Page 9 of Second Chance at Mountain Creek Ranch
Travis walks me around, explaining in animated detail his plans for everything. From building up his own herd to fixing up the ranch house. I stop and look at the back porch. I can see Travis standing there with a baby in his arms, smiling out at this little piece of heaven. But the woman standing next to Travis is blurry, and I can't see her face. The idea of anyone else married to Travis is like a kick to the chest.
I don't know if it's just my emotions already running high from the fear of the unknown of what will happen to me, but I break down again.
“Hey, whoa,” Travis looks at me, concern creasing his brow. “What’d I say?”
I shake my head and take a breath, trying to calm myself down. “Nothing. This is all so perfect.”
“You think this place is perfect? I thought you hated it here.”
I shake my head. “Not if I’m with you. But I know I’m not who you want to spend your life with.”
"What?" He practically yells, making me flinch.
“You dumped me,” I remind him. “You didn’t want to come with me.”
“I didn’t want to hold you back,” he counters. “I couldn’t be the one to keep you from what you wanted. Even though all I wanted to do was marry you and keep you with me forever.”
I'm barely able to take in a breath before I feel Travis's lips on mine. And suddenly it feels like every pain, every worry, every anxiety in my life melts away. It's only us, here, together at this moment.
Travis's tongue urges my mouth open to deepen the kiss. The feel of his mouth, the taste of his lips is both new and familiar at the same time. I wrap my arms around his neck and pull myself against his body. I want no space between us. My body aches in the best pleasurable way for him.
His hands move to the hem of my dress and lift it off me with one smooth movement. I unhook my bra and let it drop to the ground by my feet. Unable to hold back, Travis kisses me again and lays me down in the soft grass, his eyes moving over my body in a caress.
6
HARPER
I pull at the buttons of his dress shirt, not wanting to rip them off, but willing to do so if the damn things didn’t give me access to the rock wall of his bare chest. Finally free, I push the fabric of his shirt off his shoulders. Travis nestles himself in the space between my thighs, the hard bulge in his pressing against my core.
“Oh wow,” I sigh, already feeling the building of pleasurable heat. “Right there.”
Travis thrusts his hips forward. Even with layers of fabric between us, I'm on fire and ready to explode. I reach between us and grip his hard cock. He continues to push into my hand.
“Oh fuck,” he groans.
I yank and tug at his belt buckle, wanting to free his dick so I can feel him. It feels like a lifetime ago when I last had him inside me, and I guess that's almost true. Travis doesn't bother worrying about my panties and tears the lace fabric right off. A rumble of a growl erupts deep in his chest, and he tucks the shredded fabric in his pocket.
I chuckle until I’m able to free him from his denim confines. He’s hard and soft in my hand as I guide him to my entrance. I run the tip of him up and down the wet folds of my pussy before he pushes inside me. I breathe deeply through the pressure as my body adjusts to his size inside me.
“Tell me when I can move.” He kisses all around my neck.
“Now,” I breathe.
I’m so desperate to feel him. He pulls out slowly and pushes back inside. Slowly at first, but it doesn't take long to pick up the speed. The friction growing between us is white-hot and almost too much to handle.
I reach behind him and grab his hard-ass, urging him to go faster, to push deeper. He understands without words, grunting with each thrust into me and making me cry out.
I'm so glad no one is around to hear the noise that comes out of me when I scream Travis's name on my release. I close my eyes, stars floating behind my eyelids, but there is no time to come down from my orgasm. Travis's pace increases, and I feel the pleasure build again.
"I love you," he moans in my ear at his release.
He collapses on top of me, and I love the feeling of his weight pressing against me. I hold tight to him. Neither one of us wanting to let go.
When my orgasmic high subsides, the realization that I need to tell Travis everything resurfaces in my mind. I have to; there can't be any secrets between us. I tell him everything.
I can feel him tense beside me when I mention that there could be jail time if the company decides to press charges. He wraps his arms around me, pulling me closer to him. When I'm in his arms, it's as if no one can take me away.
I push myself up and swing my leg over his waist. If I'm going to lose everything, including my freedom, I want to spend every free moment with Travis for as long as I can.
