Chapter 8
Chapter Eight
Maisey
I’m completely exhausted, but there is no way I’m going to close my eyes for even a second of the drive through the mountains. I’m still mad that I fell asleep before we landed and missed seeing the Rockies from above.
Travis promised me he’d make it up to me, but right now all I can focus on are the incredible, towering peaks outside my window.
There wasn’t a limo waiting for us this time, but we are in some kind of luxury SUV that’s navigating the twisty roads with ease.
Like a child, I keep my face glued to the window for the entirety of the drive. Travis tells me we’re getting close when we finally turn off the paved highway and onto a rough gravel road. I’m such a city girl; I don’t think I’ve ever even been on a gravel road.
When I tell the guys, Travis laughs, and Rex just gives us both a wide-eyed look.
Despite my first impression of him at the bar, he’s actually a pretty nice guy.
But from what I can gather, he’s a total player and very much into the buckle bunnies that Travis told me about.
I decide not to hold it against him, though, since it’s his ranch we’re headed to.
Rex, along with his four brothers, inherited it after their asshole of a father died.
Only Wyatt and Cash, the two oldest brothers, have been back to Rock Creek Ranch so far. Rex was busy on the rodeo circuit, and this is the first chance he’s had to return home. Judging by the way his jaw clenches the closer we get, I don’t think he’s all that happy about it.
But I am happy to go to Rock Creek Ranch. I should be nervous or scared or straight up freaking out about moving in with a man I literally just met, but I’m not. In fact, sitting with him by my side, holding my hand, feels oddly settling and really right.
There’s a small welcoming committee waiting for us in the yard.
Two men who look a lot like Rex and must be Wyatt and Cash are standing with two women who look to be closer to my age.
They’re waving and excited, and the moment we get out of the car, they both run over and pull me into a tight embrace.
“I can’t believe you’re here.”
“I can’t believe you’re married to Travis.”
“Welcome to Rock Creek Ranch.”
“Whatever you need, just let us know.”
“And make yourself at home.”
I’m spun back and forth between the two of them so quickly that my head is spinning when Travis steps in and pulls me away.
“Ladies,” he says with a smile. “Have you even introduced yourselves?” He shakes his head.
“This is Anna,” he tells me. “She’s married to Wyatt, and they have a new baby boy.
” I only have a second to nod before he turns me to face the other woman.
“And this is Kali. She’s married to Cash, and they are obviously expecting their first.”
“Congratulations,” I say to them both.
“Kali here is a city girl from Vancouver, so maybe she’ll have some tips for you.”
“Oh, great. Maybe you can—”
“But not today,” Travis cuts me off smoothly. “Because it’s already been a long day and I still have to show my new wife home sweet home.”
For the first time, this whole thing is starting to feel real. Very real. I’m glad Travis has his arm around me, because the sudden wave of lightheadedness that washes through me threatens to knock me off my feet.
Or maybe it’s that I haven’t eaten since our breakfast that was interrupted by reality.
As if he read my mind, Travis leans down and murmurs in my ear, “I think we could both use something to eat, too.”
This man truly is amazing. I lean into his shoulder and wave at my new friends as Travis whisks me away. “They seem nice.”
“They are,” he agrees without hesitation.
“They’re young.”
He chuckles. “You noticed that, huh? Seems like we Rock Creek Ranch Cowboys have a thing for younger women.”
“Oh?” I spin in his arms to face him. “You have a thing for me, do you?”
“You know I do.” He pulls me in for a quick but hot kiss. “Here we are,” he says when he releases me. “Home sweet home.”
Travis
The tour of my cabin doesn’t take long. It’s not much, but it’s home.
It consists of one main room with a small kitchen tucked into a corner, a bedroom with a comfy king-sized bed that I plan on using very soon, and a bathroom.
It’s a little small, especially with two of us, but it will be the perfect place to make my wife fall in love with me over the next few weeks.
Because the only thing that spending a day traveling with Maisey has taught me is that I like her even more than I did the night before. In fact, everything I learn about her only makes me like her more. I don’t need thirty days to know that it’s not going to be long enough.
But I sure as hell plan on spending that time making sure she feels it, too.
After we eat the pasta Anna had thoughtfully put in my fridge for us, I take Maisey outside to show her some more of the ranch.
“Do you have a horse?”
I can’t help but laugh at her innocent question. “You’re serious? I’m a cowboy. Of course, I have a horse.”
She laughs, her face flushing. “I mean, I know you must have horses here, but...I meant...like one that’s yours.”
"Yes, little filly, I have a horse that’s mine. A few, actually.” I pull her along. “Let me introduce you.”
She hesitates a little before letting me pull her into the barn. “I’ve never…”
“Been in a barn?”
