Chapter 7
BUCK
One kiss. One fucking kiss and I’d lost my mind.
I’d needed more and I took it, getting her alone in Mabel’s office so I could get her taste on my tongue.
Right from the fucking source. I knew what she sounded like when she came.
Knew what she looked like when she found her pleasure.
And she’d been wearing my Stetson while doing it.
Fuck yeah.
What I wanted to do with her next didn’t involve chaperones and while I definitely wanted to fuck her over the diner’s counter, I wanted to take my time with Sage.
Our first time needed to be in a bed. My bed, where I could spend all night getting her to take my dick and filling her with load after load of my cum.
My balls ached and were fucking heavy with the amount I had for her.
Since that couldn’t happen while she was working at the Sip N’ Serv, I had to wait until she closed.
Fucking patience. My dick had none.
Reluctantly leaving her behind with her taste on my tongue and her scent on my fingers, I went back to the ranch and took out the tractor, pulling the trailer loaded with bales of hay, up and over the second rise to where the cattle was grazing.
With the snow, it was hard for the animals to get to the grasses buried beneath, so I supplemented with hay.
All day as I tossed out hay, my thoughts were on Sage. That kiss. Her perfect, bare pussy and how it dripped for me.
I hadn’t been wrong about our connection. That we were perfect for each other.
It’d stunned me when I learned that Trig and Ellie had given their new little girl her name.
It was a beautiful name. The perfect name. Still, it’d been unexpected. So had the fact that she’d come out a girl instead of the boy everyone planned for.
Because of it, Sage was inextricably tied to the Wilder family. And soon, she’d be tied in a different way. As my wife. She’d also be Sage Wilder.
Yeah, I was that crazy. As crazy as all my other siblings who’d fallen before me.
This past year, I’d been envious as hell of my brothers. They had what I wanted. A family of their own. Wives. Babies. Out of nine of us, only me and Hayes had yet to find The One.
As I stood on the now empty trailer, I glanced out over the land that had been in my family for generations.
It was fucking freezing, but I was sweating beneath my coat and gloves.
I’d been the one who’d wanted to run the ranch.
It’d always been me. My other siblings had other aspirations.
Bray was a farrier. Cam, a vet. Lainey worked the ranch with me, but she was a talented barrel racer, too.
Zeb was probably gonna go pro with football.
Shep had a successful mechanic shop. Me?
This land? It was in my blood. Trig was the cowboy who rode on the backs of bulls.
I was the rancher who cultivated and cared for the land. The animals.
It was my way of life. This land. I couldn’t imagine being anywhere else.
I hopped down from the trailer and climbed back in the tractor, started it up.
But Sage couldn’t be any different. From what Ma told me earlier–because she was good friends with Mabel and knew the details–Sage was Mabel’s sister’s daughter and from New York.
Back in the eighties, Mabel had left the city and her life there and married Chuck Parker.
He’d been the mayor of Devil’s Ditch for over a decade before I was born and died of a heart attack shoveling snow.
I hadn’t known she’d had any extended family–let alone a gorgeous niece, who was now filling in while she recovered from surgery, as Trig had originally said.
I didn’t know if Sage was staying in Montana once Mabel was back on her feet.
Why would a city girl like her want to remain in a small, quiet town like this?
Hell, we were so “small town” that the nearest escalator was in Boise, meaning Devil’s Ditch was in the middle of nowhere.
It couldn’t be appealing to Sage for the long term.
I led a quiet, routine-filled life. I was up before dawn. Worked hard. Read. Did shit with my family. Why would Sage want a rancher’s life? It was honest work. I had a good home. Good family. More often than not, I had shit on my boots, a splinter in one of my fingers, sunburn on my cheeks.
I rocked with the sway of the tractor as it rode over a dip in the field, headed back to the barn. Frustrated. Excited. Angry. Hopeful. Horny.
I’d been hard since the second I laid eyes on Sage in the diner.
I’d been hard when I saw her holding baby Sage at the hospital. The sight of her holding a newborn made me want that with her. To give her a baby. To put one inside her. Our baby.
Even now, out in the fucking cold afternoon, I wanted her. Needed her.
I needed more of that kiss. I licked my lips. More of her pussy. She’d be off soon and I was gonna get it.