Live for Me (Hallow Ranch)

Chapter Twenty-Three

Beau

“Wish I had time to eat that cunt before the boys get back,” I muttered against the top of her head.

She rubbed her thighs together, silently wishing the same as she scolded me. “Beau, we’re in the bunkhouse for God’s sake,” she whispered.

For the last twenty minutes or so, I’d been holding her in my bunk. There was no way I couldn’t, not after what just happened. After we came down from our highs and my dick softened inside her, I gently pulled her away from the door and carried her to my bunk. I laid her down, took my boots off, and climbed underneath the covers behind her. We used to sleep like this all the time, her facing the wall and me surrounding her, my arm locked around her waist.

My lips found her ear. “And I just made you see God against the front fucking door. What’s your point?”

She pressed her ass against me. “Stop talking like that,” she breathed.

My hand slid up her soft belly, cupping one of her breast, my cock hardening again, wanting more. Her nipple was solid against my palm, and my mouth watered, craving her. “Do you know how many times I wanted to spread you out on the fucking table and devour you?” I asked her, yanking the front of her dress down, her perky tits spilling out. “Do you know how many times I’ve fisted my cock in this bunk to the thought of you, baby?”

She moaned my name, arching her back, grinding against me as she reached back, putting her hand on the back of my head. My jaw tightened as my control snapped. I couldn’t eat her here—I would have to kill anyone who saw her like that—but I couldn’t wait until when we got back to the cabin. My hand left her breast, snaking down her body, and lifted her dress under the covers. Without another word, her legs fell open, and she leaned back against me, panting.

“Yeah,” I praised. “You know exactly what I want, don’t you?”

My wildflower nodded, shifting her hips, searching for my hand.

The bunkhouse faded, and we both slipped into our roles, ones we discovered long ago. “My little fuck toy needs to feel good, doesn’t she?” I taunted roughly, my lips brushing against the shell of her ear as I slid my middle finger against her clit, my other fingers spreading her lips wide.

“Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck,” she breathed out, her mouth opened to let out a cry. I flicked her bundle of nerves again, pressing my cock against her ass.

I hummed, watching her from above as she squirmed for me. I didn’t give her anymore though. Instead, I moved my hand down slightly and slid a single digit inside her, feeling the aftermath of us in her little hole. Some of our cum spilled out as I pushed my finger in deeper, curling it to find her G-spot. I curled my other arm underneath her pillow, anchoring the top of her body to me as that hand worked her nipple now. I clicked my tongue. “Messy little slut, aren’t you?”

“Jesus, Beau,” she whimpered, still trying to fuck my hand, seeking pleasure.

Outside, I heard horses, but Abbie was too lost in this to notice. I pulled my finger from her and adjusted our covers to make it look like we were sleeping. “How badly do you want to come, beautiful?”

She twisted her neck to look at me, her eyes filled with lust and love, the raw beauty of her making something shift in my chest. “Please,” she begged. “I need to feel good. Please, please.”

My hand snapped up from her nipple to her mouth, covering it. Her eyes widened as a wicked smile found my face, my hand going back down between her legs to play with her clit, my middle finger moving in short, quick circles. Her eyes fluttered closed, but not before I saw them roll back.

Fuck.

Fucking fuck.

I felt precum leaking against my jeans as I held Abbie against me, silencing her and playing with her messy pussy. The front door to the bunk house opened and I heard the twins coming in, yapping loudly. Abbie eyes widened, and I flashed her a grin before rolling over her slightly, pinning her to the mattress, my finger still working her clit mercilessly.

From where they were in the kitchen, they couldn’t see us because of the load-bearing pole in front of my bunk and thank fuck for that, because I wanted to drive her crazy with my words. My mouth was against her ear again as she struggled underneath me. “Such a good fucking girl,” I praised quickly. “Letting me play with that wet pussy whenever I want.”

She stopped struggling and moaned into my hand. I smirked. “There she is. There’s my perfect little fuck toy,” I whispered as Lance started talking to his brother about their friend, and I heard a cabinet slam behind me.

“Lawson, I don’t understand why you let her come here in the first place,” Lance snapped.

Their conversation escalated from there and, like usual, the twins started bickering and I could give less of a fuck. I returned my attention back to my woman and whispered, “Those cowboys would kill to see you come, to feel this pussy milk them. You know that?”

Another soft, muffled sound left her as I worked my hand faster. “But that would never happen. You know why?” I hissed hotly. “Because the only cowboy who gets to fuck you—to use you—is me. The only cowboy who gets to see, hear, and feel you come is me. Isn’t that right?”

