Page 30 of Possessive Rancher

The tension in the air is insane, but Heather lets go and takes off running to the kitchen. She dodges out of the back door as I shout my count, “One. Two. Ten.”

It doesn’t take long for me to catch up with her by the garage, and even less time for me to stick my throbbing member inside of her warm heat.

My god, I love this woman.

It’s the only words I can think of as we make love outside. Staring into her eyes and then looking off at the beautiful mountain view.

“We gotta hurry up, babe, rain’s coming,” I say through gritted teeth.

“So am I, Daddy.”

EXTENDED EPILOGUE

HEATHER

Five Years Later

“Jimi, don’t spin Hudson around like that. He just ate cake,” my voice trails as Hendrix learns the hard way not to spin the three-year-old who can projectile vomit better than a firehose.

I rush over to him with a wet towel as he sets Hudson Jr. on his feet. Hendrix rubs his little head, and I toss a towel to him before squatting down to wipe Hudson’s mouth who’s fighting me like I’m trying to smother him.

“No, no, no. No wipe,” Hudson Jr. shouts at me.

Before I can say anything, Hendrix leans down to look the boy in his eyes, “Did you just tell your momma no?”

Hudson Jr. stares up at his uncle like a deer in headlights and turns to me. “Sorry, Mama.”

“It’s okay, baby, here. You wipe your mouth, okay?” I tell him and hand him the towel. He wipes the expelled cake and drinks some water before taking off like a fish let off the hook.

“What’s going on?” Hudson Sr. asks as he walks into the kitchen.

There are a few people milling around, children, and other invited guests as we get ready to reveal the finished property and all the amenities.

“Jimi’s getting the finest lesson in parenting while giving Junior a reminder in respect. Thank you, Jimi.”

“Anything for you, Heather,” Hendrix smiles that charming Haven smile.

Hudson steps in front of him, “Don’t be smiling at my wife all seductive-like.”

“Are you forgetting who this man belongs to, River?” Hendrix asks with a smile as his eyes look across the room of people where a blonde bombshell of a woman mingles with other guests. He pats Hudson on the shoulder before leaving us to go flirt with the woman of his dreams.

Hudson wraps his arms around me as I look around at everything we’re accomplishing today.

“I can’t believe this is our life,” I tell him.

“Believe it because none of this happens without you,” he says with a soft kiss. He sees the cake and swipes some icing off it. He licks it off his finger before offering me some.

“No babe, I feel huger than huge. I can’t have cake.”

Hudson looks around and I think it’s to see if anyone’s watching us. He grabs a piece of cake and my hand and takes me outside, away from the crowd. We end up near the garage, a bubble of peace, where he licks another finger’s worth of icing.

“Do you know how damned good you look, little girl?” he asks, his voice penetrating me to the core. Seductive as always, my heart and soul bend for this man.

Heat rushes to my face as I look down, feeling how much tighter these jeans fit.

“No, you don’t. Eyes up here. Look at me, Heather.”

He commands my attention and my body.

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