Chapter 10
10
SERENITY
W e weren't able to find Singer at the fair to let her know I was leaving with Ranger, but she responded to my text message with a heart emoji.
"No, I'm in one of the little houses out back." I point toward the row of small buildings that line up against a fence pasture behind the main house that Ranger's steers for as we make our way up the long, private road to the Kelly family Walking Y Ranch.
"She got the guest houses put in," Ranger muses more to himself that to me. "Nice to see the place is turning a profit finally."
I point at the first of the little cottages, the one with the porch light glowing an inviting, warm yellow in against the backdrop of stars and the mountains in the background.
Out in the pasture, there are still a few light-colored shapes where a few of Singer's Pygora goats have opted to stay out in the warm, summer night.
"Come check it out while I pack up." My hand brushes his as I slide out of the passenger side door of the truck he borrowed from the ranch's fleet.
Since Singer's brothers left Slow River in search of better opportunities than the run-down, bankrupt ranch their parents had left to be split between the kids when they passed away a few years ago, Singer's managed to convert it to a thriving bed and breakfast and traded out the failing cattle operation for prize-winning goats that she raises for the fleece.
The barn-style shed-turned-cabin that she put me up in when I asked if she had space for me to stay, is one of five new free-standing cabins that she's recently added, thanks to finally getting the ranch out of bankruptcy and showing its fifth year of running in the black.
From Ranger's surprise at seeing the additions, I thought he might be interested in poking around while I pack up. I'm not sure what the plan is from here, I just know we'll be figuring it out together.
The door of the cabin shuts as he walks in behind me and I hear an audible click from the lock being engaged. Then the clatter of blinds being pulled shut before Ranger's hands are grasping me by the waist and pulling me around to face him when he joins me in the small bedroom at the back of the cabin.
"I have to get you out of this outfit, before I lose my damn mind, baby."
He murmurs the words against the side of my face, nibbling at my ear while his hands slide under my blouse.
"Those tight little skirts you're always wearing get my mind racing, but seeing your sexy little body all wrapped up in these shorts has me in a helluva state."
His lips seer mine, his tongue sweeping into my mouth and stealing any words I was about to put together while his hand takes mine and places it over the very hard bulge throbbing behind the zipper of his jeans.
I feel myself backing toward the king size bed that takes up the majority of the small bedroom's real estate and I can't tell if Ranger's guiding me, or if I'm pulling him along.
Once I land on the thick mattress with the soft quilt cover though, it hardly matters anymore.
Ranger stops short of crawling over me, grabbing up one of my feet and kissing along the inside of my knee before tugging at the new boots Kim insisted on adding to our shopping spree earlier today.
Was that just today?
Ranger pulls my other boot off, adds more kisses to the foot he just freed and laughs.
"I remember now--" his voice is a husky whisper as he hits his knees at the edge of the bed and pulls me to him with his hands wrapped under my thighs. "You went to do whatever ladies do when they sneak off to the bathroom right before getting their pussies licked and I was in such a damn hurry to get inside you, I was pullin' my clothes off like an impatient teenager. Got tangled up in a boot that didn't wanna come off and gave up. Must have worn myself out."
"You downed a lot of shots at the bar," I remind him, wiggling my hips to help him relieve me of the denim shorts he claims are so distracting.
"Not enough to keep me from spending the entire damn night hard as a fucking rod with you in my lap like that. Guess I owe Bernie a thank you if she's the reason for you kissing on me like you did."
Somehow, he's managed to rid me of everything but the cotton undies I opted for when I got dressed for the fair.
The light is on in the front room of the cabin, but I hadn't turned the bedroom light on before Ranger came in. Now I'm grateful for the soft light that makes me feel less self-conscious with a hot-as-sin cowboy between my thighs.
"Baby..." Ranger's voice is low and reverent as he drags his lips along the inside of my thigh, breathing deep when his nose reaches the damp center of the plain, white cotton thong before pulling the elastic down my legs and returning to nestle in the space he just exposed. "...you're as fucking wet as I am hard, Seri..."
