Page 8 of All Grown Up at Mountain Creek Ranch
“You feel so good.” Landon grips my ass, pulling me closer to the edge, allowing him to push as far as he can inside me.
The rain continues to beat overhead, the thunder booming every thirty seconds or so. The storm brewing inside me is just as wild and all-consuming. I've never felt this way with anyone before. I can't explain how I can feel so much in so little time, but I know that I don't want to give it up.
The pleasure building inside me is close to combustion. I throw my head back and close my eyes. Allowing the sensation of a free fall take over me and sending me into a orgasmic bliss. Landon follows closely, grunting his release with a final thrust of his hips into me.
We cling to one another as the wave of pleasure from our release recedes, and our senses return.
“That was—” he breathes out.
“I know.” I nod.
I’m already counting the seconds until we can do that again, but I’m going to manage to hold off having any further sex with Landon in the barn.
6
LANDON
Delaney and I spend the next few days in bed in my cabin. I'm happy to be a distraction for her when she tells me about the tension building between her and her father. I think that the two of them just need some space before they can talk things over. I selfishly want to find a way for them to patch things up, so Del will stay in Centennial Springs. But I'm also aware that she can't stay if there isn't a place for her to work with her father.
Del is taking a shower when her phone beeps on the bedside table. I don't reach for it, despite wanting to know everything about her. I wait until the water turns off, and she steps out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around her head and wearing my old Ohio State t-shirt. The hem barely touches the tips of her thighs, leaving very little to my imagination. My dick twitches with excitement despite having only just recovered from our last round of mind-blowing sex.
“You got a text while you were in the shower,” I tell her.
She pads softly over to the bed and sits down. I sit up and wrap my arms around her middle, pulling her close. The satisfied grin on her face slips, and I feel her tense beneath me.
“What is it?”
She looks up from her phone. “You know that job I told you about in Jackson Hole?”
How could I forget?It’s been lingering in the back of my mind since she told me about it.
“Yes.”
“Well,” she turns to face me. “They need an answer by Friday.”
That’s only two days away. My heart drops in my chest like a rock sinking to the bottom of a lake.
“What are you going to do?”
“What else can I do? I need to make a living. And I can’t do that without my father letting me take on more responsibility.”
I know she's right, but that doesn't mean I have to like the idea that she could be leaving me so soon. The thought to follow after her crosses my mind, but she'd probably think I'm crazy. It's not normal to make a life-changing decision to leave their family and their life to follow someone to another state after only a few days. But the ache in my heart at the thought of her leaving tells me that what I feel for her isn't normal. I'm falling in love with her.
The more I think about following her, the more I realize my decision wouldn't only effect me. My family depends on me to help run the ranch. If it were only me that would be impacted, I'd be packing my bags for a new adventure, but it isn't. I need to come up with a plan to try and get Delaney to stay that doesn't require her to give anything up. I won't have her waking up five or ten years down the road regretting her decision to stay and resenting me for it.
I kiss the crook of her neck. The scent of my body wash on her skin does wonderful things to my body, making her irresistible to me. I pull her against me, and I lay her back down on the bed and make love to her for the second time this morning.
* * *
Acouple of hours later, I'm heading into town to pick up some lunch for Delaney and me at Mirabelle's Café. The counter is crowded, so I wait for the lunch rush to die down a bit before I put in our order to go. I look around the café for somewhere to sit while I wait. Most of the tables and booths are already filled with hungry patrons. My gaze sweeps over an older man sitting alone in a booth, and I realize it's Delaney's father. He's hunched over the table, reading some official-looking paperwork in front of him.
I walk over and stand next to the table, waiting for him to notice me, but he keeps reading. I knock once on the table to get his attention and inadvertently startle him. A glob of mustard drips from his ham and swiss sandwich onto the paperwork.
“Dammit,” he grumbles and grabs the paper napkin in his lap to wipe it off, but it leaves a yellow smear in its place.
“Sorry, sir,” I say, wishing I was making a better impression on him. “I was wondering if I could join you for a moment.”
Dr. Morgan looks up at me and narrows his eyes, not out of anger, but like he's trying to run through his mental Rolodex, trying to put a name to my face. I offer my hand to him in greeting.
