Page 105 of A Rancher's Vow
“Buzz. Second wrong answer.”
He lowered her feet to the ground and pulled their bodies together, his solid muscles pressed to her softness—the hardness of his cock clear and rising.
Charity hummed happily. “Oh, I get it. It’s anaughtyblanket.”
He eyed her, amusement tinged with suspicion. “I’m not sure if I should say yes to that or not.”
“It’s where naughty people get sent for time out when they’ve been bad.” Charity squealed as he spun her in a circle. “But you’re never bad. You’re very, very good. Does that meanyoudon’t get to be on the blanket?”
Dustin tugged her shirt free from her shorts. “You said we can’t have sex where your sister can hear.” He lifted his brows. “Problem solved.”
“Okay.” She ripped off her T-shirt then reached for his clothes. “In case that wasn’t clear, sex on the naughty blanket is a go.”
The warm night air caressed over the faint sheen of sweat on her skin as he stripped her naked. There was something deliciously…well,naughty… about being nude outdoors. Tucked into the little alcove, no one could spot them, yet with the stars and moon overhead, they were clearly right there in the open. The perfect balance between risk and safety.
The small lights Dustin had strung along the water’s edge glowed candlelight yellow over flexing muscles as his strong body was revealed. Fingers drifting over his skin, she paced around him in a circle, amazed that she got to do this. To touch, kiss, taste.
Lips pressed to his, skin to skin. Breasts to his chest, his cock against her belly, they tangled around each other with reckless abandon. His hands on her ass squeezed tight before he cupped her breast, dipped his head, and sucked her nipple into his mouth.
She scratched her nails over his shoulders, digging in when he nipped. “God, yes.”
Dustin took her to the blanket and covered her. Kisses to her skin, over her breasts. Teasing and tasting and taking in her gasps of pleasure with obvious delight as he moved down her body.
He pushed her knees up and stared down, head shaking slightly. “Such a pretty pussy. I’ve missed you.”
Charity laughed, the sound morphing into a moan as he covered her with his mouth. Tongue sliding into her sex, licking her clit and over her labia. Quick motions that rapidly sent her tumbling toward an orgasm. “Tell me you remembered to bring a condom.”
He licked slower, edging her need higher before he paused to grin at her. “I brought a blanket and lights. Hell, yes, I remembered the condoms.”
Dustin patted the blanket to one side, running his fingers over the surface until he found a pocket she hadn’t even noticed. He slid out a condom, and she curled upright to open it.
They worked together to put it on him, laughing between kisses, curling around each other. Skin contact seemed vital, and when she finally crawled into his lap and eased over his length, they both sighed happily.
His arms tight around her, torsos gliding skin on skin through each lift and lower. The thick length of his cock inside her rubbed perfectly on each stroke.
She relaxed her head until her curls brushed her back. The position arched her torso toward him, and Dustin teased a nipple with one hand. The other hand pressed firmly to her lower back to keep them connected, rubbing together, sliding sweat-slicked skin over and over as he pulsed upward.
Her orgasm broke sharply, bright and beautiful and perfect. A shimmering moment of pleasure echoed a second later in his face as Dustin let go and joined her. His body rocked, fingertips indenting her skin where he grasped her. Bodies shaking with their releases.
Moments after, she rested her forehead against his shoulder. Their breathing was still ragged, bodies quivering with pleasure. She lifted her gaze to his and the corners of his eyes crinkled as he smiled back. It felt real.Theyfelt real.
A sudden light flared overhead as a shooting star raced across the sky above them, and Charity made a silent wish.
Please let it be real.
21
Less than twenty-four hours later, they were gathered by another fire, contentment soaked into Charity’s bones.
They’d had an amazing camping trip. Suz and Chelsea had been over the moon about everything Dustin had done to make the time special. They’d all slept in, and the lazy morning that followed, with a swim in the lake before the short ride back to the barn, had been picture perfect and full of memory-making moments.
They’d showered, relaxed some more, then made their way over to the main ranch house in time for dinner.
Tamara handed them each something to carry then pointed outside. “The kids voted for a picnic dinner, since you obviously didn’t get enough outdoor time the past two days.”
“Picnic by the fire sounds wonderful. It’s not something we get back home,” Chelsea assured her.
“We have squishmallows,” little Tyler announced, catching Suz by the hand and tugging her toward the door. “You sit with me.”
