Page 106 of The Runaway and the Rugged
Abruptly, the sound of the back door opening caused our heads to turn and soon, a frantic Grace was flying in our direction.
“Emelia!” she shouted and, in a flash, we were all wrapped in a tight embrace, Garth, me, and her. “Are you okay?” Her voice shook with fear as her arms squeezed us closer.
My heart clenched.
“I’m okay, honey. Everything’s okay now,” I reassured her as gently as I could.
She nodded as our hug lasted for what seemed like forever.
And I was okay with that—forever. Because forever with them felt like I had finally discovered who I was, who I longed to be, and where I felt like I belonged. A nearly twelve-hundred-acre horse ranch where the skies were vast, the nature was wild, and the possibilities were endless.
And a rancher, his adorable daughter, and the rest of his family who became more than just a group of people who had taken in a runaway bride.
They became family.
My true family.
EPILOGUE
GARTH
Six months later
“Ithought you said we were going to wait to have sex?” Emelia groaned as our hips shifted together as one. Each slow trot Ella made brought me in even closer and more snug against Emelia’s perfect ass.
It was like I was fuckin’ her without actually fuckin’ her.
“We are,” I groaned, momentarily kickin’ myself for the bullshit rule I created when she had fallen in a horse stall the other day. Her ankle and hip had taken the brunt of the damage and I made the decision of no sex for at least a week, but I only had so much restraint. Especially when she was grabbin’ and rubbin’ up on me, forcing me to rethink our arrangement.
“Then why are you hard?” The breathlessness in her voice made my cock twitch.
“My cock is in a permanent state of hardness around you, Outlaw.”
She laughed.
“You know I’m basically all healed up, right? Just a small bruise on my hip.”
Fuck. I knew what she was doin’. This little vixen was tryin’ to get one over on me, but I’d already seen her bruises today and they were anything but small.
“You might not be able to hold on to my hips, but you could hold on to me somewhere else.” Her voice was filled with a wicked promise, like she was tellin’ me rather than askin’.
With another slow, leisurely roll, I brought my palm down onto her thigh.
If I learned one thing from bein’ with this woman, it’s that ridin’ double with her in front is a sure way to get her all hot and bothered.
“Yeah? And where should I hold on then, baby?” I squeezed her legs, triggering a low, bewitching moan that went straight to my cock.
“Anywhere,” she whispered, neck arching, ass shimmying over my crotch. “I’m sure you can think of a way, Garth.”
I could think of plenty, but I wasn’t tryin’ for more bruises.
“You that hard up, Outlaw?” I teased, dropping my face into the crook of her neck to nibble on her ear.
She groaned in annoyance.
“I’m ovulating and your arms look hot as fuck right now, so yes, to answer your question, I am hard up.”
Fuck.
