Page 92 of Ashes of the Past
He backs out of the field road and steers us back toward the ranch. He reaches over and takes my hand in his. I can’t help the smile on my face. I turn my head and look out the window, watching the scenery as we pass it.
Man, it’s been such a wild day.
He squeezes my hand softly as we turn into the long driveway of my family ranch.
“I want to be clear with you, Brynn. I want a relationship with you. I’m not…I don’t take that lightly.”
“I don’t either. That’s what I want, too, and I’m perfectly fine with whatever speed is comfortable for us both.”
“Savannah may pop up again.”
“And Clay may make the same kind of scene if he finds out.”
“And we’ll handle that when or if it happens.”
“It doesn’t bother you that I have a daughter?”
“No. If it did, I wouldn’t have ever kissed you,” he says with a low chuckle. “Stop thinking of reasons I might run.”
I chuckle inwardly.
Damn, if he didn’t call me out right on that one.
I look over at him and smile.
He really isn’t anything like Clay; he’s not like any man I’ve ever met, and for that, I’m grateful.
Chapter Thirty-Eight
Jack
I wake up the next morning, Sunday, with Brynn’s warm body molded to mine. Her perfect ass is pressed against my morning wood. I reach forward, my fingers gripping her hip as I pull her tighter into me. She moans softly, her butt wiggling back and against my length.
My lips find the soft skin of her neck, planting gentle kisses as I breathe in her familiar scent. Brynn sighs contentedly, her body slowly awakening to my touch. I trail my fingers along the curve of her waist, savoring the silky smoothness of her skin.
“Good morning,” she whispers, her voice still husky with sleep. She turns in my arms to face me, her green eyes sparkling as they meet mine. A playful smile tugs at her lips.
“Morning, beautiful,” I murmur, tucking a stray lock of hair behind her ear.
Unable to resist, I lean in to capture her lips in a deep, languid kiss. She responds eagerly, her fingers tangling in my hair as she presses her body flush against mine.
Her leg hooks over mine, pulling our bodies flush. The friction sends a jolt of pleasure through me.
“Someone’s excited,” she teases, grinding her hips deliberately against mine.
I groan softly, my hands roaming down her back to cup her rear. “Can you blame me? Waking up next to you is intoxicating.”
Her lips curve into a seductive smile as she pushes me onto my back, straddling my hips in one fluid motion. The sheet falls away, revealing her naked form bathed in the soft morning light filtering through the curtains.
“Well then,” she purrs, leaning down to brush her lips against my ear. “Let’s see just how intoxicated we can get.”
Her teeth graze my earlobe as her hips begin a slow, teasing grind. I grip her thighs, reveling in the feeling of her smooth skin under my palms. My lips find her collarbone, trailing kisses along its elegant curve as she arches into me.
Her fingers trace patterns on my chest as she rocks against me, her movements becoming more urgent. I slide my hands up her sides, cupping her breasts and teasing her nipples to stiff peaks. She gasps, her head falling back as she grinds down harder.
“I need you,” she breathes, reaching between us to guide me to her entrance.
I groan as she sinks down, enveloping me in her wet heat. For a moment,
