Chapter 20 Rogue
Rogue
Ahead, the river that winds through the Heart ranch comes into view. Trees line the sandy bank, but the water runs crystalline over the large, smooth rocks that make the bed of the river.
Limestone shelves worn by the water’s passage break the surface here and there, guiding the river into a pool.
Burke dismounts. “The horses won’t wander.”
Our security detail slides off his horse and starts checking out the area with the cowboy for backup.
Not that there’s much out here to be worried about.
A snake or two maybe. Wild animals are a possibility, but Burke always carries a rifle.
Those dangers don’t seem real in comparison to what we’ve put behind us.
The rest of us dismount, and the horses take it as permission to pull bits of greenery from the earth at their feet.
Ivy strokes her horse’s neck and rests her cheek against it while she whispers soft words.
Looks like I’m buying my bride a horse as one of her wedding gifts. I’ll talk to Burke about having the palomino transported to L.A. Although I should find somewhere to stable the horse first.
Davis returns and signals it’s all clear before he finds a shaded spot from which to keep an eye on the group.
“Got some cattle over yonder to check on.” Burke moves downstream.
Dizzy abandons her cowgirl boots on one of the limestone shelves warming in the sun. Sitting down, she dangles her feet.
She shrieks as her toes dip into the water.
West’s shoulders shoot up like he’s a Doberman who heard a gunshot. “What is it?”
“It’s freezing.” She giggles.
“You’re a pain in my ass,” he grumbles as he strides toward her.
She leans down and drags her fingers through the water, scooping enough up that when she flings it in his direction droplets coat the bottom of his jeans.
He snares her chin with his hand, tipping it up until she’s looking in his eyes. “Careful.”
“Don’t be such a stick-in-the-mud,” she taunts him, but then pats the stone by her thigh. “Come join me.”
Grumbling, he pushes the sleeves up on his black Henley, revealing sleeves of tattoos before he lowers himself down next to her.
“Shall we find a spot?” Ivy scans the riverbank.
As intimate and organized as we’ve kept this wedding trip…
as much as Adira, Summer and the others are doing to keep everything running smoothly…
it’ll be hard to find a moment for just Ivy and me until we leave for our honeymoon.
We both need a moment that’s just us. Away from the stress and the never-ending list of details that need to be taken care of. “Want to sneak away, baby?”
“Alone?” Ivy leans into me.
“Yeah, baby.” I capture her hand and lift her knuckles to my lips. “Just you and me.”
And our security at a distance. He’ll give us privacy and safety at the same time. When she nods, I indicate Davis should follow at a discreet distance. There probably isn’t a safer place for us, but the need to keep Ivy protected is always there.
Ivy and I wander along the riverbank, away from the rest of our riding party. Including Burke and his cattle. The shade from the trees doesn’t take long to block the others out.
Davis does his thing and blends in, leaving us for the most part alone.
We step around spread roots where grassy tufts break through the sand.
Our love will be like these tree roots, buried deep inside the earth, so no matter what happens in the future we’ll be able to withstand it together. I promise to spend every day growing those roots—
“How likely is it that Burke would let me ride her to the ceremony?” She asks. “I’m sure I could manage it in my dress.”
“What?” The horse. Of course. Stopping, I tug her back against my chest when she tries to take another step. Wrapping an arm around her waist, I kiss her temple. “My love is smitten, aren’t you?”
“A little,” she concedes.
“And if I buy her for you?” I scrape her hair to one side and lick that spot below her ear, her blackberry perfume and sugar cookie shampoo assaulting my senses. God, I love that smell and the way she tastes.
She twists in my arms, giving me easy access to her mouth. Her naked gaze stares into mine with total openness and honesty. No walls. No secrets to hide. No fear.
She bites her lip as mischief lights her up from inside. “Well, I’d have to thank you properly of course.”
Slipping my tongue between her lips, I lick up her sweetness before pulling back. “And that would entail?”
She trails a hand down my chest to the belt on my pants. Digging her fingers in behind the leather she gives it a tug that sends all the blood rushing to my cock. “Getting on my knees.”
“You know that’s not why—”
“You spoil me because you love me. I suck your cock because I love the way you taste on my tongue.” She lowers to her knees in front of me.
“Christ, baby.” I capture her jaw and run my thumb over her bottom lip. “But you don’t need to do that. Not now. Not here.”
