Page 10 of Ride a Wrangler

“Holy shit,” I curse as he carefully applies the gel on my screaming flesh.” I’m branding the fuck out of you next time, goddamn.” I can’t help the ramblings as the pain singes my whole fucking body.

“You can’t ever change your mind now, Wrangler. Your ass is mine.”

“I think it’syourass that is mine now, Princess.” He has the nerve to chuckle, and I can’t stop the damn smile that covers my face as he wraps the burn with cling wrap.

I lean on my elbows on the counter, not really interested in getting up whatsoever. My body is wrung through, and despite previous daydreams, this brand hurts like a motherfucker.

Ten out of ten do not recommend doing it again.

Not that I necessarily had a choice in the matter. Oliver seems to have different plans as he swoops me up over his shoulder and goes to his bedroom. He lays me on my stomach.

I stare at Oliver, who grabs a clean t-shirt from his closet and dresses me in it, pecking me with quick kisses as he helps me get comfortable. He lies next to me as the morning sun rises.

“You’re leaving me now?” I ask. He doesn’t move, but if I wake up and he’s gone–

“I’ll be here forever. You’re mine now, Princess, and you won’t be able to forget it.”

I smile, leaning in to kiss him. This time I can feel the difference as he snuggles into me, carefully pulling me over him. I lean up and kiss him, savoring the taste of our night together. His hands grip my face, and I can feel him getting excited again against my stomach.

Breaking away from his kiss I chuckle. “I can definitely say I’ve ridden a wrangler.”