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I played with the edge of the blanket. “Well, I sold everything when I inherited the place because the cattle reminded me of my parents. Seeing them every day only made my guilt ten times worse, and I couldn’t bear it. However…”
“However…”
After moving my hand to his cheek, I said, “A certain guy helped me to realize I wasn’t the one at fault for the car crash. While some of the guilt still lingers, I think it’ll get easier for me to accept the truth over time.”
"I’ll make sure of it, Emmy. I’ll help you in any way that I can.”
I kissed his cheek. “I know. But that’s only part of the reason I’ve changed my mind.”
“Tell me the rest, love.”
His hand stroked my hip, and I relaxed a little. “Well, when I went inside the calving barn and saw what you’d done to the place, it reminded me of all the happy times I had with my parents. Times I would love to experience again, especially with you and maybe your kids too.”
“My kids would love it, for sure. And running a ranch would be my dream job. But what about your event and wedding business? I don’t think couples want to smell cow shit on their special day.”
I lightly smacked his chest. “It wouldn’t be right next to the barn. Besides, the Starry Evans Dairy Farm is one of my neighbors, so eau-de-manure is already there. The new ranch would have to be a much smaller operation than when I was a child—at least at first—until we learn how to balance everything.”
His hands tightened on my waist. “Want to know the truth?” I nodded, and he continued, “I’d already been thinking of buying your fallow pastureland and starting my own place. Oh, I didn’t have all the details figured out yet, but the one good thing I learned while living in Ridgefield was that I fucking love raising cattle and running a ranch. I need the physical challenges, the interactions with the animals, the ability to try to be the best at something.”
I wrapped my arms around his neck. “So is that a yes, then?”
“A hell yes. I’d be honored to help you start it and raise the best damn cattle in all of Sonoma. Hell, all of California, if given enough time.”
“So you dream small, huh?”
He chuckled. “Well I have one of my dreams sitting in my lap right now, so I need a new one.”
“West.”
After kissing me briefly, he replied, “But I do have to make sure of one thing—are you doing this because you want to? Or because you’re trying to make me happy?”
“Both. Because your happiness matters to me too.”
“Emilia.” He stroked my cheek a few times. “Damn, I love you.”
“And I love you.” He leaned in to kiss me, but I placed two fingers over his mouth. “Tell me first: Will you let me pay for the lawyers?”
He blew out a breath, and I removed my hand so he could reply. “It stings my pride a little, but I’d do anything for my kids. So yes, I’ll let you help me with the lawyers.”
I leaned forward until our faces were inches apart. “I think all of this requires a little celebrating.” I rocked against him, and West sucked in a breath.
One of his hands moved to my hip, over my belly, and then stroked between my thighs, pressing my jeans against my clit. I muffled a cry, finding it hard to concentrate on his words.
His husky voice made me shiver. “Most definitely. I think you should ride my cock right here, right now, and do your best to keep quiet.”
Heat flooded my cheeks. “Here? Outside?”
“Yes, Emilia. Take off your pants, take out my cock, and take me inside you.”
I could protest and try to be serious. But I knew even if I refused to have sex on the veranda, West would agree to let me help him.
And yet, anticipation ran through me. I wanted to do as he said. Every time he gave commands when it came to sex, it made me so wet.
After ensuring no one else was out on the veranda, I stood and stripped my jeans and underwear off. It was chilly, but as West stared at me, I barely noticed.
I slowly undid the fly of his jeans, reached inside, and took out his already hard dick. I stroked it a few times before he growled, “I want inside you. Now.”
Releasing him, I straddled his waist, took his cock again, and slowly sank down on him. He rubbed my thighs with his warm, rough hands, and it only sent more wetness between my legs. “Now, ride me, Emilia. Ride me hard.”
