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"I’ve missed you too," I replied, my voice raw with emotion.
She lay beneath me, her nipples hardening in the cool air. I couldn't resist the urge to take one into my mouth, swirling my tongue around the sensitive peak. She gasped, her hands tangling in my hair as she arched her back, pressing herself closer.
I moved lower, kissing a trail down her stomach, stopping at the waistband of her jeans. I unbuttoned them slowly, pulling the zipper down with a deliberate slowness that had her biting her lip in anticipation. As I slid her jeans and panties down her legs, I was greeted by the sight of her glistening center. She was already wet, her arousal evident and intoxicating.
I couldn't wait any longer. I knelt before her, my mouth finding her pussy, tasting her sweetness. She moaned, her hips bucking against my face as I licked and sucked, my tongue delving into her folds. Her taste was intoxicating, her reactions driving me wild.
"Danny," she gasped, her voice breathy and desperate.
I stood, my own arousal straining against the fabric of my jeans. She reached for my belt, her fingers deftly undoing the buckle and sliding the leather strap free. She unbuttoned my jeans and pulled down the zipper, her hand brushing against my hard length. A shiver of pleasure ran through me as she freed my cock, her touch sending sparks of desire through my body.
She took me in her hand, stroking my length with a slow, deliberate rhythm that had me groaning in pleasure. Her touch was both teasing and firm, her fingers wrapping around my shaft with a perfect pressure that made me ache for more.
"I want you," she whispered, her eyes dark with desire.
I guided her to the bed, laying her down gently. I positioned myself over her, my cock brushing against her wet center. I could feel the heat radiating from her, the slickness of her arousal coating the tip of my member.
"Are you ready?" I asked, my voice thick with need.
"Yes," she breathed, her legs wrapping around my waist, pulling me closer.
I pushed into her slowly, savoring the feeling of her pussy stretching around my cock. She was tight and wet, her walls gripping me with a delicious pressure that made me want to lose control. I moved slowly at first, each thrust deep and measured, wanting to make this last.
She moaned beneath me, her hands clutching at my back, her nails leaving red trails on my skin. Her hips moved in time with mine, meeting each thrust with a desperation that mirrored my own. I could feel her body trembling, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps as we moved together.
"Danny," she gasped, her voice filled with pleasure. "I'm so close."
I increased my pace, driving into her harder and faster. Her moans grew louder, her body arching beneath me as she teetered on the edge of release. I could feel her pussy clenching around my cock, her wetness making each movement smoother, more intense.
With a cry, she came, her body shaking with the force of her orgasm. The sight and sound of her pleasure pushed me over the edge, and with a few more thrusts, I followed her, spilling into her with a groan of satisfaction.
We lay together, our bodies entwined, our breathing slowly returning to normal. I held her close, the feel of her skin against mine grounding me, reminding me of why I was fighting so hard to protect her and the ranch.
"I love you, Heather," I whispered, my voice barely audible.
She looked up at me, her eyes shining with emotion. "I love you too, Danny."
At that moment, I knew that no matter what happened, we would face it together.
Chapter Thirty-Six
Heather
Ilay there, wrapped in the warmth of the bed, feeling Danny's steady breathing next to me. Last night had been one of emotions and revelations, and despite the looming danger, I felt a sense of calm with him beside me.
I slipped out of bed carefully, not wanting to wake him. Padding quietly to the kitchen, I started a pot of coffee, the rich aroma filling the air. As I waited, I couldn't shake the feeling that there was something more to discover, something that could finally piece together the scattered fragments of my aunt's life and death.
The old farmhouse had plenty of nooks and crannies, places where Aunt Dina might have hidden important documents. I had avoided her study for too long, afraid of what I might find or the emotions it would stir. But today, I felt ready.
I took a sip of the steaming coffee, letting its warmth steady me, and made my way to the study. The door creaked open, revealing the room that had remained mostly untouched since her passing. Dust motes danced in the beams of sunlight, and the faint smell of old paper and leather filled the space. I took a deep breath and began my search.
Drawers, shelves, and the old roll-top desk held a treasure trove of papers, but most were mundane—bills, correspondence, and ranch records. I was starting to lose hope when I noticed a small, locked box tucked away on the top shelf of the bookcase. My heart raced as I brought it down, the old padlock rusty but intact. Determined, I rummaged through the desk until I found a tiny key hidden in the back of a drawer. It fit perfectly.
The box creaked open, revealing a stack of notebooks and loose papers. Flipping through them, I realized they were detailed records of suspicious activities around the ranch—dates, times, descriptions of people and vehicles. My aunt had been keeping tabs on everything. The last entry was chilling: "Meeting with Tom. Urgent."
A cold dread settled over me as the pieces began to fit together. Dina had discovered the drug operation and had been trying to gather evidence. She must have been killed because she knew too much. I swallowed hard, the reality of it all hitting me like a punch to the gut.
I hurried back to the kitchen, where Danny was just waking up, rubbing his eyes and reaching for the coffee. His gaze sharpened when he saw the look on my face.
