Chapter 7 Ford
SEVEN
FORD
All night, Olivia has been fluttering between intense nerves, tense silence, and talking to me like we’re still strangers getting to know one another.
The last part is partially true, since we are. But by now, I’d think we were past the awkward questions phase.
At least now, I know more about the relationship she has with her sister.
There’s nothing tying Olivia to Texas, which is why she’s considering the move to Colorado to be closer to her, especially now that her sister is pregnant again.
I can’t help but admire their relationship, and it makes me consider what that might look like for me.
Tucker is already considering a move to that area. We aren’t that close, but we could be if we were in the same place. Maybe he could even get me a job at that ranch.
Somehow, we manage to fill the awkward moments with talk of other things.
Her favourite band, Four Frozen Hearts, being mine; the instant flare of rightness that’d appeared between us when we got to talk about it.
How it turns out we’d been at the same concert almost three years ago, just at different parts of the pit.
There’s also the fact we went to the same rodeo and without knowing it, she’d watched me ride. This was after our night together, and I could tell realising it dampened the mood.
I don’t know what it is about that expression, that sadness, that gives me hope that this can work.
Taking her hand, I guide her out into the parking lot by the Lodge. “Let’s take a drive,” I offer, glancing down at her. “Unless you’ve made your decision?”
Olivia chews her bottom lip, hand straying to her purse, and shakes her head. “No, actually. There’s more I want to talk about,” she murmurs, voice tight with tension. “Maybe we could go up to the pavilion? Or to the clearing again?”
I nod once, not questioning her. Wild Vista Ranch is quiet tonight, most of the activity being reserved for the Shed or the Saloon.
There’re parties and other events going on, but they’re easy to ignore out here.
We pass the cabins and tents quietly, Olivia not offering anything up, and me not able to make my mouth move to ask her if this is it.
The stress isn’t doing anything good for my heart, that’s for sure.
I pull into the same lot from this morning and kill the engine. There’s a group already at the pavilion and people enjoying the night, swimming in the lake.
“Come on,” I murmur, getting out. “Let’s go to the clearing.”
Olivia doesn’t allow me to help her out, which feels like a knife to the chest. Grabbing a blanket from the back of the truck, I meet her by the hood. When I offer my hand, she takes it, making me sigh.
There’s still a chance, I think as we make our way onto the trail.
We walk in silence until Olivia breaks it. “Thank you for being so…understanding,” she says, stepping in closer. “I really appreciate it.”
“You never have to thank me, darlin’,” I murmur, breathing in the citrus of her perfume. “I’ll wait however long you need me to.”
She looks up at me as we reach the clearing, her eyes wide yet full of so much emotion, I can’t read them.
It hits me with a deep, crushing need, so powerful I can’t ignore it. Gently, I swipe my lips against hers, tasting her wine from dinner on her mouth, the sweet lemon from the cake we’d shared at dessert. It makes the hunger for her worse. Makes me need more.
Olivia sucks in a breath, only pulling back slightly to look at me. “Ford…”
“Yes?” I step closer, dropping the blanket. As I do, her purse falls with it, her hands moving to my chest. I wait for her to push me away, but instead her fingers curl in the fabric of my button-down.
For a moment, she hesitates, lips pursed. I watch the emotions dance across her features until resolve settles in her eyes. “Kiss me.”
I claim her completely, sliding my tongue between her teeth and tasting every inch of her.
Slowly, I back her into a tree, her body flush against mine igniting something deep within me.
Something I haven’t felt since being with her.
A hunger that hasn’t reared its head in months roars to life, and nothing but her will sate it.
My cock hardens in my jeans painfully, like it’s fully aware the only woman we’ll ever want—the only one we’ll ever have again—is right here and within reach. I’ve imagined a thousand times what this might feel like again, and nothing compares to the reality.
Olivia makes a small sound in the back of her throat as she slides her arms around my shoulders.
My hands skim the length of her body, down her hips until I feel the hem of her dress and the soft, smooth skin of her thighs.
Without thinking, I hoist her up until we’re the same height, enjoying the way her legs wrap around me far too much.
In one movement, Olivia pulls my cap from my head and tosses it so she can run her fingers through my hair. I have to bite down on a groan with how damned good it feels. Her nails scrape my scalp in a way that has my cock twitching and hardening even more.
But when she starts grinding against me? That’s when I know I’m going to fucking explode.
All my thoughts are clouded by her. By this need to have her again and only her.
With her legs locked around my waist, I release one of her hips to fumble with my jeans. We don’t break our kiss, not even for air. It’s like we’ve both been starving, and the only answer to that hunger is each other.
