Wildest Dreams (The Wilds of Montana #3) Read Online Kristen Proby

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Billionaire, Contemporary, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: The Wilds of Montana Series by Kristen Proby
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Total pages in book: 103
Estimated words: 100090 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 500(@200wpm)___ 400(@250wpm)___ 334(@300wpm)
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And we do. The climax rocks through us with heat and a power I’ve never experienced before.

As I catch my breath, with Ryan still seated inside of me, I can’t resist looking up again at the dancing lights, sighing in happiness.

“Ryan,” I whisper, in awe of this whole night. “It’s amazing.”

“I love you.”

My gaze whips down to his in surprise, and he drags his fingertips down my jawline.

“You do?”

“More than anything.” He looks so…calm about it, and he cups my cheek and pulls me to him so he can kiss the hell out of me.

“God, I love you, too,” I whisper when I come up for air. “For a million reasons. The fact that you love the sky so much is only one of them.”

He lifts me off of him and then grabs his T-shirt to wipe us off, and once I’m back in my clothes and he’s in his jeans, we cuddle up to watch the show above us. Ryan’s fingers are in my hair, combing and stroking, and my eyes are getting heavy.

“I think I might finally be sleepy,” I murmur.

“The show is almost finished,” he says and kisses my temple. “Do you want to go to bed or stay up here?”

“We should probably go to bed. Or I should go home. I don’t want Jake and his friends to see⁠—”

“See what? Two people in a healthy, loving relationship? Fuck that. Besides, you are home, Polly.”

I frown up at him, but his gaze doesn’t waver. “I mean, we just said the L word, Ry. I’m not sure I should move in on the same day.”

He chuckles and shakes his head. “It doesn’t have to be today. I’m patient. But I’ve felt like you belong here since that first time you came to the ranch.”

I sigh and look up at the fading lights. “I do love it here. But I love my little house, too. And you just remodeled my kitchen.”

“Keep the house,” he says. “Rent it out, or use it as a guesthouse. Whatever you want.”

“A guesthouse,” I murmur, considering. “Not a bad idea.”

Suddenly, I’m flat on my back again, and Ryan is staring down at me intently. “Does this mean you’re moving in here? I need the words, babe. Spell it out for me.”

I caress his cheek, loving the scruff there. I look into his gorgeous eyes and feel the night swirling around us. The sound of owls call nearby, and I love the smell of the woods out here on this ranch.

“First, will Jake be okay with it? Ryan, you’re just hitting your stride together, and I don’t want to fuck that up for you two.”

“I will talk to him,” he promises me. “We won’t ambush him. But he adores you, and I can’t imagine him saying no. He’s a sweet kid.”

“I know he is, and I love him so much. When he didn’t get up on the field tonight, my heart stopped. Okay, if Jake doesn’t freak out about it, I think the answer is yes. Are we crazy?”

“Crazy in love,” he says with a grin, and I groan.

“That’s so cheesy.”

“I don’t give a fuck.” He kisses me, harder this time. “I love you to distraction.”

“I love you, too.”

It’s been another busy week, full of training my mom and Joy on all the ins and outs of my shop, but they’re doing great, and Katie adores them. Finally, I feel like things are back on track there, and I’ve been able to relax a bit.

I’ve decided that I won’t press charges against Melissa, but only because a court case would cost more than the cash I lost.

I’ve been able to see Ryan every night. We haven’t started moving my things over yet because he says he wants to have some rooms added onto the house so I can have the closet of my dreams, which is silly to me because there are already a plethora of rooms that I can turn into a dressing room, but he insists that it should be part of the main suite, and who am I to argue? I’ve learned that Ryan loves this kind of thing, and he’s excited.

Besides, it gives us a little more time to talk to Jake. I want to make sure that he’s okay with all of this before we move even one thing over. Moving slowly works great for me.

I’m bustling about the shop, ready to head out for a couple of hours, when the shop phone rings.

“Pocket Full of Polly, how can I help you?”

“May I please speak with Polly?”

“This is she.” I balance the phone with my shoulder as I go through some mail.

“Hi, Polly, this is Willa Hull. I own Dress You Up in Cunningham Falls, and I’m calling for a reference for an applicant.”

I frown as I lean on the counter. Cunningham Falls is a cute ski town five hours from here. “Okay, I can help with that. Who’s the applicant?”



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