Page 22 of Claimed By A Cowboy
Stopping Hyde, I slide off, tossing her reins on the nearest fence post. I close the distance between us in a few feet, snatching my girl up to cradle her close. Wynn knocks my hat off my head the way she has half a dozen times before.
“I don’t want to run anymore, cowboy.”
“Good. Because we would just keep chasing you, honey,” I whisper, lowering my head so my nose brushes hers. “This is what home feels like, Wynn. Stay long enough to let me show you how it can be. How we can be.”
“I can do that, cowboy.”
“If you do want to run,” I husk, brushing my lips over hers, “Just plan a trip for two. Because I am going to be running with you, honey.”
“I can do that too, cowboy. Now shut up and kiss me.”
“I can do that.”
Lowering my head, I seal my mouth over hers, stroking her lips with my tongue. We are soaked by the rain, but we stay right there for a moment, kissing, nuzzling one another, savoring the moment. I think it was awful romantic of me to chase after her, and when I ask her what she thinks, she laughs and agrees.
“It was romantic. Know what else would be romantic? Taking your woman home so we can get in a warm bath.”
“That would be very romantic. Come on, honey, let’s go home.”
Together we gather her things, stuffing her bag full once again. Wynn explains she told the driver to stop just a moment before I showed up. She had tried to run one last time but once she was on the road, she wanted to turn back.
Hoisting her up on Hyde, I climb on after her, telling her to get us home fast. The rain slows the closer we get to the ranch. Back at the stables, we both work on removing Hyde’s saddle and brushing her down. Hyde nuzzles her nose against Wynn and I overhear her promising the horse extra green apples for getting me to her on time.
Instead of taking her back to the bunkhouse, where any of the hands could wander in whenever they felt like it, we go back to the old barn. I promise to get us better quarters soon, but she says she doesn’t mind.
“This is our special place now. It’s not a loft in Paris or a tent in Dubai, but it’s a whole lot better. I like it up here, even the hay bed.”
Lying her down on the bed, which I added some extra blankets and pillows to, I strip us both out of our wet clothes. I did promise a hot bath, but once we got up here, we were both hot enough.
Outside it rain still pours from the skies but it’s warm up here in the loft. Wynn lies across my chest, her mouth hot as she presses kisses across my chest, over the scar she made me forget all about, and up to my ear. As her hand slides down beneath the covers, her husky whisper makes my beath catch.
“I think I learned plenty about riding, baby,” she husks, teeth nipping at my ear. “Think I ought to try it on my big cowboy.”
Climbing over me, she presses her hands to my chest, gazing down at me as she wriggles atop me. Sitting astride me this way, she makes the sexiest cowgirl I have ever seen. Her full, round tits bounce as she starts to rub her wet sex against my stiff shaft.
“Come here, honey,” I rasp, grasping her hips to lift her. “Let me come home.”
Wynn giggles before she moans as I slide inside her bare. We ran out of condoms last night. Besides that, I want to be bare inside her. Just thinking of her round with my baby makes me so hard it aches.
“What about…oh, yes!” she moans as I thrust up hard, sinking balls deep.
“Babies? Oh, honey, I hope I give you a few babies. How many do we want? And do you want a summer wedding or a fall one?”
“Oh my God,” Wynn moans, head falling back as my thumb rubs at her clit as I start to rock up into her.
I sit up, pressing my face between her lush breasts. I suckle at the stiff nipples as she takes over, pushing up on her knees to fuck me slowly. Each sweet slide of her on my cock makes my balls tingle with the need to fill her with my cum.
“Winter, baby,” she whimpers as I take hold of her ass to slow her down, wanting to draw out the lovemaking.
“Come again?”
Wynn giggles before she sighs as her body starts to shudder with her coming orgasm. “Married in the winter. I want a winter wedding. Baby, don’t stop, I want to feel you come inside me. And, I want four kids. Can you handle that many, baby?”
“Oh, yes, do you see me handle horses? I can handle it all. Come here, honey, give me that mouth. I want to taste you when I come inside you. I hope it takes this first time. You’ll be pregnant at our wedding.”
We cling together as our pace picks up. When she starts to come, she shouts, clawing at my back. I turn us as I come, pinning her beneath me. I meant it when I said I want her pregnant. And as soon as it snows, I am making this woman my wife.
Wynn made her bid for fun, just another of her adventures. This adventure brought her home, to me. She might have won the bid, but I am the big winner here, and I am claiming my cowgirl forever.
