Page 27 of Possessive Rancher

“I use plenty of words,” Hayden says as he flips us off and heads out of the house.

I look at Hendrix as he starts typing away on his phone. He utters a growl and a grunt.

“Everything cool, Jimi?”

He huffs out a breath and looks to Heather, “You’re a woman.”

“She sure is,” I say, licking my lips and palming her ass.

“Relax, Daddy,” she tells me with a giggle and turns back to my brother.

Hendrix rolls his eyes, “You’re a woman, so you can tell me if it’s natural to get locked out of your house three times in one week.”

Heather pauses before telling him, “That’s a bit excessive, but I’d need to know more information.”

“So do I,” Hendrix growls. “I’ll raincheck on the barbecue. Apparently, I have an emergency. This little girl’s gonna be the death of me.”

I know what that sounds like, and it’s even funnier seeing my little brother go through something similar. He’s in for a wild ride if that’s what’s happening.

“Your brothers are funny,” Heather says after Hendrix leaves.

I nod, “They can also be assholes, but I guess around the women, we’re comical, charming even.”

“Brave, righteous, and protective. I don’t know how I got so lucky to have landed on your doorstep, Hudson Haven, but I’m sure glad I did,” she tells me with a soft kiss that’s guaranteed to get me going.

“You’re lucky? I’m the lucky one. Fuck, I should take down that post before someone else shows up for the job.”

“Yes, because the position is taken,” Heather says with finality.

“Damn right, it is. Damn right.”

14

HEATHER

The weeks fly by after I settle in with Hudson.

We decide to keep the main house just for us and will build cabins for potential employees to stay in if necessary, especially if we keep finding ourselves ‘playing around’ in the living room.

I can’t believe that’s even a thing, but here we are head over heels for each other and loving every minute of it.

The storm clouds are rolling in today, and it reminds me of those first days with Hudson. There are two cabins under construction around the lake house, and I’m sure we need to secure those sites.

I know Hudson’s been riding around all morning taking care of the property, but I’m not certain if he’s around to tarp up those buildings. The rain doesn’t have to fall for me to take action.

The ATVs have new tires and I’m more than comfortable on the trails now as I roll one out of the garage. I grab my phone to call him and see where he’s at.

“Yeah, babe.”

“Rain’s coming, Daddy.”

“You should be coming,” he says to me, “all over Daddy’s dick.”

“You are starting early today. We got chores to do,” I laugh.

“Yeah, speaking of which, how many sandbags we got left in that garage? I might need some around the spa we’re putting in until we can seal the foundation properly.”

“There’s about a dozen or so left on that pallet,” I tell him. “You want me to bring some to you?”

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