Total pages in book: 51
Estimated words: 47222 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 236(@200wpm)___ 189(@250wpm)___ 157(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 47222 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 236(@200wpm)___ 189(@250wpm)___ 157(@300wpm)
Love. The word strikes me as an appropriate way to describe how Ranger cares for the land. Is it how he cares for me, too?
I stop rocking, astounded at the thought.
I mean, he cares for me, but love? The truth of the matter is, I don’t know that much about Ranger, or how he might demonstrate such an emotion. I can count on one hand the number of things I really know about him.
I know that Ranger’s a traveling ranch hand, which has been proven by how well he’s got the farm up and running. He told me he has brothers, and they’re in the farming business, too. We share a common hatred of iceberg lettuce. He nearly broke his back once getting bucked off a stallion while trying to break it.
And he’s a gentle man, I note, as is frequently demonstrated by how he interacts with my animals, in our conversations, and with me.
We’ve talked about our respective mothers, and my Pa, but I don’t know much about his family beyond that. I’ve tried to ask him more about himself and his family, but the cowboy usually brushes it off or distracts me with sex. Not one for chitchat, Pa would have said. It’s not that I don’t trust Ranger. Honestly, I’ve never trusted another person so much, other than Pa.
But I’m curious about my new lover. About where he’s been and what he’s seen and if he really does want to stay.
That’s the cherry on top. I want Ranger to stay at the farm and a part of me is terrified that he won’t. Maybe he has something better waiting for him elsewhere.
Or someone.
The thought of Ranger having another woman he may love stings me to my bones. He’s never given any indication that he’s got a life elsewhere, but sometimes, I feel like he’s hiding something from me.
Enough with all these nasty thoughts! I scold myself. Ranger is good and kind and so far, he’s been more than generous and kind. That’s all you can ask for.
The sun starts to sink even lower in the sky as Ranger finally comes up the porch to where I’m sitting.
“Hey there, pretty lady.” My man’s dirty from a day in the fields, but I don’t care and smile up at him, his tall form looming over me.
“Supper’s keeping warm in the oven. Chicken pot pie.”
Ranger smiles and leans in to kiss me and I crane my neck to meet him. But then, he scoops me up and carries me inside the house, pressed against his sweaty chest. Mmm, this man is broad and firm, and smells delicious, all male musk and clean hay.
“Ranger,” I protest while laughing uncontrollably. “Stop! Put me down!” But he refuses to listen and continues to kiss my face, eyelids, and lips while I laugh like a madwoman at his antics. Finally, we get to the kitchen and he sets me in a chair.
“You just looked like you could use a good laugh.” Ranger grins devilishly, clearly pleased with himself.
I feign anger and swat him on his powerful arm. “Now I’m all dirty!”
“Darn.” The grin spreads even wider. “Guess I’ll have to get you clean then.” He scoops me up again. “Least I can do.” With that, Ranger carries me upstairs to the shower and slowly removes all of my clothing until I’m naked. His eyes roam freely over my lush curves, his frank appreciation becoming apparent through the hardening of his cock.
“No shower. I want you now.”
For the next several minutes, I forget all about my doubts, instead swept up in the passion that is Ranger’s body against mine. Over the last few months, he’s taught me more ways to feel pleasure than I ever knew was possible. At times he’s been tender, and at others, he’s been demanding. And each time we have sex, I always want him more. As a lover he gives and he takes and he is teaching me to do the same. Our sex is a physical need, yes, but it’s also how we connect, and how we discover more about each other.
Spent, Ranger and I lay on the bathroom floor, the tiles nice and cool against our bare bodies. Lazily, I trace my fingers along his hardened abs, while he strokes my hair.
“I never want to leave this spot,” I murmur.
“Good, let’s not then.” Ranger pulls me tighter.
After a few more minutes of lounging, I sigh and make a move to get up. “But we better shower and get the pot pie out before it burns.”
Laughing, Ranger agrees and we head into the shower for another steamy session before putting on robes and going downstairs. Once in the kitchen, we devour potpie and indulge in some wine that Ranger got at the store the other day. It’s red and fruity, and I like it.