingling and I know the burning swirl that is intensifying inside, my pussy aching and I know this orgasm is going to wreck me. Harder and faster with each roll of his hips, my arms hang around his neck, my back arching away and every ounce of emotion is being poured into this, poured into him fucking me until I am a trembling mess beneath him.

“Come for me wife.”

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