Page 95 of The Runaway and the Rugged
Legs weak, knees fuckin’ sore, I gently removed my finger and tongue before rising to my feet.
“You okay?” I asked with a smile cresting on my face.
She was struggling to regain her composure with a hand over her face as she breathed wildly.
“Yes,” she finally responded, and as I went in to claim her lips, she caught me off guard. “Can we do it again?"
28
EMELIA
Everything was perfect. I was happy and healthy, loving every moment of life. I held on to the hope that each day would continue to be just as good, if not better, than the last. It’s been a week since Garth and I made things official. We haven’t told anyone yet, so when we were in the company of others, especially Grace, we made sure to keep our distance.
Despite it proving to be a difficult concept for Garth, he did his best.
Every day I was learning something new on the ranch. No longer was I mucking stalls, but now I was stuck being taught the nitty-gritty of things on Hideaway Haven Ranch. It was hard work. Long days, longer hours, but I was able to do it with the person who I was beginning to adore.
He was patient with me and kind in ways I never thought were possible. When I had questions, he’d answer them to the best of his ability. When I was having trouble using a certain tool, he didn’t hesitate to take over. And most importantly, he listened. If I had an idea, he was all ears, even if it didn’t make sense.
That was just the type of man he was.
A good man.
The best.
He was smiling more, laughing often, and it didn’t take long for others to notice. Greta would bombard him with questions, while Griffin would watch him like he was an entirely new person.
And Grace.
She was changing too. It was as if her father’s happiness was slowly seeping into her, softening her and shaping her in ways she hadn’t been before.
It was as if everything was falling into place, for me, for Garth, for everyone.
Finally.
“What are we doing now? I thought we were done working for the day?” I asked, as we sped down the gravel road, kicking up dust and all sorts of particles into the air.
“We are,” he responded. “I want to show you somethin’.”
“Can’t you show me when I’m not sweaty and covered in dirt, manure, and everything else on this ranch?”
His chuckle went straight to my core.
“No, I can’t.” He grinned, all covered in sweat, shirtless, even a streak of dirt on his face, and he still was the hottest man alive.
Pouting, I decided to go along with whatever he had up his sleeve, when minutes later we pulled up to a stop next to the lake. He quickly jumped out and ran over to my door to open it.
“The lake? I’ve seen the lake, Garth.”
It was a stunning lake. Bright blue water shimmering underneath the sun with soft gentle waves that crashed over the surface, inviting me with a tempting call to jump in.
“You may have seen it, but you ain’t been in it yet.” He shot me a dangerous look that told me everything I needed to know about where his head was.
Grabbing a hold of my hand, he tugged me toward the lake’s edge and began to strip off his clothes.
“Garth!” I gasped, shocked when he was already down to his boxers. “Are you seriously?—”
He was fully nude now, his stunning physique on full display. His impressive, never-seen-before cock was finally revealed, and when I noticed a small, silver ring dangling from his shaft, my mouth fell to the ground.
