Page 20 of Possessive Rancher

The image is dark with little light. I shake my head. “I’m sorry, I don’t know. It could be, but it’s too dark. I can’t see it.”

He huffs and puts his phone down. “That’s the guy who needed a push last night. Got himself stuck in the ditch. Something felt a bit off about him. It could have just been me, frustrated because I had to leave you sleeping alone.”

“Well, as long as you come back to me.”

“I’ll always come home to you, Heather. Always. You hungry?” he asks.

“I am, but how about you let me cook up breakfast while you grab a shower?”

“How about you let me have you for breakfast?” Hudson grins as he approaches me, sweaty and wet, but lust and playfulness in his eyes make this tempting.

“You need a shower, Daddy.”

“I need you,” he grins even wider. Mischief is in his sight as he lunges toward me, causing me to squeal in delight as I dodge his grasp.

“You have me,” I giggle and imagine what he’ll do when he catches me.

“I want you.”

“I want you, too, after you wash up. I need a shower myself. I smell like you… well… us.”

He waves his finger, beckoning me closer, but I refuse. Laughter fills the air as he takes up chasing me around the room until finally, he scoops me into his arms.

A firm kiss—morning breath and all—doesn’t make him wither. He sets me down, but his cock is up, jabbing me in the stomach through his shorts.

“Well, what do we have here?” I tease, slipping my hand inside and gripping him at the base. I stroke him a few times before dropping to my knees. I lick around the tip before kissing it and pulling his shorts all the way down to his ankles. I pop back onto my feet with a smirk as I head out of the room.

“That’s a dirty little trick,” he calls after me, following me out of the room and upstairs where we enjoy a shower together.

After we use up all the hot water, we make our way into the kitchen, fully clothed and ready to make a plan for the day.

“I think we should map out different experiences based on the time of year. Seasonal things and adventures,” I tell him as I whip up some pancakes for us.

Hudson nods. “We can put the spa together for the lake house cabins and maybe put some heating in the floors so the guests can have access all year around. We can do hikes or ATV rides to the base of the mountain. I want to mark a clear trail and paths so they can decide how hard of a hike they want.”

“Have you been up the mountain?” I ask him.

He nods. “Of course. My brothers and I know the mountains like the back of our hand. Harper’s even better. She’s the only one of us who’s made it to the summit.”

“Alone?” I ask, wondering how anyone could do something like that by themselves.

“You drove a few hundred miles alone, right? What’s up versus across? You can do it with her. She likes to hike it at least once every few months. I’m sure she’d love to have company.”

I choke back a laugh, setting a plate of food in front of him. “That means you won’t be doing it with her then?”

“I’ve gone as far as I can go, and there’s a vertical climb where my fingers can’t quite grip the way I like, but she’s as nimble as a fuckin’ monkey. Likes to show off how fast she can get to the top and I don’t race her. So, I do my brotherly duty and let her use me as an anchor for her ropes.”

“That’s sweet. You think she can teach me? I’d like to be a guide of sorts eventually. Maybe take guests up and down the mountain.”

He smiles. “Of course, she’ll teach you. How are you with a gun?”

“Not bad, but I haven’t fired one since I was about nine or ten. Out at the Guard house I was telling you about before. I wonder who’s out there these days.”

The Guard family home was like a second home to me, and I wonder if anyone out there still remembers me or if I remember them.

I look at Hudson. “Why would I need to know how to use a gun?”

He shrugs. “Main thing you come across on a mountain are bears, a lion or two maybe, wolves, and coyotes. A hostile guest, maybe.”

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