Chapter Twenty-Six
Mags
“But—”
“Baby,” I cut her off, pulling her into my shower, the water raining down on both of us now. She put her hands to my chest, gazing up at me.
“I just think we need to talk about it,” she argued.
“We do, but not now.”
“Mags—”
“—you’re leaving,” I clipped, my hands dropping to her waist, yanking her against me, my cock hard. “You’re fuckin’ leaving in about two hours. and I haven’t had you to myself all damn day.”
Her mouth closed, knowing I was right.
Last night, Grayson and Carrie left close to midnight, and after making love, we both fell asleep, only to be woken up by the entire population of this damn ranch banging on my front door at eight this morning with breakfast.
They were checking on her—on us. The girls, as always, were being nosy, Abbie the worst of the three. She was an investigative journalist, after all. It was in her damn nature to be nosy. Valerie was nosy because Diana was her closest friend, and Harmony? She was just observant, she and I sharing a connection of deeply rooted trauma. She was just looking out for Diana and me.
As for the idiot cowboys, they just wanted to give me shit, and if it wasn’t for Jigs ordering everyone to head back home at three in the afternoon, the twins might’ve been dead on my front porch.
Of course, all this took place after Grayson and Carrie showed back up. They’d spent the night in town and were heading back to Astoria soon. We talked, we ate, we laughed, and Diana, being the amazing woman she was, soaked it all in, savoring every second. She’d hit it off with Carrie like I knew she would.
“Mags, I’ll be back soon,” my firefly whispered, pressing a kissed to my chest. “If I wasn’t already on the schedule, if students weren’t signed up, I would cancel the semester.”
“No. Hell no,” I growled, backing her into the shower wall. “You do not, under any fuckin’ circumstance, change your career for me. You love teaching that class.”
“Yeah, but I’ve also loved you for over ten years, and I finally have you,” she countered, wrapping her arms around my neck.
“Love that, beautiful. Love you, but no. You will not be canceling anything on my account,” I told her, dropping my hands to her delicious ass and lifting her. She gasped, instantly wrapping her legs around my waist, the tip of my cock, my piercing rubbing against her clit. “I’m a cowboy, Diana. I’ll always be a cowboy. I’m not leaving Hallow Ranch, but that doesn’t mean I don’t want to watch you take on the world.”
A moan left her, her hips moving now, her pussy desperate.
“Look at me,” I commanded. “Give me those eyes.”
My world was filled with hazel then, and I reached down between us, lining up my cock with her heaven.
“You.” I pushed in an inch.
“Will.” Another inch.
“Not.” Another inch followed by a breathless moan from her.
“Cancel.” I slammed the rest of the way in.
“Babe,” she rasped, her fingers sliding up into my hair, her nails scraping against my scalp as I began pumping into her.
But fuck, I loved her calling me that. I felt it from my heart all the way to my cock.
“You going to be a good girl and continue to show the world how amazing you are?” I asked, my mouth going to her neck, her pussy taking all of me.
“Yes!”
“And you’re always going to come right back home, right back to me, correct?” My teeth grazed her sensitive skin, my mouth watering as the sounds of our bodies bounced off the bathroom walls.
“Yes, Mags,” she breathed out, her thighs shaking.
I slammed all the way in, holding myself there, my balls against her as I dragged my lips to her ear. “You do your thing, and you come home to your cowboy. Always and fuckin’ forever.”
“Always and forever,” she confirmed, twisting her neck, her mouth colliding with mine. Her tongue pressed against mine, both of us starved for one another. It would never be enough.
Fuck.
Fucking. Fuck.
I pulled out, set her on her feet, still ravaging her mouth as my hands went into her hair, holding her in place. “Keep kissing me like that, I’ll make you choke on my cock,” I warned.
Her eyes snapped open, and she brought her hand down, wrapping her fingers around my length. “Please, Mags,” she begged.
Suddenly, I had one hand on her throat, the other between her legs, two fingers entering her. “Told you if you said those two words, I’d give you anything you want,” I bit off, pumping my hand as she jacked my cock.
My firefly—fuck me, her eyes flashed with hunger as she nodded in my hold.
“Tell me what you want,” I challenged through my teeth.
A sweet, melody of a whimper filling my ears before she murmured sweetly, “I want to choke on your cock, cowboy.” My eyes fell to her lips, watching as she begged. “Please, Mags, let me taste it.”
My balls tightened, and I ordered, “Drop.”
Slowly, the woman of my dreams, the love of my life, got down on her knees in front of me, water trailing down her beautiful face, falling onto her stunning tits before tracing over her curves. Her hair stuck to her skin, her cheeks were flush, lips parted, eyes pleading.
“Swear to Christ, your beauty and the chance to get even just a glimpse of it was the only thing that kept me going some days,” I murmured, stroking her jaw and the column of her throat as I fisted my cock with the other. My hand shifted, moving to cup the back of her head, my fingers gripping her hair, holding her in place. “I’m in control, you hear me?”
