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“Look at the ranch’s website, see what you think we should do. Mom hired someone, but it’s not getting the traffic she expected it would. The phone is ringing off the hook for orders, and it’d be a lot easier if she didn’t have to hold Case in one hand and the phone in the other.” The Johnson Ranch is known for its beef cattle. They offer shipping for processed cuts of meat on the side.
“Are you sure?” Lane slides his hands up farther, cupping my ass, squeezing me while bringing me closer.
“Yep, already talked to her about it earlier this morning when I stopped by. It just so happened the phone had already started ringingand she was ready to turn the ringer off and pull her hair out. You’d be doing her a favor.” My hands slide to his arms, feeling his muscles tighten as they continue their path until my wrists are on each of his shoulders, and my fingers are playing with his hair at the nape of his neck.
“Alright, I’ll need the password, and I’ll take a look and jot down notes. When you get back, we can ride over to the main house so I can chat with her.” I can see the crinkle in his eyes. Lane is going to tell me no, and I’m going to hold my own. “Lane, you can’t hold me captive. One phone call to your mom, and she’ll come over and pick me up herself,” I add for good measure.
My foot is ready to tap in annoyance, and then it all goes to shit when he says, “It’s not that I’m locking you away in my house and throwing away the key. I only need a few days, just the two of us. My family is going to converge on you and take all your attention. Sharing isn’t caring when it comes to you, Birdie.” Well, I guess when Lane puts it that way, it’s really sweet.
“Alright, I can see your side, but tomorrow evening? You still haven’t celebrated your birthday with your family, and I feel awful about that.”
“Maybe. Mom put food in the fridge. We’ll have that tonight. See how you’re feeling tomorrow and go from there. Think you can sit on my lap?”
“Yeah.” My voice changes tones, going from adon’t back downstanceto I’d get on my knees right now if you’d allow me. Instead, I use Lane. One knee goes to the outer edge of his hip, and he helps me until I’m sitting in his lap.
“Fuck, Birdie, the next time I have you like this, we won’t have a stitch of clothing on, and you’re going to ride my cock.” My center clenches, my eyes go hazy, and I’m lost in what I knew could very well happen right now if only Lane would allow it.
“Please.” I slide closer until my pussy is on top of his hard, thick cock.
“Soon,” Lane groans before his mouth meets mine and he shuts up any other pleas I could possibly bring up.
10
LANE
“Birdie, I’m home!”I walk through the door hours later. A door that is unlocked. I’ll have to change that. I close and lock the front door for the evening. The last thing I need is one of my brothers showing up unannounced, barging through the door, and seeing Birdie naked.
“In the bedroom!” she calls back. I take my boots off at the door, not wanting to track dirt through the house. Birdie would take it upon herself to sweep, vacuum, and mop, and that ain’t gonna happen anytime soon.
Today, when I left, I knew she’d be doing some work. What I didn’t expect was her to unpack everything already. I’m not going to complain unless she wore herself out. It’s nice to see our stuff mixed in together. There still isn’t much on the walls, but there are frames placed here and there.
One of the pictures is from years ago. She’s on the tailgate of my truck, arms wrapped around my neck, legs surrounding my hips. I’m leaning back into her. One of those moments, she came over with lunch. Mom was around and snapped the picture of the two of us smiling at the camera. I never did get a copy. Glad Birdie did. And with the way it’s framed, I’m thinking it's been like that all along.
My walk shows me she’s added a few other things, like a couple of vases, one on the coffee table, another on the counter, and I know exactly where the flowers came from. My woman is a lot like her momma. The Robertson women love the vibrant colors of Ellie’s fields, and it shows in both of our houses.
“Whatcha doin’, Birdie?” I ask as I walk down the small hallway. I’d honestly expected her to be at the kitchen table or in the living room, still working the day away. Truthfully, I’m glad she’s not. I’d much prefer her in bed, resting. I know the probability of that happening wasn’t likely.
“Just got out of the shower. Now I’m looking for something to wear.” The breath leaves me. She’s standing in the closet, wearing nothing but a towel. Birdie’s hair is down. Wet. And there are still a few droplets of water sliding down her chest when she turns to look at me.
“Birdie,” I groan. My hand grips the back of the neck of my shirt, pulling the cotton of my teeover my head. “Drop the towel, baby.” I was going to wait until she was completely healed, not even so much as a bruise on her body. I can’t. The need to take her is too deep. I’m not sure why I ever thought I could hold back. Last night should have told me that. Birdie consumes my every waking need, and I don’t care if I have to be gentle. I’ll make her stay perfectly still while we both chase our orgasm.
“Drop your jeans, Lane,” she counters.
“Fuck yeah.” I bring my foot up, sliding one sock off after the other. Birdie is waiting on me, keeping the status quo, but the second my hand pops open the button of my jeans, she lets the towel go, and while, yes, her torso is a mottled mess of colors, Birdie is fucking beautiful. “Gonna need you on the bed, Birdie, or I’m gonna take you against the wall.” My jeans drop to the floor, and I step out of them.
“I have no problem with that idea. Too bad I know you won’t.” She takes one slow step at a time as she walks toward me, the softness in her body and the slow sway of her hips captivating me with each step she takes.
“You gonna have a problem when I fuck my cum inside your bare pussy while you’re not on birth control?” Once she’s within reaching distance, the tip of my finger slides down the slope of her neck.
“Nope. I’m pretty sure we’ve wasted enough time.” Her hand wraps around my length, andthat’s all I can take. The last time I had her, condoms were involved for the most part, except that first and the last time. I wasn’t imagining it to go that far, so I didn’t have a condom on me. She was a virgin, and feeling her skin to skin, it took all I had to pull out well before I was ready to come inside her.
“You got that fuckin’ right. I can’t wait to watch your body grow with our child in your belly.” Her eyes turn to molten desire, her nipples pebble harder, her thighs squeezing together. “Need you on the bed.” I step back, losing her hand on my cock.
“Okay, Lane.” The back of her body is just as gorgeous as her front, and damn if I don’t want my face buried between her thighs as I use my mouth on her from behind.
“On your back, baby. I’m going to do the work, and you’re going to have to stay very still. Can you do that for me?” My hand takes the place hers was only moments ago, jacking my cock as I follow her. Fuck, her ass. I can’t wait to feel the tight clench of it around my length while I fuck her pussy with my fingers, watching how hard she flies apart with me taking her ass.
“I can get on my back, Lane, but I’m not making any promises about staying still,” she tosses over her shoulder. There isn’t a wince or so much as a tinge of pain around her eyes. She must really be feeling better. She’s probably staying up on pain relievers, too. All I’ve gotta dois make sure I don’t hurt her too much. It fucking sucks because when it comes to Birdie, I lose all sense of control.
