Chapter 34 #2
The fabric of her dress bunches up around her hips as she scoots forward on my lap. And when her palms run along my chest as her pussy rubs against the underside of my dick, I let out a hiss.
With one hand resting on her hip, I reach up and take her hat off, setting it upside down on the table.
The breeze catches in her hair, and I do my best to swipe it out of her face, letting the pad of my thumb brush along her cheekbone in the process.
“I don’t think I’ll ever get over how beautiful you are. ”
Her hips rock softly against me, but the look in her eyes turns tender. “I don’t think I’ll ever get over how much I love you,” she admits.
Her fingers trace the line of my chest through my shirt, slow and thoughtful.
“How protective you are of the people you care about. Or the way you’d do whatever it takes to make sure we’re okay.
” Her voice softens even more. “For a woman who spent most of her life wondering if I would be strong enough to make it, I know I don’t have to worry anymore.
Because even on the days where it might all feel impossible, I know you’re strong enough for the both of us. ”
Strong.
Physically, I always knew I was strong. I knew I had what it took to do the things other people were afraid to do.
To ride bulls. To be a cowboy. To be a part of a place that’s not afraid to take everything and give nothing back.
But the strength I was never sure about…
was the kind that lives inside a man. The kind it takes to be more than my past. To move forward instead of letting it drag me under.
To become the man I want to be at my very core.
A man who loves.
A man who feels without fear.
A man whose strength is about more than what you can see on the outside.
And I think it’s because of her that I finally realized I am. Every fear I carried. Every scar. Every moment that tried to break me apart has all shaped me into the man I am now. A man who’s strong.
She has made me strong.
And there will never be a day when I don’t fight tooth and nail to be that for her. For our baby. For our family.
I can feel the strange feeling of tears stinging at the back of my eyes, as Abigail does her best to stand on her toes. She wraps her hand around the base of my cock and slowly sinks down onto it.
And I don’t know why, but something about the feeling of being buried inside her, out here in the middle of this field beneath the willow tree, combined with the words she just said to me, is enough for one to fall down my cheek.
As she fully seats herself on top of me, she leans forward and catches the tear with a kiss before it reaches the stubble along my jaw.
She doesn’t rush. Instead, she presses another kiss there.
Then another. Then a third, moving slowly along my jawline.
And when her lips brush against me, she whispers, “I was always meant to love you, Jas.”
My hands slide into her hair, threading through the strands as I gently guide her face back in front of mine. I keep her close, our foreheads nearly touching, our breaths mingling in the warm air as she begins riding me.
Just minutes ago, I wanted to ravage her. To chase that wild, reckless hunger she pulls out of me so easily. But now I just want this.
I want her to take what she needs. To use me to bring her pleasure.
Because she’s undone me completely. Out here, in the middle of our ranch, with the wind tugging softly through her hair and the sun warming the curve of her cheeks, she’s stripped me bare in every way that matters.
She sees every rough edge and instead of trying to smooth them out, she just… loves me anyway.
It’s simple, really.
And that’s why, when I die, I know that—whatever is after this life—this is where I’ll find her.
“Jas,” she gasps as the walls of her pussy start to tighten around me.
Her fingers grip at my pecs as she rubs her clit harder against my pubic bone, and I can feel the familiar tingle racing up my spine. “Red.”
I don’t think either of us speaks another word.
Not when the way we’re looking at one another is saying enough.
And only when she shatters around me, when her mouth opens on a silent moan, do I let myself fall apart for her.
I don’t know how long the two of us sit there like that, with her on my lap, the evidence of what we’d just done between her legs, but we only pull apart when the familiar sound of Lucy’s bark sounds as she crests the hill.
And when I look over, I find Beau atop Duke—a wide smile spread across his face—with Lucy next to him.
“Hey, Baby,” Abigail calls.
“Hiya, Darlin’. Havin’ fun?”
She beams. “We are. Thank you for the lunch.”
He waves her off. “Nah. Was Jasper’s idea. We were just the hired help.”
“Thank you for lunch,” she says softly before giving me one last kiss.
“You’re very welcome.”
“Anyway,” Beau says loudly, and I groan. “Just wanted to let you know we were back.”
“Obviously.” I look at him deadpan, and the asshole just laughs.
“I hate to break up what looks like a fun time, but Law and I need your help with some of the new calves.”
I groan dramatically. “Alright. Be right there. But you guys are cleaning up later.”
He barks out a laugh. “Whatever you say.” Pulling the reins, he turns Duke back toward the barn. “See you in a bit. Love ya, Darlin’.”
“Love you,” she calls after him.
Now that she knows where her favorite person is, Lucy stays put—clearly not wanting to leave until Abbie does.
She climbs off of me, and I grab one of the unused napkins from the table and do my best to clean both of us off, before righting her dress, standing, and doing up my jeans. Bending over, I pick her panties up and stuff them in my back pocket.
She raises a brow. “Can I have those back?”
I shake my head. “Nah.”
“And why not?” She crosses her arms, and even beneath her loose dress, I can make out the swell of her full breasts.
Leaning forward, I brush my lips against hers and whisper, “Don’t really think I’m done with you today, anyway.”
Her cheeks turn pink, but she laughs softly as she uncrosses her arms.
Before we go anywhere, I crouch down in front of her and slide her socks and boots back onto her feet, kissing the inside of her calf before I slide each boot into place. She watches me with that soft look in her eyes, undoing me all over again.
Then, I grab our hats from the table, settling hers back over her messy red hair before putting mine on backwards.
Only then do I take her hand, and together we start walking back across the pasture with Lucy racing ahead of us, doing her best to herd us like she does the cattle.
We laugh as we follow her toward home.
Our home.
I think it’s about time we made it official.
In more ways than one.