She nodded, licking her hips, her eyes on the silver ball and my pre-cum on the head of my cock.
“Open,” I commanded. “Tongue out, hands on your thighs.”
“But I want to touch you,” she said softly.
I tipped her head back further and bent down, getting in her face. “You’ll do as I say, or my handprints will be on your ass.”
“Yes,” she breathed.
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, sir.”
I rose back up, a primal satisfaction humming inside my chest as she placed her hands on her thighs and opened her pretty mouth, tongue out, waiting. Holding her in place, I put the tip of my cock on her tongue, the warmth of it making me want to roll my eyes back. “So damn beautiful,” I murmured, stroking my shaft. “Know you’re going to be absolutely devastating with my cock fuckin’ that little throat.”
She moaned, her eyes closing for a moment.
“You’re going to taking every inch, aren’t you?” I taunted, ticking my head to the side.
She nodded, and then I began to move my hips, slowly shoving my length into her mouth, her tongue shifting back to make room. “Atta girl, Firefly,” I growled, going in deeper, inch after inch, savoring her sounds, the feel over her wet mouth around my shaft, the tip of my cock hitting the back of her throat. I stopped, holding her head steady as she gagged around me.
My head fell back, a groan climbing up my throat as I stretched hers. “Breathe through your nose, baby. Relax.”
After a moment, I felt her throat loosen, and I tipped my head down, finding tears in her eyes, her mouth stuffed, nostrils flared. Jaw tight, I pulled out slowly. I didn’t give her a chance to suck in any air before I slammed back into her mouth, fucking her face at a steady pace. “Such a pretty little mess,” I praised roughly, catching her tears as they fell from her eyes, the water hitting my back, my hips flexing.
Her hands curled, her nails digging into her own thighs as she stared up at me. “My beautiful woman, taking all of me.” She moaned, my balls slapping against her chin. “That’s it,” I growled, my free hand going to the front of her neck, feeling my cock there. “Jesus, fuck. Yeah. Fuck, yeah, Diana.”
White spots started dotting my vision.
I didn’t want my cum in her mouth.
I wanted it in her cunt.
Without warning, I pulled out, guided her to feet, spun her around, and shoved her against the tiles. “Arch,” I barked, my hand on the back of her neck, the other dropping down to her hip.
“Mags,” she rasped.
“Want to fill that cunt before you have to leave me.”
She arched, giving me her perfect ass, and I slammed into her violently, already seeing my cum leaking from her in my mind. “Fuck. Fucking fuck,” I cursed, pressing my lips to the back of her head, my hips pounding against her ass. Powerful slaps of skin filled the bathroom, mixing in with her sweet moans and breathless pleas.
“Babe,” she gasped, bracing her hands on the wall.
“Take it,” I clipped. “Take me, Diana.”
“Yes!”
I was on the edge, ready to fall. My next words were guttural. “All of me.”
“Every day, my love,” she promised.
My love .
I yanked her to me, my hand moving to the front of her throat, holding her against me. “Only way you get to leave me is with my seed leaking out of you,” I declared as my free hand went down, my fingers stroking her clit in slow, agonizing circles. The contrast was sure to dive her crazy.
“I—oh, God!” she cried out, turning her head to mine as she bucked in my hold, her climax hitting her.
My mouth slammed down on hers, swallowing her cries of pleasure. Seconds later, I followed her into oblivion, shoving her back against the wall, pinning her there as I rammed into her, my seed shooting out, filling her. “Love you,” I whispered in her ear, gently pumping my hips now. “Love everything about you.”
She lifted a hand, bringing it to the back my neck over my hair. “I love you more, cowboy.”
Two hours later, I stood on my porch and watched her red Mercedes drive away, heading back towards the main house. My feet remained planted there for a long time, and when the sun set, the moon slowly rising in the dark sky, I pulled out my cell and called Grayson.
“She gone?” he asked in greeting.
“Yeah, she’s gone.”
Gray had been patiently waiting for me to call him so he could deliver the news he tried giving to me last night. I’d been too entrapped by Diana, about our love being out in the open finally, to give a shit. Though my best friend tried, I didn’t get him an inch, and when the girls went out onto the porch last night, I told him I didn’t want any news. Not then.
“You still pissed I crashed your weekend?” he asked, humor in his voice.
I looked up to the stars and ignored his question. “I’m ready for the news, so give it to me,” I demanded, already missing Diana.
“It’s about—”
“Know who the hell it’s about, Gray,” I clipped. “How close is Jake?”
My friend was silent for exactly ten seconds before he answered, “Mags, Jake isn’t close to finding him.”
I stiffened, anger surging through me. “Then why came all the way down here—”
“Jake found him, man.”
My gut twisted, my chest deflating as my hand shot into my hair. “What?”
“I’m sorry it took so damn long, Mags,” Gray murmured.
