Boone (Wild River Ranch #2)

Chapter 7

CHAPTER 7

B oone watched his Little girl as she slept. She was so damn beautiful. Inside and out. And everyone could see it but her.

Now that he was back home, they were going to work on that. He didn’t think it would be easy, but he’d never been afraid of working hard.

The only thing that scared him to death was losing her. She better have been paying attention when he went over her rules. She’d never been to a place like Wild River Ranch. It was the safest place in the world when it came to the men and women who lived and worked here.

But as long as Nico Midnight walked the face of the earth, his Little girl wasn’t safe. He and his men knew that. Tildi didn’t. and he didn’t want her to have to think that way. Even after everything she’d been through, she managed to keep this special innocence and joy. She was a miracle as far as he was concerned.

How could she think she was weak for reacting the way she did? When he got her settled, when she was stronger in her belief in herself again, he’d be paying a visit to Darling, Tennessee and that living piece of shit she called the General. That man had never met someone he could kowtow, but he’d be meeting one soon.

But right now, he needed to focus on his girl. She’d been sleeping for almost an hour. If he let her keep sleeping, she’d never sleep that night. He wouldn’t be doing his duty as a Daddy if he let that happen. It’d be a downright shame.

With a smile that he was pretty sure his bluebell would describe as wicked, he gently pulled down the blanket that kept her warm. He’d be providing all the heat she needed soon enough.

Tucking her hair behind her ear, he pressed gentle kisses on her forehead and worked his way slowly to her soft lips. She slept with them slightly parted, which was damn convenient. He could think of several ways to thank her.

She returned his kisses before she opened her eyes. Having become addicted to her bedroom eyes when she first woke, Boone pulled back to reward himself for his patience. After all, he’d wanted to make love to her as soon as they’d gotten to his bedroom. As far as he was concerned, he should be nominated for sainthood.

Then again, who wanted to live as a saint with a delicious Little girl in their arms?

Bit by bit her eyes blinked open. He held his breath. As soon as she found his eyes, pure love shone from her lavender eyes and everything in his world centered. On her, right where it should be.

Her eyes were his favorite feature. He could lose himself in those mountain bluebell eyes. And then she gave him a sleepy, shy smile and he forgot all about her eyes. He followed the tip of her tongue as it meandered across her bottom lip, and he was done with looking.

Desire graveled his voice as he pulled her closer. “Feel better?”

She breathed a silent laugh. “I always feel better when you’re holding me, Daddy.” Her gaze traveled past him and scanned his bedroom.

He followed her gaze, taking in the room he’d claimed three years earlier when he’d left the military and trying to picture it through her eyes.

It was definitely a man’s room. He’d always loved it. It had been his parents’ room when he was younger, and it had seemed natural to make it his.

But what if Tildi didn’t like it? More than anything, he wanted her to be comfortable in their private space. She could decorate it any way she wanted. He didn’t care what the bedspread was made of or what color the walls were.

She snuggled closer and he decided he’d find out her thoughts on the decorating later. She shifted again, this time away from him. He wasn’t about to let her do that.

Reaching out, he pulled her back to him. Just to make sure she got what he had in mind for her foreseeable future, he made sure her ass lined up with his swollen cock. “What’s on your mind, Tildi?” Stone wasn’t as rigid as she became at his question. “Tell Daddy the problem so I can make it better.”

It couldn’t be that bad a problem. The only thing she’d done since they arrived was take a nap. He knew better than to press. She’d open up when she had the words.

“I want to know more about everyone.”

He tensed. “Why?” Discussing his siblings was not how he pictured spending their first private moment in days.

She gave a deep sigh. “I want them to like me. They know a lot about me. I need to know more about them so I’ll know how to act and what to say.”

“You don’t have to perform for anyone here, baby. I promise. They already like you. They’re going to love you as much as I do when they get to know you. They aren’t interviewing you for the position, and you have nothing to prove. Not to them, not to anyone. Just be you.”

“What about Ruby? I haven’t talked to her at all yet. I know she’s like a mother to all of you. I’ll bet she has all sorts of standards and expectations. She’s so important to all of you.”

“Not as important as you. And when you get to know Ruby, you’ll see that she is the last person who would ever judge anyone. Now kiss me.”

She relaxed in his arms and desire pulsed through him. He knew one thing that would take her mind off everyone else, and it was something they’d both enjoy.

He pulled her on top of him, situating her so she straddled his hips. His dick pulsed against his zipper.

Her mouth ringed into a perfect oh. She tilted forward to put her hands on his chest, rocking her hot pussy against his cock. Her lids dropped and she moaned. That was all the incentive he needed.

