Page 266 of Cowboy Daddies

By the time he was settled inside her, they were both breathing heavily.

Casey wrapped her arms and legs around him, letting him set the pace. Slow. Then fast. Harder. Then soft and sweet.

She could hardly keep up and when he reached between them to play with her clit it didn’t take much to push her up over that edge. A cry escaped that he had to mask with his mouth. But that just made it even better as she shook through the orgasm.

That. Was. Amazing.

And then he started moving again. This time fast and hard which sent more waves of pleasure through her.

Finally, he drove deep, letting out a low moan as he came inside her.

Ten minutes later, she was tucked in safely next to him. He’d made her stay in bed while he’d grabbed a wet cloth to clean her up. Which had been slightly embarrassing.

But now all she felt was taken care of.

Loved.

That was all she’d ever wanted. To have someone love her.

“You said that good things come to those who wait. Well, I’m so glad I waited for my good thing. Because you and Wyatt were definitely worth waiting for.”

Epilogue

Two months later . . .

“No, Daddy, don’t want to eat soup. I want ice cream!” Casey demanded as Jeb placed the tray of food on the nightstand next to the bed.

“Too much sugar is what got you into this trouble in the first place,” he said sternly as he sat on the bed facing her. “Remember what Max said.”

“Max knows nothing! He’s a lying liar. I think he might be a sadist.”

“He’s a dentist, not a sadist. He really gave you some good drugs, didn’t he?”

She huffed. “Not that good, I still heard him going on about how too much sugar isn’t good for you. Blah. Blah. You know, you think he would like sugar! It probably keeps him in business.”

“Ahh, so you’re saying that sugar does lead to tooth decay.”

“What? No! I never said that! Now, you’re a lying liar.”

“Be careful, little girl. Just because you had some dental work, doesn’t mean that I can’t smack your bottom.”

“Daddy, nooo,” she cried. “That’s just mean.”

He gave her a stern look and picked up a bib. Where did that come from? Ooh, it was an alligator bib with a bit at the bottom that caught all the food.

“Where did that come from, Daddy? I’m not a baby. I don’t need a bib.”

“I thought you might need it when you’re eating. It’s cute, right?”

“Really cute. But you don’t have to keep buying me stuff, Daddy. You just got me that awesome alligator dressing gown.” And she loved it.

These past two months had been the best months of her life. She’d settled into the ranch without too many hiccups. Well, a few hot bottoms, but that just seemed to be her life now.

Their first big argument had been about her car. Jeb had told her that he would be buying her a new one because hers was unsafe.

She’d told him no.

Guess who’d won?