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"Thanksgiving is for family, Rowan," she whined.
"Isha and Flora are my family."
"Oh, please," she scoffed. "You're going to bring every slut—"
"Shut up, Caitlyn," I cut her off. "You use that word about her or anyone in front of me again, we're going to have problems."
"Like what?"
"Caitlyn, cut it out," Ace spoke up. "Rowan, it'll be fine. I'm happy that she's agreed to come here."
"God, Ace, do you have a spine at all?" Caitlyn barked at him.
Ace shrugged. "No, Caitlyn, you whipped it out of me, remember?"
I knew what Caitlyn's problem was. Isha was beautiful, and it made her feel insecure. But she could go fuck herself.
My father had left everything to me in his will. He'd left an annual stipend for Deb and one for Ace when he turned eighteen. But that was it. Ledger Ranch was mine and mine alone. In my will, I'd structured it so that if I didn't have any heirs, the ranch's income would go into a trust. I'd made sure that Ace, Deb, Amy, and Carla were taken care of, and recently, I'd talked to my lawyer about adding Isha and Flora to my will. But I had to talk to Isha about it first. She'd fucking freak out if I did that without telling her. And we'd had enough misunderstandings that I wanted to be transparent with her about everything I did. I didn't want any secrets between us.
"Deb, Ace, Caitlyn, the girls. Maybe Caitlyn's parents."
She sighed.
"Isha, we can have our own Thanksgiving here if you want. We don't have to go to the main house."
"You'll miss Amy and Carla."
"I'll see them later or before. It's not a concern. We can also have Thanksgiving with Clay and the others in the bunkhouse."
She tilted her head and let out a deep breath. "How about we do dinner at the main house and pie at the bunk house?"
"If you're sure. I'll do anything you want."
Flora came into the living room, set Isha's phone on the coffee table, and snuggled into her mother. She tugged at my arm so I could wrap it around her.
I held them both close as we sat on the couch with Flora talking about what she was looking forward to doing the next day.
That night, as I lay in the bed I had longed for Isha in for so many nights, even before I saw her in New York six months ago, it felt like the universe had answered all my prayers when she arrived.
She came out of the bathroom in one of the terry robes I'd made sure was there in her size.
"I can't believe how lucky I am," I told her, my heart full.
"You're definitely getting lucky tonight." She unwrapped the robe. The white of the robe against the brown of her skin was fucking magic.
“With you, I'm lucky every night."
She dropped the robe and stood naked in front of me. I lifted the duvet. “Get in.”
She slid in and straddled me. There was mischief glinting in her eyes. I put my hands on her slender waist, squeezed, and then slid them down to her hips.
She kissed me, and then slid down. She crawled off of me, and I watched as she licked the tip of my erection. She took the weeping head into her mouth, and I closed my eyes.
“Fuck, yeah, Isha.”
Every time she blew me was better than before. There was an unpracticed sweetness about how she did it, which was erotic as hell. She licked me like I was a lollipop, and then sucked me. She’d take me deep, and then suckle the tip. She’d take my balls in her mouth. She disarmed me.
Every time I was grateful for what she gave me, she’d give me more. I loved having her here in Montana. I loved that Flora was sleeping in the room next door. How the fuck was I going to survive when they went back to New York?
