Page 18 of Possessive Rancher

I try to make my way around the house quietly, putting the rest of my clothes on.

Heather stirs, moaning and rubbing her tits. “Daddy, come lie down with me.”

“Christ, little girl. You’re gonna be the death of me,” I tell her, willing my staff not to give her what she’s asking.

It’s obvious I’m taking too long as she opens an eye. “You promised to stuff that in my mouth. You’re not keeping your promise.”

I lean down, shove my tongue in her mouth with an aggressive kiss, claiming her and dipping my finger between her folds and into her pussy. She inhales a breath through clenched teeth.

“See that? You need some rest and to recover. I’ll be back in a bit. Gotta go help someone stranded on the road. Okay?”

“Hurry back,” she says sleepily and turns over, shutting her eyes to fall asleep once again.

I hate leaving her, but I don’t want that guy hanging around my front gate or stuck either. It takes about a minute before I drive out of the gate and head to the main road where I can see a small sedan leaning into the ditch.

It’s not deep, a low slope that has an 18-inch depth between my property line and the road. My truck pulls to a stop just in front of the car, and before I get out, I reach into the glove box. It may not be a shotgun, but my Glock 9 mm will be enough to do damage if this guy is up to no good.

Can’t be too careful.

I slip the gun into my waistband and hop out of the truck. There’s a toolbox in my backseat and a hitch in the back. I grab some steel tubing out of the bed with a flashlight and walk over to the car.

There’s no one inside. My eyes look up and down the road, but there’s barely any light. A few LED pot lights along the fence every dozen yards or so show drivers that there’s a solid object they shouldn’t run into. Other than that, it’s pitch black out here in the middle of the night.

My flashlight bounces around inside the car but doesn’t show me enough about the driver. It’s a hatchback, electric, and that’s the reason why it’s stuck in a ditch.

“Ahoy there,” a voice calls out, trotting toward me with their phone lighting up their feet.

The man gets closer, and by the time he reaches me, I can see the glasses and wetness of his coat.

“You been standing in the rain?” I ask him.

“Wallace Pierce,” he says, extending his hand. I shake it, trying to make sense of why he’s all the way out here.

“Hudson.”

“Um, yeah, so I got stuck here a few hours ago. I went off in that direction, not realizing that there wasn’t anything back that way. I was hoping I’d run into a gas station that I didn’t remember passing, ya know?”

“No, I don’t. Ain’t nothing out here but land and coyotes. Where ya headed?” I ask him, rigging up my steel cable to the hitch behind my truck.

“Good ole Cokehead County,” he chuckles. Definitely not a local and he’s liable to piss me off. Something about him isn’t sitting right.

“I don’t know where that is, but you’re in Conklin,” I tell him dryly. He clears his throat, clearly uncomfortable. I hand him the hook at the other end of the cable.

“What am I supposed to do with this?” he asks.

“I ain’t Triple-A. There’s a steel hook on the undercarriage. Clamp that on there and loop it through. I’ll pull ya free.”

He huffs and looks at the muddy road and then back at me with a whimpering expression coming over his face. “Um, I don’t know what I’m looking for.”

“Well, I ain’t getting up under nobody’s car in the dead of night. I’ll call ya a tow and they can haul you into town. Either that or might be able to push you out, bumper to bumper.”

There’s something off about this guy, and I can’t put my finger on it. Either way, as non-threatening as he appears, he ain’t no one I want to turn my back on.

“Let’s try that, the bumper-to-bumper thing,” he says with a nod.

I grunt and gather my cable to put it back in the bed of the truck. I hop into the driver’s seat to line up behind him and shout from the window. “Cut the wheel all the way to the left, and when you feel the back tire grip the edge of the asphalt, spin to the right and you should be good.”

He actually listens to me and gets his car straight on the road. I’m ready to make a U-turn and head back to Heather when he gets out and trots over to my window.

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