Page 56 of A Rancher's Vow
He eased his fingers over hers, tracing the line where his cock entered her, and Charity let her head fall back as her climax hit. Dustin thrust up one final time and stayed there, buried deep, as his hips convulsed lightly.
His gaze fixed on hers, albeit unfocused with pleasure.
Charity pretty much collapsed on top of him a second later. They lay together, panting hard. Pleasure trickled over her skin like a million small sparks. Stars floated in front of her eyes, her pulse still echoing everywhere including her sex where it surrounded his softening cock.
Dustin pressed a kiss to her temple. “You’re a good rider, Charity Gruzing.”
“I had a good teacher.”
“Really.”
She pressed her hands to his chest until she could meet his gaze. Expression straight as possible, she nodded. “Beach is the best.”
A burst of laughter escaped and he rolled, trapping her under him. “Terrible woman. My ego is broken.”
“Your ego is just fine, Stone. So is your sex game.” Charity curled her arms around his neck and kissed him. Happy connection in the move.
They separated reluctantly. “You go ahead and shower first. I’ll lay here for a while and recover from being ravished,” Dustin offered.
They tossed the linens and towels they’d used into the bunkhouse washer before heading to the cookhouse. They ended up having breakfast together with the girls before Dustin headed off to help Adam with one final task.
Amy and Coralee excitedly took Charity up on the request for one final ride. It was interesting to have their help and perspective as she saddled Beach mostly on her own.
Charity offered Amy a high five and thanks after copying the other woman’s method to get the saddle up onto Beach’s back. “Dustin doesn’t even think twice about lifting the saddle into place. I’m relatively strong from my dancing and firefighting work, but that swing method you use is a big help.”
“You’re doing great. And your flexibility is a huge help when it comes to mounting up.” Coralee took them on a new route for an hour-long ride, then guided Charity through brushing Beach down and putting everything away when they were done.
Charity was still humming happily as she finished the laundry and packed up her clothes. Final task—gather the work files for Silver Stone.
Stepping into the tomb, she jerked to a stop. Frank Stone stood behind the desk, scowl firmly in place.
Determined to finish better than she started, Charity went for polite. “Good morning. I’ll just grab my things and I’ll be out of your way.”
He glared. “Told you not to organize my shit. Where the hell did my receipts go?”
Such a pleasant man.
“I moved them out of my way nearly a week ago so I could use the desk and not lose them. One minute.” She took her file from the corner of the desk and laid it on the chair before rescuing the box from the closet. As tempting as it was to dump the contents on the desk, she restrained herself and instead placed the box in front of him. “Here you go.”
His glare increased. “You done, then?”
“Yes. Tucker and Caleb will be pleased to have the information. And you won’t have to put up with any more repeat requests, so positive results all around.”
“Good riddance.” Frank peered into the box then sneered. “They didn’t really need that information, you know. They sent you to do busy work so they could have that boy out here to annoy me.”
Keep your mouth shut, Gruzing. Shut your mouth and walk away…
Nope. It was no use. It appeared she had no sense of self preservation. “You like to assume the worst about people. You might want to work on that because your assumptions aren’t doing you any favours.”
His eyes opened wide in shock. “Excuse me?”
“Your family cares about you. They obviously care enough to stay connected, but the entire time I’ve been here you’ve done nothing but put down Dustin, me, and everyone connected to Silver Stone.”
Frank snorted. “I don’t have to explain myself to you, but clearly you haven’t seen what I’ve seen. Disrespect isn't something I need to put up with.”
She needed a bigger hammer to make her point.Fine. Charity stepped closer and made him look at her.
“The last time I spoke to either of my parents was ten years ago. They’ve never tried to contact me, as far as I know, and I've got no desire to reach out to them. It makes me sad on one level, but it's for a good reason. The connection between us is broken and can’t be repaired.” Charity eyed Uncle Frank. “You and the Silver Stone ranch haven’t broken yet. The biggest conflict I’ve seen between you and the rest of the Stone family is your anger, although it seems as if you’ve forgotten why you’re angry in the first place.”