She shakes her head. “Remember when I told you I grew up in the city? Yeah, well, I didn’t exactly spend weekends in the country.”
“Don’t worry, sweetheart.” I squeeze her hand, slowing just enough to look back at her. “I’ll make sure your introduction to cowboy life is a proper one.”
“I’d say you already have.” She blows me a sassy kiss, and I can’t help but shake my head at the way her cute confidence only seems to grow the longer she’s away from her awful stepsister.
“This is Valero.” I lead her to the stall where my stallion is happily munching oats. The moment he hears my voice, he lifts his massive head to greet me. “Hey, buddy. Good to see you, too.”
I scratch his nose and urge Maisey to do the same.
“He’s huge.” Her eyes are wide with awe as she takes in his full height. Valero is a big guy, but he’s perfect for my six-two frame.
“He’s too big for you, for sure,” I tell her. “But this…” I lead her a few stalls down to a pretty, dappled mare. “This is Pico.” I scratch her nose in greeting. “She’s a spicy little filly,” I tell Maisey. “A lot like you.”
“Oh, yeah?” She smacks me lightly on the chest, but I catch her wrist in my hand.
“Case in point.” I grab her other tiny wrist, and having her properly contained, I push her up against the barn wall, pinning her arms above her head. “I thought maybe you were tired, sweetheart.”
The way her breath is coming in throaty pants tells me my wife is definitely not tired for what I have in mind.
My mouth crashes to hers, pulling from her sweet mouth the kisses I’ve been thinking of since we left that hotel room. She gives them willingly, her tongue twisting eagerly with mine.
Her hips buck off the wall, needy for more. I press my hips against hers to hold her still. I like my little filly wild, but that doesn’t mean I won’t enjoy taming her from time to time. At least long enough to make her come.
I keep her hands above her head and, using my free hand, skim it down the length of her body to the hem of her little dress, which has been teasing me with a flirty hem dancing over her bare thighs all day.
“I’ve wanted to do this all day, sweetheart.” My fingers find her panties, already soaking for me. “Good girl. You’re so wet for me.”
Her pupils blow out at my choice of words.
Noted.
I file that piece of information away for later and focus on my task. Hooking a finger in the elastic of her panties, I drag them aside and slide one thick finger into her wet heat.
“Oh, Travis. Oh.” Her knees buckle, but I have her pinned. She’s not going anywhere.
“Fuck, you’re so tight.”
I add a second finger, pulling another gasp from her. “That feels so—oh! Travis!”
“That’s right.” I press my chest against her and press my mouth against hers again, taking the kiss I want.
When I pull back, I let my lips brush her ear, my voice low and rough.
“I told you I’d handle your introduction to cowboy life, Maisey.
This is only one of many lessons I plan on giving you this month. ”
“Yes.” The word breaks apart into a moan when I circle the pad of my thumb over her rock-hard clit. She’s got to be beyond sensitive after all the attention I’ve paid to that pretty little bud over the last twenty-four hours, but I can’t seem to stop myself.
The way she arches into my hand, chasing more, damn near wrecks me.
Her slick is running down my fingers as I thrust, twisting in and out of her pretty pussy.
“Travis, it’s too much. I’m going to—”
“You’re going to come for me again, sweetheart,” I tell her.
“Now that you know just how good it feels to shatter for me, and I know how fucking amazing it is to make it happen, I plan to do it over and over again. It’s all just part of the package of being my pretty little wife.
" I thrust harder, angling my fingers until I find the magical spot she probably didn’t even know was there.
Until now.
“Now, be a good girl, Maisey, and come for me,” I command.
My words push her over the edge. She clamps down so hard on my fingers that I can barely move them, her body convulsing. I catch her mouth with mine a second before she screams my name on her release.
Can’t have her scaring the horses, after all.
Her tremors are just starting to ease when I give her clit a quick, sharp pinch. Just a little. Just enough to send her flying again.
“Oh…” is all she can manage when I finally pull my soaked hand from her dripping pussy.
“Good girl.” I take a second to stroke her, rubbing her slick over her swollen folds in slow, easy circles, easing her panties back into place with a final pat, despite the fact they’re completely ruined.
“Letting go like that,” I murmur my pleasure in her ear, kissing her lobe gently. “You came so hard for me.”
I feel the shiver run through her at the praise, her whole body almost vibrating with it.
And then I feel her go still.
Her gaze flicks toward the open doorway, to the aisle, to the world outside this stall. Anyone could have walked in.
Her cheeks flame, but she squeezes her thighs together, trapping the mess I’ve made of her.
“You thinking about that, sweetheart?” I ask softly. “How close somebody might’ve come to catching you like this?”
She swallows, nods once, and I feel her pulse jump under my hand.
Yeah. She likes it.