I sat down on the top step, my mind running in every different direction. “You’re certain?” I pressed. “And before you answer, know this: I don’t want you to sugar coat shit for me, Gray. You and your boys came close to finding my half-brother years ago, and we got nothing but a dead end.”
Hell, for a solid two years, I actually believed the son of a bitch was dead. Then, Red Snake got a whiff of something else, leading us down yet another endless path. I’d all but given up on the idea of finding him.
“I wouldn’t have come all the way down here if it weren’t true,” he shot back. “You think I like finding out that it took over ten years to find him for you? I made that vow to you in the Marines, Mags. This case, this hunt, means more to me than you’ll ever fucking know. The second Jake told me, I knew I needed to get to Hallow Ranch. This couldn’t wait.”
My head fell, my hair falling around my face.
After saving Grayson’s life, he came back to the unit, healed and ready to repay the debt. As a joke, I told him when he started his bounty hunting business, if he could find out where my long lost half-brother was, the debt would be repaid. My best friend took it to heart.
“You fuckin’ found him,” I muttered in disbelief, pinching the bridge of my nose.
“Yes.”
A lump formed in my throat. “How old is he?”
I heard Gray sigh on the other end of the line. “Thirty-two.”
Four years younger than me.
Fuck, I’d been right.
“Told Diana last night she would never know any of my family,” I confessed. “Told her they don’t deserve to know about her, about us, about our happiness.”
“You’re right, they don’t.”
I sighed deeply through my nose. “But I don’t know him. Don’t know if he’s like my father.”
“You aren’t like that bastard,” Gray reminded me.
Before I could stop it, a rough chuckle left me. “I could be, if I allowed myself to.”
“But you won’t.”
I dropped my hand and looked back up to the sky. “No, I won’t.”
“Your father isn’t in his life, from what I can tell,” he assured me.
A chill swept down my neck. “You have eyes on him already?”
“Yeah, Hayes is on him, has been for the last twenty-four hours.”
“What’s his name?”
“That’s the fuck of it, man,” Grayson chuckled. “Everyone knows his damn name.”
Every inch of my body froze. “You tellin’ me he’s famous?” I quipped.
“That’s exactly what I’m telling you.”
I was on my feet then, my hand going to the back of my neck. My next question came out cold. “Who is he?”
“Mags—”
“Who the fuck is my half-brother, Grayson?” I growled.
“Trevor Kensington, star quarterback for the L.A. Rams.”
Jesus. “Fuck,” I muttered.
“Again, you don’t have to do anything,” Grayson said, repeating the same thing he told me years ago.
“He’s safe.”
“Yes.”
I rolled my neck. “He’s well off,” I added.
For years, I worried about him.
“Being one of the top QBs in the nation usually comes with money. So yes, Mags, he’s well off.”
“Need to call, Diana,” I told him after a view minutes of silence, moving back into the house.
As I shut the door behind me, he said, “So glad you two finally gave it a shot.”
“Finally pulled my head out of my fuckin’ ass,” I agreed, moving into the kitchen to grab a glass of water, my stomach in knots.
“Diana is a strong woman. She’ll take this well. Lean on her, brother. You deserve it.”
I said nothing, filling my glass with water from the tap and then downing half of it. I braced my hand on the counter. “Told her about Ashley.”
Movement sounded on the other end of the phone, a door closing, and I knew he was moving away from Carrie. This meant Carrie didn’t know about my ex-wife. This meant that my best friend let that memory die. “What did she say?”
“Got sucked in, Gray,” I told him. “Got sucked back in. Diana said something that triggered me, and I—suddenly, I was in your truck and you were dropping me off at the house.”
“Fucking hell,” he muttered. “Are you okay?”
“That was the first time I thought about that woman since leaving her. It came out of nowhere, and when I got out of it, Diana was there, waiting patiently.” My mind went back, the gentle look in her hazel eyes warming me.
“What did she say?” he repeated.
“Nothing. Told her I never loved Ashley, that our marriage was a way for both of us to leave that shitty little town we grew up in.” I paused, turning to face my living room, leaning back against the counter. “Diana is the only woman I’ve ever loved.”
“I know. I’ve known that for a long time.”
“But she will never know about my family. She will never know my old name. None of it, Gray. You hear me?”
“I hear you.”
“That boy is dead,” I whispered. “He’s been dead for nearly seventeen years.”
“Then don’t dig him back up,” he replied simply. “Diana isn’t going to make you do so either. You set that boundary with her, and if she truly loves you like I know she does, she won’t cross it.”
She wouldn’t, but that didn’t mean Trevor would. “I don’t know if I want to open that door, man,” I admitted.
“Then don’t. All I’m doing is giving you the key. Now, call your woman. Tell her we said hi.”
Despite the half-brother shit, this was the best weekend of my life. She was finally mine, I was hers, and the future I thought I was destined to have, one filled with nothing but loneliness, had faded away.