If I was feeling self-conscious about having my most private of places opened up to him like this, Ranger manages to drive away those insecure feelings with the guttural sound of the groan he lets out as he drags the tip of his tongue through the seam of my sex.
Also, it feels so good, that my mind goes blank to everything but the sensation of what he's doing to me.
It's not the first time I've had a guy do this, but that was back in college when I thought I was a freak for still being a virgin and I was out to just get it over with.
My roommate had set me up on a date with a "friend" of hers and I'd gone along with my plan through a lackluster evening of forced conversation. After dinner, we'd fumbled in the back of his SUV and he'd made a couple of half-hearted licks between my legs before tearing open a condom wrapper.
I'd quickly dodged his next move and told him I'd changed my mind.
Since then, dating hasn't been a high priority for me, and I've long since made peace with being a virgin for as long as it took till I felt motivated to change that.
I. Am. Motivated.
Never been so motivated to do something in my life.
Ranger's movements are far from the "impatient teenager" he said he felt like last night. His tongue is hot and agile as it explores between my folds and flicks over my sensitive clit, testing to see what reactions each stroke earns him.
My hands can't decide where to be; gripping the pillow above my head, pressed over my mouth to stifle the lurid sounds I hear myself making, twisting my fingers into Ranger's hair while I beg him to bring me closer to satisfying the need building inside me.
A blunt fingertip traces a path behind his tongue, then slides easily inside my as he seals his mouth over my bud.
My hips buck against his face, my fingers choosing their grip in his hair as the place they need to stay. I lift my heels to rest on his shoulders before my feet slip down his back and my thighs lock against his ears when a second finger slips into me.
It's too much. I feel my pussy being stretched farther than my own fingers have ever come close to.
Combined with what he's doing to my clit with that wicked mouth, it's more than I can take. The pressure that's been building collapses in on itself and breaks, sending shockwaves that have me clenching muscles I didn't know I had.
Ranger
Feelin' Serenity's tight pussy clamp down on my fingers while she screams for me has my dick leaking in anticipation.
This time, getting my boots off is a feat accomplished quickly and with little need to take my attention off the far more appealing task of tonguing Seri's sweet cream from her thighs as she whimpers and shudders her way down from her climax.
I take my time joining her on the bed; kissing, licking, stroking my way up her body, sliding my rough hands across her smooth skin and marveling at the difference between us.
"Goddamn, baby, you're beautiful when you're coming on my tongue."
Serenity's nipples glisten from my suckling and her chest is heaving from the start of her deep panting again by the time I work my way all the way back to her mouth.
She's shy with the kiss at first and it's a second or two before I realize she tastes herself on my tongue and is deciding whether or not she likes it, but it's not long before she opens for me and twists her tongue around mine.
I love the way her hands move over my body, pulling at my t-shirt till its off and then sliding across my skin like she's memorizing the feel of every dip and plane of my shoulders, my chest, then her fingers tickle as they trail down my stomach where they pop the top button of my jeans and slide beneath the zipper.
"Fuck." Having Seri's hand on me has me seeing stars. My breath hitches, and my heart pounds in my ears. The last thing I want to do is stop her here but--
My hand covers hers, pressing her palm against the aching ridge of my cock and holding it still while I try to catch my breath.
"Baby," I rasp, my forehead to hers as I brace my weight above her on my other arm. "Hang on a minute. You've already got me out of my mind with need for you--" I squeeze her hand around my hardness to make my point. "-- but we're about to get past the point of no return and I need to know you understand what I've been tellin' ya."
Seri's eyes rise up to meet mine; their crystalline turquoise dark from dilated pupils all blown out from her arousal, her lips plump and swollen from kisses and parted slightly in an expression that has me thinking I should put us both out of our misery, fill her up and make her mine forever without bothering to say what needs to be said first.
"Back at the fairgrounds." Seri licks her lips and nods under me, her fingers beginning their agonizing move against me again, slipping under the elastic of my briefs and gingerly teasing at the precum leaking from the swollen tip of my cock.
The growl she gets from me is all impatient need and struggle to stay in control.