She nodded against me and started squirming again.

She was close.

I licked the shell of her ear. “Are you mine?”

Another rapid nod.

I pressed my finger down harder, keeping the same pace. “You my obedient little fuck toy, baby? Is that what you are? Hm?"

Another nod. Another whimper.

My teeth grazed the shell of her ear then. “Prove it then, Wildflower. Come for me in front of these unknowing cowboys.”

When she did, even my hand couldn’t completely muffle the cry that escaped her.

Thankfully, Lance and Lawson were too busy yelling at each other to notice.

Hours later. The Cabin .

Abbie turned around to face me, holding a plate of food out for me as the steam from the stove rose behind her, the glow of the candles in the windowsill above the sink highlighting her perfect cheekbones. My stomach rumbled as I took the plate of rice and beef from her, the scent of the spices filling my nose. “What is this again?”

A small, shy smile teased her swollen lips before she turned back to the stove. “It’s called Messy Skillet.”

I stayed were I was, feet planted until she fixed her plate and shut off the stove. When she turned to face me, I plucked her plate from her hands and jerked my head. “Go on,” I ordered after she stared at me for a second.

“I can carry my own plate, Beau.”

“Never said you couldn’t, but you aren’t going to around me,” I deadpanned, opening the drawer and grabbing our forks and napkins.

She shook her head, rolling her eyes as she moved into the living room, taking a seat on the left side of the couch, the same place she’d been sitting all week. She crossed her legs, and the cotton shorts she wore shifted, revealing more of her skin as I handed her the plate. “Thank you,” she muttered, settling in as I put my plate on the coffee table, taking my seat beside her and leaning forward, ready to dig in.

I could feel her watching me as I took the first bite. An explosion of flavor hit my tongue. and I groaned. “Fuck me, Abbie.” She laughed quietly as I looked back at her. “This is fucking good.”

“Are you saying that because it’s true or because you’ve been eating bunkhouse food for so long?” Abbie teased, taking a bite.

I shook my head, returning my attention to my food. “The bunkhouse food isn’t all bad. Only when the twins try to cook something up.”

Silence followed at the mention of the twins, and I heard her shift her legs, clearing her throat. “Need some water, baby?” I asked calmly, twisting my neck to find her face beet red. She covered her mouth and coughed again before nodding.

A smirk formed as I rose from the couch, heading into the kitchen to grab her a bottle. When I returned, she wouldn’t look me in the eye, simply taking the bottle and muttering a thank you. I sat down and studied her, watching her take a few sips, loving the way her cheeks heated at the memory we created only a few hours ago.

“You embarrassed?” I guessed.

She looked down to her plate, shifting her food around. “No.”

“Did me doing that in front of them make you uncomfortable?” I’d never forgive myself if that was the case. I’d been so lost in the moment—in her—that I didn’t give a fuck about anything else. I finally had my wildflower back, and I didn’t want to miss a second of this—of us.

Abbie’s head shot up, her hair shifting back on her shoulders. “What? No, no—”

“—did you like it?” I pressed before I bit down, bracing for her answer.

The blush on her cheeks deepened as her lips parted. “You know I did, Beau,” she rasped. “I like anything you do with me…or to me.”

Fuck, she was going to make me hard all over again, and I didn’t want the dinner she made to get cold.

“Drive me fuckin’ insane, Abbie Spears,” I murmured, reaching and rubbing my thumb across her bottom lip. “Do me a favor, yeah?”

She waited, her eyes searching mine.

“Don’t ever stop,” I whispered. “Don’t you ever stop driving me insane, Wildflower. You understand me?”

“I won’t stop,” she promised, wrapping her fingers around my wrists, her thumb stroking the skin there.

I said nothing for a few moments, savoring her presence, and I’d never been so fucking thankful for anything in my entire life. When I pulled my hand from her, I ordered, “Eat, baby.”

Both of us ate in silence then, and when we were both finished a few minutes later, I cleaned up the plates. As I set to washing the dishes, I felt her come up behind me. “Beau?”

“Yeah?”

“What the hell are we supposed to do now?”

I knew it was coming, but fuck, I’d thought we could at least have a night together without the rest of the world getting in the way. I shut the water off and grabbed a towel, wiping my hands as I turned to face her, leaning against the counter. “That depends on you, Abbie.”

She was standing too far away from me, and as much I wanted to pull her into my arms, I stopped myself.

Did she still love me? Yes.

Did I still love her? Always.

Was I scared shitless of what our future would look like? Yes.

