Chapter 7 - Wade
I'm so fucking enamored by her.
It's like she's cast some kind of spell on me, and I'm completely under it.
I keep thrusting, sliding in and out of her tight heat, but every time I push back in, her virgin pussy clenches around me and I grunt like a damn animal.
I must sound insane to anyone who might hear, but I can't hold back.
Can't control the sounds she's dragging out of me.
I never thought I'd lose my virginity. It wasn't even on my radar anymore. I'd accepted my destiny as a man married to his work, too focused on the ranch to make room for anything or anyone else.
And now here I am, buried deep inside a woman I met yesterday. It's insanity. Pure fucking insanity.
The guys are going to mock me for life when they find out.
But how could I have any regrets when she feels this good?
When her moans are a siren's song luring me deeper?
When her breasts are jiggling with each thrust, hypnotizing me?
When her pussy is practically begging for more, clenching and tightening around my cock?
I never stop, never slow down. I fuck her relentlessly, and after years of physical ranch work, I don't even get tired. This is nothing compared to hauling hay bales or wrestling cattle. This is pleasure. Pure, overwhelming pleasure.
Sierra's hands slide up my back, pulling me down to her. My chest presses against her incredible breasts, and the sensation almost undoes me. Her hands move to my ass, gripping my cheeks as she pulls me deeper.
"You feel so good inside me," she whispers in my ear, breathless.
"You feel fucking incredible," I grunt back, rocking my hips forward. "This might be our first time, but it sure as hell won't be the last."
"After this," she gasps, "I'm not even sure if this will be our last time today."
I chuckle and thrust harder, faster. She crumbles underneath me, back arching beautifully, eyes rolling back, even a little saliva dripping from the corner of her lips. She looks absolutely wrecked, and I did that. Me.
"Thank you," she keeps saying between heavy breaths. "Thank you, thank you, thank you."
Her chest heaves with each word, and I keep swinging my hips, pounding into her with the same determination I bring to everything on this ranch. And though I'd love to keep fucking her for hours, maybe try different positions, explore every inch of her body, this is my first time.
I've never felt a sweet pussy clenching around my throbbing cock before. Never seen juices trickling down my length. Never seen a woman naked, let alone such a curvy beauty spread out beneath me.
It's all too much.
My release is building fast, unstoppable. I can feel it in my tightening balls; in the way my rhythm starts to falter.
"Sierra, I'm gonna—fuck, I need to pull out—"
She wraps her legs around me, locking me in place. "Cum inside me," she whispers with the sweetest voice I've ever heard.
I'm halfway to shaking my head, to being responsible, when my body betrays me. I grip the sheets on either side of her head and explode, shooting not one load but three big, thick loads deep inside her.
She moans loudly, that beautiful smile never leaving her face. I can feel her inner walls coated with my cum, and when she starts cumming herself, pulsing around me, my cock is still hard. That never happens when I masturbate. But with her, everything is different.
"I needed this," she breathes. "Needed you to understand I'm fully locked in and ready to go all the way. With the ranch. With you."
I kiss her forehead, something tender swelling in my chest. "I feel the same. You're marked now. Part of me. Part of the ranch's story forever."
I pull out slowly, and she immediately queefs. Her face flushes scarlet.
"Oh my God, I'm so sorry—"
"Don't apologize." I stroke her cheek. "I might be a virgin, but I know it's just air. Proof that we fit like a glove. That I filled you well."
She stares at me with wonder, then up at the ceiling. "You're perfect." Then reality seems to hit her. "But I really need to clean up now."
She kisses me quickly and hobbles toward the bathroom, trying not to put weight on her injured ankle.
I watch her go, admiring the view. The curve of her hips, the way her body moves even injured, the marks I left on her neck that she'll probably scold me for later.
She's beautiful. Completely, devastatingly beautiful.
I roll onto my back, staring out the small window at the Montana sky. Clouds drift past, white against brilliant blue, the same sky I've looked at my entire life. But everything feels different now. Brighter somehow. Full of possibility instead of just responsibility.
I can't believe this happened. I can’t believe this is my life now.
Forty-eight hours ago, I was convinced Sierra Vaughn was going to be the final nail in Promise Ranch's coffin. A rich outsider who'd come in, change everything, and destroy what Frank built. I'd voted yes out of desperation and fairness, but I hadn't believed. Hadn't trusted.
And now she's in my bathroom, my cum still dripping down her thighs, and I'm lying in her bed feeling things I never thought I'd feel.
The ranch is getting a second chance. Real capital, real plans, real hope for the first time since Frank died.
We can fix the irrigation, repair the equipment, maybe even hire back some of the people we had to let go.
The weight I've been carrying for two years, the crushing fear of failure, of letting Frank down, it's lighter now. Shared.
I have a woman. A partner in every sense of the word. Someone who challenges me and matches me and doesn't back down when I get defensive. Someone who sees the ranch the way I do. Not as a business opportunity, but as something worth fighting for. Worth saving.
