Chapter 9
CHAPTER NINE
RYAN
Every day for the last two weeks that we were apart, Jo and I spoke. My days stretched endlessly, but they felt incomplete without our conversations. We often shared dinners over the phone, the sound of clinking utensils and soft laughter bridging the distance between us.
“What are you and our daughter having for dinner?” I asked one night.
“Are you going to be disappointed if it’s a boy?”
Honestly, I didn’t care one way or the other. All that mattered to me was the health of the baby and ensuring Jo had a safe and smooth delivery.
“Of course not. I just know it’s a girl.”
Sharing meals over the phone became a cherished ritual, a way to stay connected and ensure that Jo was eating well.
I was deeply grateful to Amara for delivering meals to her.
My Sunshine’s culinary skills were limited, and she struggled to prepare certain dishes she craved.
I was relieved that she didn’t have to go without the foods she enjoyed.
I parked my vehicle at the airport and waited inside the terminal for Jo near the baggage carousel.
The scent of coffee from a nearby kiosk mingled with the faint smell of cleaning products, and the hum of rolling suitcases on tiled floors echoed in the background.
I paced back and forth, wearing a hole in the floor, as I waited impatiently for her.
The sound of her heels clicking on the polished floor grew louder, and I grinned when I saw her.
She smirked at me, wrinkling her nose before breaking into a smile.
The warmth in her eyes matched the glow of her skin, and I couldn’t help but notice how much more beautiful she looked than the last time we’d been together.
The last time I saw her, she was in bed, half asleep and half-naked under the covers. She lay there, her body partially exposed, her skin soft and inviting.
I couldn't help but think about how much I wanted to explore her, to take my time and savour every moment. Before we could get to my place, where I could strip her completely naked and lose myself in her, we needed to handle some business.
The first time Jo and I made love after she became pregnant, I wasn’t prepared for how her body had changed or how it would affect me.
Since then, I’ve taken time to understand how to navigate these changes, researching positions that prioritize her comfort and pleasure.
I’ve been eager to explore these new approaches, imagining the intimacy of curling around her from the side, moving slowly and deliberately, and savouring the fullness of her sensitive breasts and the warmth of her swollen clit.
I ate up the steps between us and pulled her into my embrace. God, my woman smelled good.
“You didn’t have to come all the way inside to meet me,” she insisted.
“I did. How were you going to get your bags?” My eyes narrowed at her.
“I packed light.” Her voice went high as she shrugged.
“Woman, you’re looking for a spanking.”
Jo’s eyes flashed like lightning, and she bit down hard on her bottom lip, her expression a mix of curiosity and desire. I found her reaction interesting, so we would have to revisit the topic, moving beyond the few smacks I had delivered to her ass.
Everything went smoothly when we went to the county registry to have our marriage recognised.
“I’ll take you to the Broken Stone Ranch tomorrow. I want to get back to my place and get you all settled in.”
“You don’t live on the ranch?” Jo inquired.
“I have a place to bunk down over at the ranch when I can’t make it to my house, but I want to take you home.”
I took pride in where I lived. Although we wouldn’t be living here, I hoped Jo would enjoy my space. I dropped her bags in the entrance and watched her reaction as she took in the open room.
The house was rustic, with dark wood accents and a vaulted ceiling that emphasized its spaciousness.
Large windows framed a spectacular view of rolling hills, inviting natural light to illuminate the interior.
The living area featured a cozy brick fireplace, flanked by armchairs and a huge L-shaped sofa, all resting on a plush, oversized rug.
The adjacent industrial-style kitchen boasted gleaming steel appliances and a spacious walk-in pantry.
A simple yet inviting dining area included a long wooden table with matching chairs.
Outside, a wide deck offered a serene escape, overlooking the tranquil landscape.
When I had this house built, I thought I had found a place to settle. Now I knew I could walk away from this location without a second glance backwards.
“Wow, it’s beautiful,” Jo complimented.
“Thank you.”
“The bedrooms are upstairs?”
“Yes.” I nodded. “Come here.”
I've caught my fair share of romantic movies, trying to impress some woman.
Until the moment I saw Jo standing, pregnant with our baby in my sanctuary, I never understood the line, “I need to kiss you.” Shit, it always sounded corny as hell.
But standing there, with her radiant glow and the curve of her belly, I needed to kiss her.
She sighed contentedly as I cupped her face and kissed her.
Thoughts of giving her a tour and getting her settled were forgotten, replaced by the overwhelming need to feel the welcoming warmth of her pussy wrapped around my dick.
I pulled her closer, my hands roaming possessively as she pressed into me, her body radiating heat.
“I’ve missed you,” I groaned.
“And I missed you too.”
My hand slipped beneath her dress, gliding over her silky-soft skin. My fingers traced the edge of her panties, easing them down and off her hips.
“Ryan,” she moaned softly.
“Yes, Sunshine, what do you need?” Her arousal was evident as I stroked her barely covered mons.
“You.” Her voice hitched.
Slowly, my middle finger delved between her plump folds and stroked into her core.
“Yes,” she whimpered.