Threading his fingers through her hair, Boone pulled her mouth to his. Nothing in the world was more important in that moment than those luscious lips. She gasped at his sudden tug, opening for him.

Carefully so as not to hurt her, he tightened his fingers in her hair, putting just enough pressure to gain another moaned “Daddy.” She relaxed into him, giving over all control.

He nipped at her lips, teasing and tantalizing. Her hands left his chest, but only long enough to slide underneath his shirt. Her nail scraped as she slipped her hands back up his chest to grip his shoulders, sending tendrils of erotic pain straight to his cock.

He slid one hand from her hair to grip her jaw with just enough pressure that she opened wider for him. He took his kiss deeper, claiming her mouth. Nothing mattered in this moment except her. She accepted his claiming, but after three weeks of making love to her, he knew she was holding herself back. That was unacceptable.

She was still fighting the voices in her head, but that was all right. He knew how to deal with them. He captured her bottom lip between his teeth, biting a bit harder, before sucking her lip into his mouth.

Something in her shifted and she lost her handle on her control. She moaned into his mouth, and he swallowed the sound. Pulling her lip back, she nipped his in return and followed with her tongue making darting ventures into his mouth.

She was going to kill him. So soft, so fierce. So on fire, and all for him.

The zipper of his pants pressed painfully against his dick. They needed to go. He made to lift her off him to take care of that, but she tightened her grip on his hips. Her thumbs dropped to his nipples. When she brushed across them with her nails, he damn near came.

He could smell her arousal. The heat from her pussy passed through both their clothes and sank into his crotch.

Yep. His Little girl was going to kill him, but he’d die one happy Daddy. It was all he could do to keep from rolling on top of her and taking her hard.

Slow… he needed to slow down. He wanted her so frantic with need she couldn’t think of anything except him and what he was doing to her.

Once he had gained a little control, he rolled on top of her. Lining his cock up with her core, he rocked his hips and took in all the gloriousness that was his girl.

Her eyes had darkened to a deep violet. The rosy flush of arousal colored her cheeks. His kisses had left her lips swollen and a deep raspberry. Her need was glorious. She’d never been more beautiful.

“You are so fucking hot, babygirl.”

She gave a slight shake to her head and her eyes cleared. Nope. Not happening. She wasn’t listening to those damn voices right now.

He kissed her hard, deep, and wet. He didn’t stop until she was moaning her need and kissing him back with the same passion. Reaching beneath her, he gripped her ass and squeezed. She answered by wrapping her legs around his hips.

When he pulled his lips back, she tried to follow him, but he held her down with a hand to her shoulder. Her eyes were glazed with passion. Oh yeah, she wanted this just as badly as he did.

“Lift your arms.” He put every ounce of command he’d ever learned in his voice. Her eyes widened and she obeyed immediately. Running his hands along her supple skin underneath, he removed her shirt.

God she was beautiful. In the weeks since he’d rescued her, she had filled out and her skin was soft and smooth. She left her hands above her head. Darting her tongue out to wet her lips, she offered a tremulous smile. It was all he could do to fight back a primal growl.

“You wouldn’t be teasing Daddy, would you, babygirl? I’d think twice, if I were you.”

She sucked in a breath and closed her eyes when he cupped her breasts. Her nipples tickled his palms, even through the thin lacy fabric of her bra. “N-no, Daddy. I wouldn’t do that.” The breathiness of her voice was going to kill him.

“Hmm. Telling fibs is worse than teasing, little girl. That kind of behavior will get you punished.”

Releasing the clasp on the front of her bra, he drew it up her arms and used it to bind her wrists together. Her whispered gasp had his dick fighting the constraints of his zipper. If he didn’t get inside her soon, he was going to embarrass himself.

Lowering his mouth to nuzzle behind her ear, he murmured, “Let me show you what happens to naughty girls who tempt their Daddies.”

He traced the tip of his tongue along the vein pulsing in her neck. She cried out, using her thighs to grind her mound against the bulge of his shaft. “Oh! Daddy. Oh, god. Please.”

The natural taste of her skin drove him higher as his cock screamed with need. But his cock was going to have to wait. He raked his teeth across her neck and bit softly. She yelped in surprise.

He soothed the bite with his tongue. “Please, what, babygirl?”

A shiver danced across her body. “I… I don’t… I can’t think when you do that.”

He chuckled against her neck, causing another shiver to skitter across her skin to pebble her nipples harder. He should do something about that.