Someone who looks at me like I'm worth something too.
And I lost my virginity. To her. With her. At thirty-nine years old, I finally let someone in close enough to be vulnerable with. Finally trusted someone enough to share that part of myself I've kept locked away for decades.
It should feel strange. Should feel too fast, too much, too soon.
Instead, it feels right. Like every choice I've made in my life, every closed door and missed opportunity, led me exactly here. To this moment. To her.
Everything changed in forty-eight hours, and I'm still not sure if this isn't all a dream. The kind I'll wake up from to find myself alone in the bunkhouse, the ranch still failing, hope still just out of reach.
But then I hear the bathroom door open, hear Sierra's soft footsteps, and I know it's real.
This is real.
She's real.
And somehow, impossibly, she chose me.
Hours later…
By dinner time, Sierra's ankle is feeling better with ice and rest, and we make our way to the main house together. I offered to carry her again, but she insisted on walking, using me as support instead.
The moment we step through the door, I know we're in trouble.
All five of my brothers are sitting at the dining table, and every single one of them is smirking.
"Well, well," Rhett says, leaning back in his chair. "Look who finally decided to join us."
"Shut up," I mutter, but I can feel heat creeping up my neck.
"We were starting to worry," Tucker adds, his eyes twinkling. "Thought maybe Sierra's ankle was worse than we thought. You two were in that guest house for hours."
Sierra's face goes bright red. "We were just... talking."
"Talking," Colt repeats. "Right. Very loud talking."
"Jesus Christ," I groan, running a hand over my face.
Mason stands and pulls out chairs for both of us. "Leave them alone. What they do is their business."
"Thank you, Mason," Sierra says gratefully.
"That said," Mason continues with a slight grin, "the walls aren't that thick, and the guest house is only fifty yards from here."
"Oh my God." Sierra covers her face with her hands.
Boone, quiet as always, speaks up. "We're happy for you both. Genuinely. It's good to see Wade actually living instead of just working."
"And getting laid," Colt adds helpfully. "That's probably good for him too."
"Colt, I swear to God—"
"Alright, alright," Tucker interrupts, still grinning. "But seriously, Wade. You voted yes on the partnership this morning, spent the day with Sierra, and now... this. That's quite a turnaround from the guy who was ready to send her packing yesterday."
I look at Sierra, who's peeking at me through her fingers. She looks mortified and adorable.
"She proved herself," I say simply. "Showed up, did the work, didn't quit when it got hard. And..." I take a breath. "And I believe in her good intentions for the ranch. For all of this."
"You really mean that?" Rhett asks.
"Yeah. I do." I reach over and take Sierra's hand.
"She's not here to exploit us or turn this place into something it's not.
She's here because she wants to build something meaningful.
Honor her father's memory the same way we're honoring Frank's.
I was too stubborn and scared to see it yesterday, but I see it now. "
Sierra's eyes are shining with unshed tears. "Wade—"
"We're going to save this ranch," I continue, looking around at my brothers. "All of us together. We're going to honor Frank's legacy while building something new. Something sustainable. And we're going to prove that tradition and innovation don't have to be enemies."
"Damn," Colt says softly. "Wade Turner giving speeches about the future. Never thought I'd see the day."
"Change is good," Boone says quietly. "Frank would approve."
"Frank would definitely approve of you finally getting laid," Rhett adds, and the serious moment dissolves into laughter.
Even Emma, who's been coloring at the end of the table, pipes up. "What's getting laid mean?"
"Nothing!" Tucker says quickly. "Eat your vegetables, sweetheart."
The rest of dinner is filled with easier conversation. Plans for the ranch, ideas Sierra has for marketing, Mason's thoughts on which equipment repairs should be prioritized. It feels natural having her here, like she's already part of the family instead of someone who just arrived.
After we eat, Sierra and I walk back to the guest house together, her hand in mine. The Montana sky is putting on a show. Orange and pink and purple bleeding together as the sun sets behind the mountains.
"Thank you," she says softly. "For believing in me. For giving me a chance."
"Thank you for not giving up when I was an ass." I stop walking, turning to face her. "I meant what I said in there. We're going to make this work. The ranch, us… All of it."
"Together," she says, smiling.
"Together," I agree.
And standing there with her, the ranch spread out around us and the future opening up ahead of us, I know we're going to be okay. Better than okay.
For the first time in two years, I'm not afraid of what's coming. Because whatever challenges we face, we'll face them together.
Frank would be proud. My mom's going to love her. And the ranch. Promise Ranch, is going to thrive again.
Sometimes the best things in life come from the most unexpected places. Like a curvy, determined woman who showed up to invest in a failing ranch and ended up investing in me instead.
I kiss her there in the fading light, and it feels like a promise. Like a new start.
Like coming home.