“I want to.” She slips the leather through the brass buckle. Unhooks the button and tugs down my zipper. Wiggling my jeans down, she frees my cock and captures it with her hand.
I hiss in pleasure when she runs her palm up and down my length a couple times. I will never get enough of her hands on my body. Of how sexy she is when she opens her mouth to take me.
I drag my shirt over my head and drop it on the ground. I don’t want it tampering with this view.
Her mouth is hot and soft and wet. Her lips tighten around me as she draws me in before sliding back.
“Fucking hell. That feels good. So right.” I am going to spend the rest of my life enjoying this woman and loving every minute of it. “Your mouth is amazing, baby.”
She surges forward, taking me deeper. And then taking me all the way to the back of her throat.
And isn’t that a black out kind of perfection? It makes my calf muscles tremble. I wind my fingers in her hair, twisting it into my fist and guiding her movements as she takes me at the pace I set with my hips.
She hums around me as her fingernails dig into my thighs. Her eyes water, but she’s too greedy to back off. She won’t stop until she’s drained me.
But I’m a greedy bastard.
Ever since she told me a couple days ago that she wants to have my baby, and that she was due to be in the middle of her cycle on this trip, I’ve become obsessed with filling her with my seed.
“I want more than your perfect mouth around my cock. I want that pretty pussy dripping on me. I can smell your arousal from here.”
She moans, squeezing her knees together.
Her hand and mouth working in tandem are almost impossible to resist, but filling her, trying to get her pregnant while that window of opportunity is open.
.. I pull my cock free of her lips and shove my pants all the way down.
Kicking off the tangle of boots and denim I lay out my clothes on the sand and then reach for her.
She helps me get her naked, and I add her shirt and pants to mine before I lay her down on them. Fuck. She’s an angel and a vixen as those doe eyes gaze up at me. She’s my present, my future, my life.
Heaven is right here, in this moment.
“What is it?” She cups my face with both hands as I stare down at this woman who holds my heart. “What are you thinking?”
With my throat clogged with emotion, I can’t find the words to tell her exactly how much she means to me.
These feelings are bigger than those three tiny words.
They’re much more specific, but far more than I can articulate.
They’re pain and pleasure. Heartache and happiness.
They’re an ache inside me so full it hurts but can never be filled to the point that it’s enough to want to let go.
Yeah, my brothers would tell me I’m pussy whipped. I’m cheesy. But Ivy Love changed me from someone who never wanted intimacy or connection to a man who craves it.
I shake my head and lean in to kiss her as I slip my hand between her thighs and find her as wet as I suspected she’d be. “You’re my everything.”
“Rogue Maddox,” she whispers as I spread her thighs with my knee and lower myself over her. “The look on your face and the way the blue in your eyes changes, getting slightly deeper, I know you’re in your head.”
“I love you. That’s all. That’s everything.”
“Rogue, I—” She arches her back when I find her clit with my thumb. I roll it over the bundle of nerves until she releases a needy whimper. “Get me pregnant.”
“Fuck.” I squeeze the head of my cock and press my thumb over the slit to stop the pre cum already leaking. “That’s exactly what I’m going to do.”
Now. Or on our honeymoon. I won’t quit trying until she gets the baby she wants. That we both want. A family of our own. God, that’s a new emotion I’ve discovered since she handed me her birth control. Me, obsessed with the idea of planting my seed inside her.
Until her, I never gave the future much thought. She’s the reason I imagine my life five years from now. Ten. Twenty. The reason I want to spend that time building a home, a family, a life together.
Fifty or sixty years from now when we’ve lived our lives and it’s time to say goodbye... she’ll be the one whose hand I hold... the last face I’ll see... and I’ll do it knowing we’ve lived the full life we wanted, including wedding bands and babies.
“Every last drop is going in that tight pussy.” I line up the head to her entrance and push inside an inch. That’s better. Our mingling arousal is slick when I slide deeper.
I fuck into her slow and measured, revelling in the way she sucks me in deeper. Enjoying the sting of her nails digging into my shoulders and then my ass as she searches to get closer.
“Going to come deep inside this pussy. Want to give my boys the best chance of making our baby.”
She whines as she leaves grooves in my ass and curves her pelvis to meet my thrust. “Why is that hot?”
“Because we’re making something special, baby. Something that’s you and me. We’re tying ourselves together in a way that can never be severed.”
“God.” Her eyes roll back as her neck arches.