Chapter 30
Iwatched Flora as she walked into the bedroom I”d set up for her with help from Amy and Carla. I”d moved my office out from the second bedroom, and set it up in one of the rooms in the main house. Amy had said that pink was too girlie, and that I had to go with yellow and purple. And since Flora meant flower, she recommended a floral theme.
”Rowan, this is for me?” Flora looked at me with brown eyes so wide that I worried for a moment she was going to cry.
I crouched in front of her. ”You like it, sweetheart? We can change anything you want.”
”I don”t like it,” she smiled big, ”I love it.” She hugged me and thanked me with kisses all over my face. It was fucking awesome.
She dragged Isha into the room, and pulled out all the books from the yellow bookshelf. She climbed onto the bed to read one with her mom; the bedding was purple with yellow and white blossoms, which Amy had picked out.
So, yeah, I was a little nervous that I”d gotten design help from a five-year-old and three-year-old sitting next to me on my computer as we clicked away on the ”buy” button on online stores.
While Flora familiarized herself with her room, Isha came to me. She slid her arms around me. ”What have you done, Rowan Ledger?”
”What have I done?”
”You”ve made my little girl fall madly in love with you.”
I hugged her back. ”Damn right.” I watched Flora from the doorway where I stood with her mother. ”It’s good, since I”m madly in love with her and her mum.”
I looked down at her face which was lit with pleasure and happiness.
”Thank you for coming here. I know it wasn”t easy.”
She went on tiptoe to kiss me. She”d started doing that a lot, and I loved that she felt free to touch and kiss me. In the beginning, she didn”t initiate physical contact, and I worried she never would, but as she began to trust me, she”d let go.
My woman was beautiful, sensuous, elegant, and sweet. I felt like the luckiest son of a bitch in the world.
I had the cook from the main house stock the fridge and get dinner to my place. We had brisket with mashed potatoes and green beans that first night and, to Flora”s delight, a chocolate cake for dessert.
Sitting in my house with my two girls was like walking into a dream. I couldn”t believe, after pining for Isha for years, here she was. Mine. And she”d given me her daughter. For a man who never thought he”d ever have a family, this was a fucking miracle.
”I have my own bathroom,” Flora gushed on a video call with Mick. She”d shown him the whole house, the porch, and the mountains. ”And tomorrow, I get to ride on a horse. A horse, Uncle Mick. Did you see the sunflowers on the wall of my room? That”s because my name is Flora, and it means flower.”
She was talking a mile a minute while Isha and I sat in front of the fire in the living room. Isha had her head on my shoulder as she drank wine, facing the tall floor to ceiling windows. It was dark and there wasn”t much to see, but the feeling of the wide open spaces enveloped us.
”This is real,” she whispered.
”I know the feeling,” I agreed. ”I”m worried that I”m going to wake up and you and Flora won”t be here. That it”ll just be a dream.”
She drank some wine as I nuzzled her hair with my chin. ”Who”ll be there for Thanksgiving dinner?”
I knew she was worried about it. Just saying, hey, it”s gonna be fine, wasn”t going to cut it. To make sure everything went smoothly, I had warned everyone that Isha and her daughter were visiting. Deb had been good about it, now that she knew about the stupid stunt Ace had pulled. Caitlyn was livid.
”Thanksgiving is for family, Rowan,” she whined.
”Isha and Flora are my family.”
”Oh, please,” she scoffed. ”You”re going to bring every slut—”
”Shut up, Caitlyn,” I cut her off. ”You use that word about her or anyone in front of me again, we”re going to have problems.”
”Like what?”
”Caitlyn, cut it out,” Ace spoke up. ”Rowan, it”ll be fine. I”m happy that she”s agreed to come here.”
”God, Ace, do you have a spine at all?” Caitlyn barked at him.
Ace shrugged. ”No, Caitlyn, you whipped it out of me, remember?”
I knew what Caitlyn”s problem was. Isha was beautiful, and it made her feel insecure. But she could go fuck herself.
