Slade
I stood in the cabin on the Wild Vista Ranch, the cool air hitting my damp skin, a white towel hitched low on my hips.
Through the open window, I could hear the crunch of boots on the gravel path and the sound of my soon-to-be-wife’s voice.
“I stepped in it again, Paige,” Jamie was saying, a smile obvious in her tone. “I’m looking at it. It’s on my boot. My pretty pink boots.”
I didn’t have to hear the conversation to know what Paige was telling her. That what was on her boot wasn’t manure, just good old-fashioned Texas dirt.
I leaned against the wall near the door, a grin spreading across my face. I couldn’t wait to convince her, once again, why she loved Texas. And me.
We were waiting for the final construction to be completed on our brand new house on the forty acres we’d bought from Carl and Lucinda.
During the last year, we’d lived at her apartment or here on the ranch.
In the exact cabin where she’d made that fateful wrong turn a year ago, right down to the loose screw on the brass number nine that made it look exactly like a six.
She said goodbye to her best friend and tried the door handle. It was unlocked. The door swing open, and she stepped inside. I had placed candles around the room and rose petals on the bed.
I wanted history to repeat itself, but with an upgrade. She stepped inside, her eyes adjusting to the dim lighting. When she saw me, she smiled, her gaze dropping instantly to the towel, then sweeping up over my chest before finally meeting my gaze.
“You’re in the wrong cabin, City Girl.”
“I was looking for a cowboy. Do you know where I could find one?”
“Maybe. Why do you need a cowboy? You want to learn how to ride a horse, or maybe you need one with more specialized skills?”
“Oh, I need one with very specialized skills.
“Really?” I walked toward her, letting her look her fill. I didn’t stop until I had her backed against the door, my hands above her head, pinning her against it. “And what might those skills be?”
“I need a cowboy…” She bit her lip, her hands coming out to slide across my chest. Her thumbs brushed across my nipples, making me bite back a groan. She knew how that affected me.
I leaned down and licked the side of her neck, reminding her what my tongue felt like against her body. “You need a cowboy to do what, exactly?”
“Rub my clit.”
I didn’t waste time. I captured her mouth as I kicked her legs apart. She was wearing a pink dress with her pink boots. I slid one hand up the side of her leg, traveling to the spot she needed me most. I didn’t find silk or satin. I found soft, wet, feminine flesh.
“You naughty little librarian,” I whispered against her lips. “No panties. And you’re fucking soaked.” I started rubbing her clit.
It didn’t take long before she was moaning and arching into my touch. “Did you think about this while you were driving, darlin’ About finding a cowboy who could satisfy you?
“Harder, Slade. Make me come.”
And I did, just by rubbing her clit.
I didn’t let her come down from that. I swept her up into my arms. As I carried her to the bed, she untucked the towel, letting it drop to the floor.
She was still wearing her dress and her boots when I laid her on the bed, I wasted no time parting her legs and burying my face in her damp heat.
My tongue found her center with a hunger that hadn’t faded for a single second since the day she’d walked into my life.
Her juices coated my lips, her fingers pulling my hair as she tried to bring me closer.
In minutes she was right on the edge of a second orgasm, her hips arching off the mattress in a desperate search for release.
I pulled my mouth away, and felt her whole body shudder with the loss.
“Slade,” she choked out, her voice a jagged edge of need. “Please.”
“You can’t come yet, Jamie. Not until I say so.”
“Slade... that’s not fair.”
“Who said I was being fair, darlin’?” I pushed her dress up, pinching one of her nipples. “Just concentrate on something else. The Dewey Decimal System.”
She let out a frustrated, broken moan, her head tossing back and forth against the pillows. “We don’t... we don’t even use the Dewey Decimal System anymore, Slade. Let me come. God, please, let me come.”
“No.” I gave her pussy a sharp little tap with the hand. “Concentrate on horses. Think about Buttercup.”
“Do you want to kill the mood?” she panted.
I laughed. “It’ll be worth it, baby. I promise.”
I leaned back in, my tongue finding her again, circling that sensitive nub with a slow, agonizing deliberation. “I want you to think about my cock inside you. Hard and thick. I want you to imagine me driving into you, over and over, until you can’t see straight.”
Without warning, I thrust wo fingers deep inside her, filling her tight, slick heat. She fisted her hands in the sheet, and dug her still booted heels into the mattress. With my mouth and fingers, I took her the edge yet again.
By the time I moved up her body, lining myself up with her wet center, she was sobbing with need.
I buried my entire length inside her with one powerful thrust. She cried out, her nails biting into my shoulders as I filled her to the brim.
“I want to come inside you, Jamie.” Sweat was dripping from my chest on her breasts as I set a relentless, pounding pace. “I want to give you a baby.”
Her pussy clenched around me. “You like that idea, don’t you, Jamie, me giving you a baby?” I demanded, driving into her so deep she couldn’t do anything but hold on.
“Yes, Slade,” she gasped, wrapping her long legs around my waist, those booted heels digging into my lower back. “I want you to breed me.”
I felt the pressure build in my balls, a white-hot wave of release that I couldn’t hold back. I drove into her one last time, pinning her to the bed as I spilled my seed deep inside her, my whole body shaking with the force of it.
Later, as the shadows lengthened across the cabin floor, I lay with her tucked into my side, my chin resting on the top of her head.
I’d finally undressed her, pulling off her dress and those boots.
I’d have to send Paige yet another thank-you card for talking her into buying them.
I might just have put them on the shelf with my other trophies.
“So, was that just like one of your cowboy books, darlin’?” A well-satisfied smirk tugging at the corner of my mouth.
Jamie grinned up at me, her hair a damp, wild mess. “No,” she whispered, tracing the silver scar on my chest. “That was from one about a mountain man. Who just happened to be a retired cowboy champ hiding from the world.”
I caught her hand, my thumb brushing over the sparkling diamond ring on her left finger. We planned on getting married at Christmas, right here on the Wild Vista Ranch. She didn’t look a damn thing like the prim-and-proper librarian who had walked into my life one year ago.
“I’m not hiding anymore.” My voice was steady and real. “I don’t need to. I’ve got everything I need right here.”
There’s more fun and romance waiting, just for you, at the Wild Vista Ranch this summer.
And Coming This Holiday Season...
Paige is the ultimate best friend—bossy, bold, and better at managing other people’s lives than her own. She’s the one who pushed Jamie into the arms of a world-champion cowboy, and now she’s back at Wild Vista Ranch at Christmas to watch them tie the knot.
But when the wedding bells stop ringing, Paige realizes she isn’t ready to go back to her empty city apartment. For the first time in her life, the woman with all the answers has a question: Who is Paige when she isn’t being the best friend?
Between a stubborn ranch hand who isn't impressed by her city attitude and a heavy dose of holiday magic, Paige is about to find out that sometimes the person who needs the most fixing is the one holding the mistletoe.