Taking his time, he ran his eyes across her gorgeous breasts. They were his favorite size, perfect for his hands with rosy pink nipples and the taste of sugar and sin. Nothing was more important in that moment than tasting them. He pressed his lips to one tight bud and almost lost the smattering of control he had left when she moaned and arched to press further into his mouth.

His babygirl was needy. Well, he was nothing if not a giving Daddy. He tightened his lips and sucked her nipple deeper into his mouth, teasing it with swirls of his tongue.

He wanted his hand on her pussy to feel how excited she was, but her pants were blocking his access. That would not do.

Since her hands were still bound above her head, he made quick work of stripping her of the rest of her clothes. Kneeling beside her, he shucked off his shirt as well.

When he bent to press a line of kisses down the center of her abdomen, she stopped him. “No, Daddy. That’s not fair. You have to take your pants off, too.” She pouted as her dark gaze raked his body.

He felt like the Grinch, only it wasn’t his heart that grew three sizes at the carnal expression on Tildi’s face.

“You know I say yes as often as I can.” He made quick work of unbuckling his belt and kicking his pants across the room. After removing his socks, he stroked her inner thigh, relishing the whimper his light touch evoked.

“Daddy, I want… I… I need…”

His poor babygirl. If he were a softer man, he’d take pity on her and give her what she so obviously desired. But there was nothing soft about him. Especially right now.

“Daddy! You’re being mean. I said please.”

“I am? That doesn’t sound like me.” That grumpy face was adorable. She wasn’t wrong. He was being mean, but he’d make it up to her soon.

She did her best to stomp her foot on the mattress. “Boone, I?—”

Um, that wasn’t going to fly. “Who am I?”

She pressed her thighs together to try and solve her dilemma on her own. Boone moved to lay between her legs. “Daddy!”

“That’s better. Now what can I do for you?” His face was close to her mound, so he lowered his chin so his breath would brush her swollen clit. He really was a sadistic bastard.

She tried to press her slick pussy to his mouth, but her hands kept her in place. “Daddy,” she whined. “If you don’t do something soon, I’m gonna die.”

“Well, we can’t have that, can we?”

Without warning her, he drew his tongue along her glistening slit from her core to her clit. She screamed her pleasure, and he smiled. He’d take that as an acceptable response. “What do you want me to do to you, babygirl?”

Tildi froze. Uncertainty painted her face. “I don’t... I mean... I want whatever you want, Daddy.”

“That’s good. What I want is for you to tell me what you want me to do to you.”

Her every uncontrolled gyration and needy whimper told him exactly what she wanted, but that wasn’t the issue. This part of their lives couldn’t be all about him and what he wanted. She wouldn’t be satisfied with that for any length of time. Neither would he.

Her breathing changed. It was headed in a direction he didn’t want to take, but he could fix that. Before she could react, he landed a sharp smack to her inner thigh. She squealed and tried to force her legs together.

Lifting her head, she glared at him. “Daddy! That hurt.”

A pale pink handprint bloomed on her pale skin. “That isn’t what you wanted?”

“No, it’s not what I wanted. Why would I want that?”

He landed an equally sharp smack to her other thigh. “Is that how you talk to me?”

“No. Ow!” She screeched as another slap cracked across her thigh. “Sorry, Daddy.”

He tempered the force of each swat but continued to pepper her inner thighs. She grew wetter with each spank. “Thank you, babygirl. But if this isn’t what you wanted, tell me what you want instead. Now."

She lasted five more smacks before she broke. “Your mouth on me, Daddy. I want you to please put your mouth on me.”

They’d work on making more specific requests later. Right now, his girl deserved a reward. “I thought you’d never ask.” Thank heavens she gave in when she did. Watching her slit grow slicker was torture. He’d been on the verge of caving.

He ran his tongue along her slit, gathering up all her juices. She tasted so damn good he could do this all day. Sweet and tangy. And all his. He hummed his appreciation when he sucked her clit into his mouth.

She writhed against him, doing everything she could to grind against his face.

“See how good it feels when you tell Daddy what you want?” She agreed by gripping his head with her warm thighs. She was so damn responsive.

As she tugged at the binding around her wrists, her whimpering turned to begging. That was his cue to slide his finger into her channel and stroke the spot that drove her wild.

She bucked her hips and when he slid another finger inside her, her eyes fluttered shut. He moved back to her clit and circled it with his tongue, giving just enough pressure to push her over the edge.

Her back arched, and she screamed as her orgasm washed over her. He did everything he could to increase her pleasure and make the waves rippling around his fingers last.