I’d rather look down the barrel of a loaded gun than think about her walking away from me again. The truth was, she wasn’t the same woman who left me six years ago, and I wasn’t the same man. Life had hardened us both, changing us in ways we could never erase. There was no going back in time with Abbie. If I wanted her, I would have to accept her for how she was. If she wanted me, she would have to accept me—and all the fucked up darkness in my soul.

“What do you mean it depends on me?” she asked.

I tossed the towel on the counter and braced my hands on either side of my hips. “I’m not the one with the successful career in the big city, beautiful,” I reminded her gently. “I don’t have a life outside of Hallow Ranch. My life is here and your life is there.”

She jerked. It was small, and if I was a stranger to her, I might have missed it. “Do you…” She trailed off, looking away from me. “Are you saying you don’t want a life with me?”

“Abbie, that’s all I’ve ever wanted,” I answered instantly, and her head snapped back to me. “You know that, but we’re not the same people anymore. We’ve grown up. We’ve discovered things about ourselves, and life has kicked us both in the ass during the last six years.”

A huffed laugh left her as she wrapped her arms around herself.

My throat bobbed before I continued, “Ten years ago, I would’ve asked you to give up your dreams for me. Hell, I was young and fucking selfish. Six years ago, I would’ve followed you anywhere if I hadn’t been foolish enough to not chase after you—”

“Beau—,” she tried, but I shook my head.

“I’m thirty-one years old, Abbie. I’ve grown up,” I told her. “I’m mature enough to know how much your career in journalism means to you, and I’m not selfish enough to ask you to give that up for me. I also know that, right now, I can’t follow you anywhere.”

“What?” she breathed.

“Planted roots in Hallow Ranch, gorgeous,” I murmured, giving her a sad half-smile. “I can’t dig them up.”

She took a deep breath, blowing it out slowly as my words settled over her.

“So, it’s gotta be you,” I said, “and I can’t make you do anything. I don’t want to make you do something you don’t want to do—hell, I didn’t think I could in the first place.”

Her lips thinned, and she looked at her feet for a moment. “And I’m not cruel enough to ask you to dig up those roots, Beau,” she returned, her voice trembling with sadness.

Slowly, I pushed off the counter, my feet carrying me to her, and in an instant, her chin was in my grip. I forced her eyes to hold mine as I admitted, “I appreciate that, Wildflower, because we both know I wouldn’t be able to say no.”

I couldn’t rip up these roots, but that didn’t mean I wouldn’t.

Her hands found my sides, her fingers gripping my shirt as her eyes scanned my face. “You’re the only man I’ve ever wanted,” she whispered.

“We don’t have to talk about this now,” I whispered back, shifting my hand to brush some of her silky hair back, tucking it behind her ear. “We can save this hard conversation after we have all the others.”

A pathetic laugh escaped her as she put her head on my shoulder, wrapping her arms around my middle. “Why can’t things ever be easy for us?”

My arms enveloped her as I looked out the window into the pines. “Denver told me once that good things are worth fighting for.”

She crumbled for me then, and I felt warm tears soaking through my shirt. “I’ve been fighting all my life, Beau. I’m so tired. I just want to be happy.”

“Know that, baby,” I cooed, rubbing her back.

“I’m only happy when I’m with you.”

I closed my eyes and cursed the Big Man upstairs.

We couldn’t even have the fucking night.

An hour later, I had her underneath me, her fingers weaved with mine, our moans and pants colliding as my body moved over hers.

“Abbie,” I grunted, pumping my hips slowly, filling her over and over.

“Beau,” she breathed, using everything she had to keep her eyes open for me.

“You ask me, I’ll do it,” I murmured, my eyes dropping to her lips. “I’ll fucking do it. I’ll give up my life for you.”

A single tear escaped her eye, rolling down her temple and into her hair that was fanned out over my pillow. She widened her legs, bringing her thighs up by my waist, letting me in deeper. Pleasure tingled at the base of my spine, my balls tightening as her walls massaged my shaft. Her body was begging for my cum, and I was fucking ready to fill her. “I’ll fucking do it for you, Wildflower,” I growled.

“I know you will, Beau,” she panted.

I picked up the pace then, slamming into her, her body pinned to the bed. “Do you love me?”

Her eyes rolled back. “Yes,” she gasped, her back arching as her climax hit her suddenly.

The sound of our bodies filled the room, and I wished I could stay here forever, in this moment, in her sweet cunt, in her confession of love. Her mouth opened as she cried out my name ,and I fell into pleasure with her, letting go of all my fears.

Even if it was only for a moment.