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We lay together, Ranger’s hard cock still inside my tender womanhood, both of us recovering after seeing stars. It was an intimate and perfect moment, and although I want to speak, I’m also utterly spent and exhausted. Before I realize it, we fall asleep in each other’s arms, naked and spent.
The next morning, I wake up sore from our night of lovemaking. I can smell my lover on the sheets, and on me. His musky, masculine scent makes me heady and I want to nuzzle him and get more of him into me.
Languidly, I reach my hand around the bed, feeling for Ranger. When I realize he’s not there, I open my eyes, startled to find myself alone.
Oh no, I sit upright, clutching the sheets to my chest.Did I scare him away?What was I thinking?“Stupid, stupid!” I whisper to myself.
But then, to my relief, I hear the sound of hammering and peek out the window to see Ranger in the yard, putting together some fence posts.
He didn’t leave!
I smile at the realization that my lover not only stayed, but if last night was any indication, we might actually have a connection. It’s deep and true, and physical as well as emotional. Happiness fills my heart as I sneak a look out the window again, a sense of well-being seeping through my veins. Ranger is shirtless, his muscles bulging and glistening in the already hot sun. He moves through his work naturally, at ease with the task at hand.
I settle back on against the pillows, feeling light-hearted for the first time in ages.
How did I get this lucky?
I shake my head at the crazy situation. I was struggling for so long and of all the people to accidentally find their way to my farm, it was Ranger. Strong, knowledgeable, and a sexy as sin cowboy.
Good with his hands too. And his mouth. And tongue. And c cock.
I squeal like a schoolgirl at the naughty thought.So this is what it’s like to feel happy? The thought is bittersweet though. I’ve been alone for so long, fighting to survive, missing my loved ones, and now, I have a sense of hope. A sense that maybe,just maybe, I can get through all of these hurdles.
My little daydream is interrupted by the ding of the clock on the bedside table, chiming the hour.Eight in the morning?
How cow, I slept in?
I genuinely can’t recall the last time I woke after six a.m.
It’s because of Ranger,I realize. I haven’t had someone looking out for me for a long time, and he makes me feel safe and comfortable. More than safe, if I’m being honest. I feel like I have someone I can count on, someone who knows what he’s doing and seems to enjoy it.
Elated, I climb out of bed and take a shower, letting my mind wander to the intimate moments from the night before. After I get dressed, I head downstairs to the kitchen. To my delight, there’s fresh coffee in the thermos and a note from Ranger.
‘Darcy. I already took care of the milking the cow, and put out a fresh bale of hay for the mare. Garden’s been watered. Coffee’s hot. See you at lunch. – Ranger.’
I grin ear to ear.He let me sleep inanddid most of my chores for me?What a keeper!
Wait a minute, what am I doing? How can I be thinking these things when this man is still a stranger to me? I suppose Ranger doesn’t feel like a stranger anymore, and that’s why I’m so happy. The intimacy has done wonders for my well-being and I smile again to myself.Well, let’s just cross that bridge when we get to it, I decide. I want to enjoy this rare morning of pure and utter joy.
Pouring a mug of the hot coffee, I head to the chicken coop to gather eggs and spread their feed. After that, with my man off taking care of the big projects, I find myself having time to conquer some of the little tasks that usually get overlooked. I sweep the porch, wash the sheets, dust the furniture, and even manage to make another pie for us to enjoy after supper.
Within a couple of hours, and for the first time in a while, I have nothing I absolutelyhaveto do. So I do something I want to: curl up with a good book while I wait for my man to come home for lunch. It’s a level of tranquility I haven’t experienced in a long time, and I settle in with a happy sigh … dreaming of Ranger and halfway in love already.
8
RANGER
Sitting high up on the tractor, I look across the land that comprises the Fields Farm. It’s a good lot, reliable and fertile.
In desperate need of tending. I smile at the thought, thinking about last night’s activities.Just like I tended to Darcy.
There’s no denying that last night was special, and not just because I’d taken her girlhood.No.
The truth of the matter is that I’m starting to feel something for the Fields girl and – try as I might to repress it – the emotion is only getting stronger. I’m nervous because I care about her, and depending on how she learns the truth about me, she might not feel the same.
Son of a bitch. I curse myself. The noon sun is hot, and I wipe sweat from my brow with my kerchief. I’m ready to go in the house for lunch, but part of me is nervous.
You don’t get nervous, Ranger.This is unlike you.