I manage to free my cock, already weeping with the need to have her. Brushing my fingers against her panties, I feel how damp they already are. The touch has Olivia pulling back with a gasp and bucking. “Ford!”
I trail kisses down her throat with a groan. “Say yes.”
“What?” She arches into me, pressing her pelvis into my hand and throbbing cock.
I bite down on another groan as I offer her some relief by pressing my thumb into her clit. She makes a small, whimpering sound that goes straight to my dick. “Let me offer you relief,” I murmur into her throat. “Fuck, let me have you.”
I circle her clit, applying more pressure, which has her bearing down on my hand. “Yes!” she gasps. “God, Ford. Yes.”
If it weren’t for the fact my cock was currently so hard it hurt and I was ready to burst, I might have smiled. Instead, I pull her panties to the side and with some manoeuvring, I line myself up with her entrance.
“God, you feel amazing, darlin’,” I murmur, swiping myself through her arousal. “I’m going to make you feel good, okay?”
Olivia drops her head against the tree. “Then fuck me, Ford.”
This time, I chuckle as I inch into her.
She’s exactly as I remember her; feisty when she talks yet sweet when she comes.
Olivia is just as tight and heavenly as she was before, only this time when her eyes meet mine and I’m fully sheathed inside her, the feeling that crashes into me isn’t just drunken lust.
It’s love.
Fuck.
I love my accidental wife.
I’ve been in love with her from the start.
Olivia bites down on her bottom lip as I pull out. I don’t slam into her; I don’t fuck her hard or fast. I might have once, but not now.
I take each thrust slowly, learning every inch of her, watching the little expressions, listening to every whimper.
When I reapply pressure to her clit, she chokes on a breath and her lashes flutter.
Despite being pressed against a tree, she finds a way to meet my thrusts with little rocks of her hips that sends me crazy.
“I’m. So. Close,” she whimpers, fingers tightening on my shoulders. “Oh, God, Ford. Please. I need to come.”
My cock twitches and swells in warning. “Almost, darlin’. You’re doing so well,” I grunt, shifting her a little higher so I can piston harder into her, each thrust a little more desperate than the last.
I circle her clit and tweak it between my thumb and pointer, making her cry out.
Olivia’s pussy clamps hard around me, walls fluttering, body tensing. “Ford!”
Everything comes to an end with an explosion. She slumps in my arms as I fuck her through her orgasm and into my own, coming hard. Our release mingles as our harsh breaths fill the air. I swear I can hear our thundering heart beats matching one another’s tempos.
I drop my forehead to hers. “You okay, darlin’?”
Olivia shudders with a small laugh. “Are you?”
Our eyes meet, and I can still see some of that hesitation playing in the depths. “I’m always okay. Even better now with you. But I’m not worried about me.”
Her lashes flutter as she releases a breath. “Ford…”
“Don’t make me beg,” I murmur as I pull out of her. “Don’t make me get on my knees. I will, Olivia. For you, I’ll do anything. Even embarrass myself to get you to talk to me.”
Olivia cups my cheek gently, eyes dark. “I’m okay,” she whispers, sounding more resolute than before. “Really, Ford. You just…you keep finding ways to surprise me, is all.”
A small smile curls my lips. “I’m not done with you yet.”
Her brows furrow in confusion, then widen when I push two fingers inside her. A moan passes her swollen lips, and her head falls back to hit the tree as I curl the digits inside her.
“I love the little sounds you make,” I murmur, pulling out, glancing down at our mixed release coating me. “I sure as hell want to hear them all.” I lift my hand between us, catching her eye. “Open those pretty lips and taste us.”
Those dark eyes widen a fraction, but Olivia does what I say and parts her lips.
Fuck, I can’t help but wonder what it would feel like to have them wrapped around me.
I touch her plump bottom lip, but she takes me in her mouth without a word, moaning around my fingers as she sucks our cum clean off them. Her eyes flutter close, tongue lapping at my middle finger first, then pointer, each one thoroughly clean when she releases me.
“Fuck,” I whisper. “That was a lot hotter than I expected, darlin’.”
A pink tinge colours her cheeks. “And I didn’t expect to like it as much as I did.”
I finally release her legs so she can stand on her own, but I keep her pushed against the tree. “You did?”
Something flashes in her eyes, then her hand clamps around my wet cock. “Maybe.”
I hiss, stiffening as she strokes me from base to tip. “Darlin’…” I warn, voice hard.
Olivia hums under her breath, tightening her grip. “Yes?”
“I am not a man in control of myself right now. You keep toying with me, and I’m going to ruin that pretty dress of yours.”
She chuckles, breathy and low, as she drops to her knees. The first swipe of her tongue has me slamming my hands into the tree to keep from buckling.
The second has me seeing stars.