Page 28 of The Rancher

I thrust slow and deep, making her body jerk with every hard stroke. “My sweet pretty girl turns me into a fucking sex maniac who can’t get enough. This hot pussy is mine. Mine to adore every day forever. Mine to please and fuck and worship and⁠—”

“Stone!” she screams, coming so hard she actually stops breathing for a few seconds.

Somehow I manage to flip her, wrapping her legs around my hips as I drive deep, pounding her into her brand-new hardwood floor. “Fuck yeah, baby. Keep coming all over my cock. Just like that.”

I didn’t think I had anything left inside me, yet I come again, sending what feels like another full, hot load deep into Remy’s perfect pussy. My growling groan comes out mangled as I choke for air, the orgasm squeezing my balls, my spine, every inch of my body until I finally collapse on top of her.

I can’t move for a full minute, then roll to the side, holding her against me.

“That was intense,” she whispers. Then she smiles shyly. “I love when you get super possessive like that. And bossy.”

I roll my eyes dramatically, making her laugh. “Oh, sure. I suggest you work less, and you shut me down. I beg to buy you a house, and you ignore me. But if I demand that you ride my cock, suddenly you’re all excited to obey me.”

We collapse into laughter, and I snuggle her in my arms. “Okay, if I’m still allowed to be bossy, I say after we shower I’m going to make dinner while you soak in the tub.”

“I like the sound of that.” Her head jerks up. “Oh hey – once I’ve gotten my nest egg saved up, I could buy a hot tub for the big house!”

“We can think about that, sure.”

We grow quiet, taking a two-minute nap. My mind is already racing about getting my girl a hot tub. I’ll build a covered porch off the side hallway with sliding doors. We can soak outside in the summer, and somewhat inside in the winter.

I can have it done in a few weeks. Maybe less.

I know Remy will want to help, so I’ll let her buy the thermometer or something. Or a rubber duckie float.

I can already hear her saying “no fair”, but she already knows that I’m an outlaw horse thief. I’ll break all the rules when it comes to spoiling my precious girl.

EPILOGUE TWO

REMY

* Four Years Later *

I honestly think my heart might explode.

"It's okay, buddy, I've got you." Stone lifts our two-and-a-half-year-old into his arms before slowly approaching Prince. "Do you see that smile in his eyes? I think he’s saying hello."

Feeling safe in his daddy's arms, Drew smiles. His eyes go wide when the horse snorts at him. Stone chuckles. "He's just checking you out. Want to give him a little pat?"

He demonstrates how to run a hand across the shoulder, and Drew eagerly leans in to have a try. "He's so soft!"

"Yeah. You see how he likes that?"

"Yeah."

“You wanna pet his nose?"

"Yeah!"

He copies his daddy, lightly petting Prince, giggling when the horse tries to snuffle his wrist. I watch from the nearby golf cart as Stone pulls a carrot from his pocket, helping Drew feed the horse.

Unicorn comes trotting over to see what's going on, then comes straight toward me. He nods, looking me up and down as Stone and Drew come over to pet him as well. With his huge heart, Stone has gone on to rescue so many more horses in the time that we’ve been engaged and now married, but those first two still feel like “mine”.

Unicorn keeps staring at me. I shift, turning on the bench seat and rubbing a hand over my extended belly. He snorts, and I swear he nods, understanding I'm pregnant.

Drew laughs from his perch in Stone's arms. “Is he saying hi to my little sister?"

"I think so, buddy."