When she stilled, panting and gasping for breath, he slid his fingers out of her. They glistened with her juices. With her watching, he sucked them into his mouth and licked them clean.

He released her arms, and she immediately grabbed his ass and squeezed. Fire licked over his balls and up his spine. He needed to be inside her. Now.

Fisting the sheet on the sides of her head, he stared down at her. “I don’t have it in me to be gentle, babygirl.”

She circled his hips with her leg and pulled him closer. “I don’t remember asking for gentle.”

That was all he needed to hear. He surged forward and embedded himself in her. She crossed her ankles behind his butt and rocked her hips up to meet him.

She was so tight he almost forgot how to breathe. Her heat enveloped his dick like a glove. “You’re perfect.”

He felt her jolt of surprise. She wasn’t used to hearing the truth about who she was, but he’d fix that over time. Right now he couldn’t think of anything but burying himself in her. He gripped one of her thighs, pulling it wider and higher. Pulling back, he plunged back in even deeper than before.

She cried out in pleasure, meeting him thrust for thrust. He pounded into her harder and faster, until all that existed was the two of them. Her thighs tightened around him, and she sucked in a breath. Shifting the angle of his hips, he ground against her clit and watched her explode. Her pussy walls gripped his dick so tight he saw stars.

That was all it took to push him over the edge. Wave after wave of white hot pleasure crashed through him as he bellowed his release.

It took him some time to recover, but once he had, he led his girl to the shower. Taking his time, he washed her hair and cleaned every inch of her body. Twice. Then he took care of himself.

Once he’d gotten her out and dried them both off, Boone helped Tildi dress. The third time she changed her outfit, he grabbed the brown fleece romper and matching shirt Kenzie had bought for her as a welcome to the family present. It had a giant turkey face on the front and tail feathers arcing across her backside. She was the cutest damn thing he’d ever seen.

Once he was dressed, he showed his girl around their suite. Each of the siblings had what amounted to their own apartment in the main lodge. It made it easy to stay connected and to tend to guests during tourist season.

Tildi followed him through his space without a word. Did she like it? Did she hate it? As long as he was sharing it with her, she could make any changes she wanted. When he’d shown her everything and she still hadn’t uttered a sound, he gave up. “So? What do you think about our suite?”

“Are you kidding? I think it’s amazing. I can’t believe the view of the mountains from the window. And I’ve always wanted a bedroom with a fireplace. Of course, I didn’t know you could get them so big they could burn a whole tree at a time.”

It was true. The Lodge wasn’t your typical cabin in the woods. Then again, Wild River Ranch wasn’t your typical ranch, either.

“Yep. We have everything we need to stay holed up here for as long as we want. One thing we’ve got here in Wyoming is plenty of space. But, apart from the size, what do you think?”

He hadn’t realized how much he wanted her to love his home until she walked through the front door. It was where he’d grown up and where he wanted his kids to grow up one day.

She grinned. “I love it! I just got here, but it feels more like home than the house I grew up in already. Do you think we could—um, never mind.”

“Do I think we could what, bluebell?” Knowing his girl, it could be anything from building a fire to scaling the highest peak in the Rockies.

She snagged her bottom lip with her teeth. “Well, after I’ve figured out what I can do to help and everyone knows me better, do you think maybe we could contact my sister and see if she might want to come visit?”

It was the first time she’d mentioned her sister, but he didn’t like the way she phrased her question. “No, Tildi. You?—”

“That’s okay. I get it.” Jesus. She’d flinched as if he’d struck her. “I don’t want to put anyone out. I shouldn’t ask for anything after all you’ve already done. I totally understand. Really, I—mph!”

He cut her off with a hand over her mouth and did his best to control his temper by reminding himself she’d never experienced a real family. “You interrupted me, little girl. That will earn you a hot bottom next time.”

Eyes wide, she nodded. He didn’t move his hand. “The reason I said no wasn’t because your sister can’t come visit. I’d love to meet her whenever you’re ready. You don’t have to earn the privilege of having her visit. You don’t earn family, babygirl. You are family. This is your home now. That means you can invite anyone you want to visit. I take that back. Not sure I want the General here. At least, not until he and I have had a conversation.” One in which his fists would be doing most of the talking.

She placed her hand on his and pulled it away from her mouth, all the while shaking her head. “You don’t have to have a conversation with him for me, Daddy. I don’t want him to come here.”

“No, Daddy. If this is going to be my home, I don’t ever want the General here. Not ever.”

That sounded good to Boone. “I’m glad we’re on the same page, babygirl. Now let’s go eat, then Kenzie can give us that grand tour.”