Page 5 of Possessive Rancher

I want this job.

I want him.

The feel of my phone ringing in my pocket pulls me out of the moment, slamming reality back into my face. The number on the screen isn’t saved, but I already know who it is. I reject the call and shove the device back into my pocket.

“You can take that if you need to,” Hudson tells me with a warm smile.

I don’t need to take that call. I need that caller to fall into this lake and never be found again. Hopefully, that’s someone I never have to see again, but I’m not going to unload my problems onto Hudson.

Nope.

I’ll just flirt and do the job to the best of my ability.

“It’s not a call worth taking,” I tell him with a smile, hoping to hide the anxiety that comes every time I see that number. I jump back into what we’re doing to change the subject. “How are the guests going to get out here if they come through the main house’s driveway? Or what if they want to come to the main house for an event?”

“I’m working on getting some golf carts to carry people and luggage around the property. But I’m still mapping out the roadways I want to put down. I like keeping the cabins private and separate from one another, and I’m keen on the main house being for staff only.”

This feels right.

I can’t exactly pinpoint what it is about Hudson. From the passion in his voice as he talks about what he wants to the desire in his eyes when he talks about me and this mouth. One way or another, I have every intention of letting this mouth of mine get me into a world of trouble, and Hudson Haven’s at the center of it.

3

HUDSON

Heather is a little spitfire with me in her sights, and I’m liable to give her everything she’s silently asking for and then some.

Dark denim jeans hug her curves, and watching the bend of her ass as she straddles the ATV makes me jealous of that seat.

She can straddle my face with that untouched pussy for me to show her how this mouth of mine can cause a little bit more trouble than she’s expecting. I want trouble.

The low rumble of thunder cracks through the air as the storm clouds roll in from behind the mountains. They’re as gray as her eyes, but they’re far more liable to mood swings than any woman. Another roar of thunder cracks through the air with a flash of lightning.

“Let’s hit it. We gotta get off this trail,” I tell her because there aren’t any designated paths paved, and the ATVs tend to get stuck in the soft dirt or snag on tree roots.

Things are still moving along to turn this place into a luxury estate, but it’s still under construction in some parts. With Heather onboard, I’m sure I can take it to the destination of hospitality it needs to be to prove I’m right about keeping it in the family.

We’re barely away from the lake by the time the first raindrops fall. The rain doesn’t wait for us to get closer as the skies open up to pour buckets of water on us. I keep looking over my shoulder to make sure she’s keeping up, but I can see her struggling to navigate the path.

I pull my ATV to a stop and so does she. I hop off and trot back to her. “Listen, I’m gonna ride you in and tow mine behind us. Alright?”

“You sure?” she asks, her voice tiny and muffled from behind the helmet.

“Yeah, move back,” I tell her before I fish some rope out of a compartment. It’s not the first time I had to drag one of these things back to the shed. It won’t be the last either. Only this time, I’m not out here alone.

Heather wraps her arms around me, and after I’m sure everything’s set, we take off toward the main house. The trails get dicey, but we make it back safely, which is all I can ask for with Heather.

After I lock up the ATVs, we head toward the back door, but something grabs her attention.

“Even in the rain, it’s gorgeous,” she murmurs.

“You a city girl?” I ask her.

“I grew up in Conklin, but I’ve been out East since high school. My mom had a job out in Maryland, but I couldn't stay out there. I was heading back here when I came across your ad.”

“Let’s head inside and we can talk some more. Careful-”

Before I can even get the sentence out, Heather twists, but the wetness of the grass catches her off guard and she slips. I reach out to grab her, but she still ends up flat on her butt with a slight splash.

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