"I don't just want you to come back to the ranch with me for the rest of the week, I want you to stay on the ranch with me. Forever, Serenity. You can do your historical research from Slow River, but I want you to be doing it as my wife."
"Range--"
I cut her off with a kiss. Praying she's not about to shoot me down. If she tells me she's not on the same page I am, I don't know if I can take it. Especially not with her hands working their way along my shaft like they are.
Hell, I'm a man obsessed; I'd probably follow her all the way back to Baltimore if she asked me to.
"Can we talk about this later?" Seri whispers hoarsely, tipping her hips up to press her naked mound up against me in a silent gesture, reminding me she needs me as bad as I'm needing her.
"We will, but I need to tell you now; once I have you, you're mine forever, Serenity. This is for keeps. So, if you're on the fence about a future with me here in the Valley, you need to make that known right now."
"I'm not on the fence. I want to stay here in Slow River. I want to stay with you."
I'm not playing fair, I've let go of Seri's hand and moved to slip my fingers back into the wetness that's waiting impatiently for me to claim it properly.
"I can work from anywhere." Her voice is all breathless need as her hips twist beneath me, eager for more than the soft strokes I'm giving her.
"You can work from my bed." I groan against her throat. "If you can work with me buried inside this tight little pussy."
Seri's hands are as busy as mine, freeing me of what's left of my clothes till it's just the two of us with our naked flesh burning against each other.
"Could you please do that now? I've never felt this-- empty -- before, Ranger."
God help me. When Serenity's nails scrabble at my hips like that, her thick thighs caging me between them as she begs for me to fill her up, I don't have enough oxygen left in my brain to keep playing.
With the broad head of my dick already pushing against her slick opening, I'm fighting the urge to take her fast and hard, forcing myself to go slow.
"I mean it, Seri, I don't have a condom on me. I'm clean, and I'm guessing you are two since no one else has ever been here before me, but if this is the wrong time of the month to keep from getting you pregnant, we're just gonna have to deal with that sooner rather than later."
"I'm on the shot anyway. I trust you. Just...please fuck me."
Whatever control I was hanging onto snaps.
I groan on the feeling of Seri's tight channel parting to make way for my intrusion. Between us, there's enough natural lube to allow me easy entry, even when I feel the last resistance of her innocence give and allow me to slip inside her all the way till I'm bottomed out at the root of my dick.
It's me that needs the moment to adjust. She's so tight, and hot, and wet, around me with her curvy little body pressed so close I can feel her heartbeat against my chest. If I move right away, I'll come like a school boy without a chance to make sure my woman's first time is worth waiting for.
"Ranger?" Serenity's voice is barely audible with her lips brushing my ear.
I answer her by pulling back with my hips, letting my length drag slowly out of her and feeling the way her body grips at me to keep me inside her.
"Range..." This time my name gets lost on a moan.
I know that feeling. I'm lost in it myself. Then I'm thrusting forward again, desperate to bury myself back to the hilt in her warmth.
If I was worried about hurting her, Seri's choked moans let me know I don't have to worry about that. Her fingers slip over my sweaty skin, and when her hands can't get a grip, her nails sink in.
She's got a grip on my shoulders, her legs wrapped around my thighs as I speed my pace, doing my best not to get rougher than she can handle and learning that Seri isn't a fan of me going easy on her.
I can feel her orgasm building; Serenity's breaths become more labored, her hips pumping to meet my thrusts, and her interior walls fluttering around my cock in a series of tiny spasms.
I'm so damn eager to feel her next climax from inside her, I'm on the brink myself. Slipping one hand between us, I manage to slide the pad of my thumb where we're joined, stroking blindly till I find the spot I'm seeking-- the swollen little pearl that Seri's begging for friction against.
It's all she needs.
Watching Serenity come apart beneath me is life changing. I knew I'd be putting a ring on her finger and filling her with babies as soon as she lets me, but the way she cries out, her whole body caught in a hard shudder while her pussy clamps down on my dick like she needs it deeper than it already is; my own orgasm tears through me without warning.
I pump into her, fighting to move against the vice grip of her climax, emptying my seed deep inside her and wishing it had a chance of taking root.