Jo sounded so sweet; I added another finger.
Placing her hand on my shoulders, she held on, burying her head in the crook of my neck.
I could feel her tightening around me. Her breath hitched as I curled my fingers, finding the spot that made her tremble.
I obeyed her soft moans as they grew louder, urging me to go deeper, to take her higher.
Her walls gripped my finger in a vice-like grip as her essence flooded my digits.
“You are so fucking beautiful when you come,” I praised.
Slipping my fingers from her core, I couldn’t resist the urge to taste her essence on my fingers.
The salty-sweet tang of her arousal clung to my tongue, sending a shiver of satisfaction through me.
Fuck, she was delicious. My dick throbbed, hard and aching, desperate to feel the slick heat of her wet, tight pussy.
I spun her away from me, my grip firm as I guided her movements.
“Put your hands on the wall,” I commanded, my voice low and authoritative.
She complied, and I hiked up the skirt of her dress, exposing her to my gaze.
The sight of her, vulnerable and enticing, sent a surge of desire through me.
I unzipped my pants, freeing my length, which throbbed with anticipation.
She glanced over her shoulder, her eyes smouldering with a sultry look.
That was all the encouragement I needed.
I positioned myself, aligning my cock with her slick, inviting slit, ready to take her.
I thrust forward, burying myself deep inside her, the sensation of her tight heat enveloping me almost overwhelming. Her moan mingled with my groan as I began to move, my hips driving into her with a rhythm that matched the pounding of my heart.
Her back arched as I gripped her hips, pulling her closer with every thrust. The sound of our bodies colliding filled the room, a primal rhythm that drove us both closer to the edge.
Her breath quickened, and I could feel her tightening around me, a sign of her impending release.
I leaned forward, whispering in her ear, my voice rough with desire. “Come for me.”
Jo’s body tensed, and with a shuddering cry, she came undone around me, the waves of her release pulling me closer to my own climax. I followed her over the edge, my release spilling into her.
“You are a really good host.” Jo laughed after I helped her get cleaned up.
I carried her bags up to my bedroom, a space that felt deeply personal and private.
In showing her around, I felt a sense of ease, as though her presence there was meant to be.
Having Jo in my space felt natural, like something I had been waiting for.
It was the first time I had ever invited a woman into this bedroom, and it felt significant.
“Your place is so spacious. No wonder you suggested expanding the cottage or building a bigger one on the property.”
I worked out a deal with Amara to purchase her cottage for Jo. Unfortunately, it couldn’t be a surprise because Jo handled all the property transfers in Willowridge.
“I don’t mind the size of the cottage. I just figured that as the baby grows, she’ll…”
Jo rolled her eyes.
“…need lots of room to play.”
She pressed her hand to her belly. “Why do I have the feeling you are going to spoil this baby?”
“Spoil?” I shrugged. “I don’t know about that, but I will take care of our child and you. You’ll both have whatever you need and want.”
Jo gave me a tight smile, the way she often did whenever I hinted at our lives beyond co-parenting. I was content not to push, at least for now. I had a lot to prove to her before she could accept my vision of our future.
The next morning, I took her over to the Broken Stone Ranch. I introduced her to the owner, Big Terry, his daughter, Sally-Lois, and the ranch hands.
The initial meeting was awkward. Jo would have been furious if I had introduced her as my wife, but I’d be damned if I didn’t acknowledge her as mine.
I figured the way I had my arms wrapped around her waist and referred to her as “my Jo” conveyed the message I wanted to send.
Jo didn’t seem to mind, though her expression remained unreadable.
I could feel the tension in her body, but she didn’t pull away.
It was a minor victory, but one I was willing to take.
Any lingering tension from meeting everyone was forgotten when Jo met my horse. Jo’s face lit up with joy as she approached Vader.
“Ryan, he is beautiful. Can I ride him?” She gently reached out and stroked Vader's sleek, dark coat, her fingers moving with a soft, rhythmic motion.
I hesitated, knowing Vader’s unpredictable nature and how he only truly got along with me. He could be stubborn and difficult to manage, and I didn't want Jo taking any risks, especially in her current condition. “Absolutely not,” I answered without hesitation.
“Why not?” Her bottom lip jutted out in a pout, emphasizing her playful defiance.
She tilted her head slightly, a questioning look crossing her face as I raised an eyebrow and gestured toward her midsection with a subtle, pointed motion.
“Pregnant women ride all the time, and as a matter of fact, I was riding four days ago.”
“I have no problem with your riding a horse. We can get one picked out for you, but you can’t ride Vader.”
“But he is so sweet.”
Vader’s big-ass nickered softly, lowering his head to nuzzle her hand in a gesture of trust and affection. It was clear that the connection between them was instant and genuine.
It didn’t sway my decision. “The fuck he is. He is unpredictable. We aren’t taking any chances.”
Protecting Jo and the baby was the most important thing to me, and I was willing to do whatever it took to ensure their safety, even if it meant sacrificing my own desires or going against her wishes.
Her well-being and the safety of our child were my top priorities, and I was determined to protect them at all costs, no matter how difficult the choices might be.