Chapter 29
CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
Wesley
The One
“I have to go get my truck, but can I borrow this T-shirt and maybe a sweatshirt too?” Shelby said as she walked in from the kitchen holding out a fresh cup of coffee to him.
“You can have anything you want,” he said, accepting the cup and taking a gulp. She made it exactly how he liked it. But then he reached out to capture her hand and tried to pull her back into bed.
“Oh no, I can’t. I have a prior engagement.”
“You’re back in town a few days and already have plans?”
She smiled with pride. “I’ve been helping Miranda Sutton out with her horses in exchange for her letting me ride her horses anytime I want. I think we’re friends now.”
“Interesting turn of events. I guess I’m not surprised Miranda would figure out you’re as in love with horses as she is.”
“You know her situation?”
“A little, though I don’t agree with the solution she seems to have settled on.”
“What do you mean?”
“Just that I don’t think she should marry a man almost twice her age to spite her father and to save that ranch.”
“She doesn’t love him then?”
“You know what, I don’t really know. It’s just a guess that it’s more of a financial arrangement than true love.”
“She’s got a lot on her plate—that’s for sure.”
He sat back with his coffee and watched as she braided her long, thick dark hair.
“You can find my T-shirts in the second drawer, and the sweatshirts in the closet.”
“Do you have to work today?”
“Ya, but I’ll cut out early if I can. Yesterday was exhausting.”
He watched as she peeled off her fitted jeans.
“I just realized, I’m going to need you to take me by place after all. I need my work boots and different pants.”
Then she pulled back the covers and found him more than ready for her.
“And I think I need to get in a different ride before I go help Miranda.” She straddled his lap, took his mug out of his hands and set it on the nightstand, then pulled off his T-shirt she’d asked to borrow.
Kneeling completely naked she hovered over his hips where his hard length jutted upward waiting for her.
He gripped her face and pulled her mouth down to his. “I do not know what I did to deserve a woman like you, but I am going to spend a lot of time convincing you.”
She sunk her hips down, joining their bodies. “Convince me of what, Sheriff?”
“That I’ve been falling in love with you from the second I found you in that snowstorm, and I think you were meant to be mine,” he said, wrapping his arms around her back and kissing her like she was the only woman in the world he could ever need.”
“Good, because I think I love you too.”
They didn’t say anything else and although Wes didn’t get to spend as long as he wanted in bed with her that morning, he finally knew their time wasn’t limited. He could spend every morning for the rest of his life with this woman and it wouldn’t be long enough.