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No fear. That sounds like heaven.
Our pocket of Montana is a wild place. My father taught me I was worth the same as a man, but he never shied away from telling me I’d have had an easier life if I’d been born male. He taught me to ride and shoot, to defend myself, but I’m still half the size of most of the men in this room.
If I didn’t have Gerard Sovereign for protection, I’d be a deer among starving wolves.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
GERARD
She’s so desperate that night when I flip her onto her back and spread her legs, she gives in without saying a word. Her thighs clench when I dip my head to kiss her lower belly, she shudders and strains up towards my mouth.
I can smell how wet she is.
It’s the first time I’ve gone down on her in bed. There’s something luxurious about it. Outside, the wind howls through the trees. Inside, we’re warm, and there’s nowhere to be on a night like this but in bed together.
She sits up against the pillows and I push my face into her lap. Her pussy is so soft—I’m not used to things as soft and fine as her—and she builds slowly as I lick her clit. Her long fingers with her oval nails play with my hair and trace the tattoos and scars on my shoulders. The taste of her is sweet and I want it on my tongue forever.
Her toes curl and her thighs clench when she comes.
“Oh God,” she gasps.
She lays in bed afterwards and watches me undress. Her head is propped up on the heel of her hand and her eyes are distant.I wonder where she goes when she’s quiet like this. When I lay down with her, she shifts close and tentatively leans over.
I kiss her and her lower back arcs in. The taste of her mouth and the pomegranate scent of her shampoo fills my senses, reminding me I haven’t come. When I pull back, she follows my mouth. Hungry for more.
I fucking love the way she wants it.
Her hand wraps around my cock. Her fingers don’t meet as she starts jerking me off. Our eyes lock and I brush back her hair to kiss her again. Pleasure moves down my spine and before I can come on my stomach, I flip her onto her back and push the tip of my cock against the entrance of her pussy. I let out a low groan as I come. Filling her, putting my cum where it belongs.
She’s flushed when I pull back. When she moves to get up, I take her wrist and pull her back down.
“No, you leave it inside you,” I say quietly.
She’s flustered, pink cheeked, but not displeased. Her body curls up against my chest and I pull the blankets up to her chin.
The next morning, Westin and I get up earlier than usual and take the truck to Garrison Ranch. The sun is still cresting the mountains when I swing out of the truck and cross the driveway. Jensen, the head of the local construction crew of South Platte, breaks off from a group of his men and heads over.
“How’s it look?” Westin asks, coming up behind me.
Jensen pivots and waves a hand at the barn. “That’s all fucked. But the house is mostly fine except for the back section. Are you wanting us to tear that away and build onto it? Or do a restoration project?”
I squint, taking in the scarred exterior of the Garrison house.
“Restoration…right?” Westin glances at me.
I shake my head. “Tear it down.”
We circle the house and Jensen kicks at the charred back stoop. “What are you thinking you’ll put in its place?”
“I don’t mean tear down the damaged part,” I say. “I mean, tear the entire building down.”
They both reel back and stare at me, but I’m already circling the barn. Taking in the piles of charred wood, ash, and melted equipment.
“Sovereign,” Westin says, appearing at my elbow. “You might want to think about this before you do something like that.”
I glance up. “I own the mortgage. It’s my house.”
He steps in front of me, eyes narrowed. “It’s Keira Garrison’s house. If you do this, she’ll have nothing to go back to.”