My father had left everything to me in his will. He”d left an annual stipend for Deb and one for Ace when he turned eighteen. But that was it. Ledger Ranch was mine and mine alone. In my will, I”d structured it so that if I didn”t have any heirs, the ranch”s income would go into a trust. I”d made sure that Ace, Deb, Amy, and Carla were taken care of, and recently, I”d talked to my lawyer about adding Isha and Flora to my will. But I had to talk to Isha about it first. She”d fucking freak out if I did that without telling her. And we”d had enough misunderstandings that I wanted to be transparent with her about everything I did. I didn”t want any secrets between us.
”Deb, Ace, Caitlyn, the girls. Maybe Caitlyn”s parents.”
She sighed.
”Isha, we can have our own Thanksgiving here if you want. We don”t have to go to the main house.”
”You”ll miss Amy and Carla.”
”I”ll see them later or before. It”s not a concern. We can also have Thanksgiving with Clay and the others in the bunkhouse.”
She tilted her head and let out a deep breath. ”How about we do dinner at the main house and pie at the bunk house?”
”If you”re sure. I”ll do anything you want.”
Flora came into the living room, set Isha”s phone on the coffee table, and snuggled into her mother. She tugged at my arm so I could wrap it around her.
I held them both close as we sat on the couch with Flora talking about what she was looking forward to doing the next day.
That night, as I lay in the bed I had longed for Isha in for so many nights, even before I saw her in New York six months ago, it felt like the universe had answered all my prayers when she arrived.
She came out of the bathroom in one of the terry robes I”d made sure was there in her size.
”I can”t believe how lucky I am,” I told her, my heart full.
”You”re definitely getting lucky tonight.” She unwrapped the robe. The white of the robe against the brown of her skin was fucking magic.
“With you, I”m lucky every night.”
She dropped the robe and stood naked in front of me. I lifted the duvet. “Get in.”
She slid in and straddled me. There was mischief glinting in her eyes. I put my hands on her slender waist, squeezed, and then slid them down to her hips.
She kissed me, and then slid down. She crawled off of me, and I watched as she licked the tip of my erection. She took the weeping head into her mouth, and I closed my eyes.
“Fuck, yeah, Isha.”
Every time she blew me was better than before. There was an unpracticed sweetness about how she did it, which was erotic as hell. She licked me like I was a lollipop, and then sucked me. She’d take me deep, and then suckle the tip. She’d take my balls in her mouth. She disarmed me.
Every time I was grateful for what she gave me, she’d give me more. I loved having her here in Montana. I loved that Flora was sleeping in the room next door. How the fuck was I going to survive when they went back to New York?
”Baby, I”m going to come, and I want to be inside your pussy.”
She lifted her head and straddled me again, lining me up against her opening, and sinking down on me.
”Like that?” she whispered.
My hips moved in rhythm with hers, and as she angled up, so did I, staying deep inside her.
Her hands were on her breasts. Her eyes closed. She looked like a pagan goddess as she rode me, chasing her release. I circled her clitoris with a finger, and her movements became less languid, more urgent.
I pinched her clitoris and felt her milk me, squeeze me.
I held her hips so I could slam into her, so I could come as I desperately wanted to.
”Stop, stop,” she whimpered.
”What?” I stilled inside her.
She looked at me. ”I had my I.U.D. removed last week. I forgot. I bought condoms.” She was about to get up to look for them, when I stilled her with my hands on her hips.
”Why did you have it removed?” I asked, my dick not happy that I was talking and not fucking.
She smiled. ”You asked me to.”
”Then why would I need a condom, baby?”
She bit her bottom lip. ”This is too real and too fast.”
But she”d left herself unprotected, and I would not lose my chance of knocking her up and keeping her here with me.
”If I get you pregnant, I won”t let you leave,” I warned her and surged inside her. ”I don”t have to come inside you. I can still pull out.”
Fuck if I would.I was happy to give her the illusion that she had a choice, but she didn”t. She loved me. She just needed to stop being so fucking afraid.
She closed her eyes.
”Isha,” I growled and flipped her, so she was lying on her back. I watched her as I moved inside her. ”You want my cum, darlin”?”
She still got shy when I talked dirty, and it was the cutest fucking thing.
”I love you,” she replied.
I kissed her. ”I love you too. Now, let”s make a baby.”