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I put my keys in the bowl by the door and took off the raincoat, hanging it up. Yesterday Pete and I had finally bought that minivan he’d been talking about. It was a used Toyota Sienna, which he thought was fitting because Sienna, Sierra… Well, I was just happy I didn’t have to try to park his truck any longer.
Buying the van was the first step of many when it came to organizing our new life together. I was free, and the notarized letter I’d just picked up at the post office only made that clearer.
I leaned against the kitchen island, tucking my hair behind my ears as I stared down at the letter. It was from my parents’ lawyer, and I knew what was inside before opening it.
I ripped it open and scanned the page, smirking to myself. It was their last-ditch effort to get me to come back to whatever hell they had planned for me.
I was being disinherited, which didn’t come as a surprise. I’d had no idea that I had shares of my parents’ business, or the exact amount of the trust fund, or whatever they’d called it to sweeten the deal. But what surprised me most was that they weren’t able to take back the shares without penalty.
A check for one hundred thousand dollars, plus some change, floated onto the countertop. I peered down at it, surprised and somewhat smug that they hadn’t been able to totally skirt the laws set in place to protect my own investments, even if these shares had been bought in my name when I was a child.
They were buying me out.
I’d happily sign away my rights to my family’s name.
Plus, Pete and I had our eyes on some property near the Hallston Ranch.
I left the check and papers on the table and went to change out of my too-tight jeans and top. I was really starting to round out now, my belly feeling tight and hard and growing with each passing day. It was crazy to think I was halfway through my pregnancy already, that four months has gone by since I came back to Pete and Hot Springs.
I heard Pete’s truck pulling into the parking lot outside and smiled to myself. I didn’t need their money. I didn’t need their approval, or their blessing.
I just needed him.
He came inside in a rush of cold air and rain.
“It’s a mess out there,” he griped, shaking off the moisture like a big, fluffy dog. “I don’t think we’re going up to Grant and Moira’s for dinner tonight, not in this weather.”
“Well, we’ll just have to find something else to do then,” I said with a cat-like grin as I approached him. I unzipped his jacket but my fingers lingered on his chest.
He arched a brow, rain dripping off his hair. “Oh? What did you have in mind?”
“Well, I need to warm you up before you freeze to death.” I smiled, running my hands down the length of his torso.
“How do you propose to do that?”
“That depends,” I mused, my finger sliding along his belt. “How quickly can you get out of these wet clothes?”
He loosed a ragged breath thick with anticipation that had my breath catching in my throat. He dropped his jacket to the ground and took off his shirt, muscles hard and gleaming in dim light overhead. He was on me in an instant, his arms wrapping around me as he lifted me up and pressed me against the wall with my legs wrapped around his waist. He kissed me—hard and deep and hot and wet. I tangled my fingers in his hair, opening my mouth to his and pulling me closer, deepening the kiss.
“Sierra,” he rasped, grinding against me. “I want you.”
“Then take me,” I whispered against his neck.
He growled low in his throat, pressing into me hard. I clutched his shoulders and held on while he unzipped his pants and shoved them down over his thighs.
His hand cupped and kneaded my core over my underwear. I was soaked already, hot and desperate for his touch with nothing in the way. I moaned his name, rocking my hips against his hand while he teased and taunted me with his fingers. Finally, he slipped his finger into my underwear and shuddered at how drenched I was for him.
“Please,” I whimpered over his lips. “Pete!”
He was enjoying this too much to hurry, I realized. Pete, while a changed man, was still the same cocky, arrogant, puffed-up bad boy he’d always been. He smirked at me, then took my lower lip between his teeth as he dragged his finger through my folds. I gasped, but he stole the sound with a heated kiss that had my toes curling.
But then he gripped my ass and pulled me off the wall, carrying me into the kitchen. He swept his arm over the kitchen island, sending whatever clutter was there falling to the floor.
The hundred-thousand-dollar check fluttered the ground like it was nothing more than a discarded piece strip of paper worth nothing.
I was on my feet now, clawing desperately at him as he deepened the kiss. My hand wrapped around his rigid cock, gliding up and down his length. He groaned, taking my face between his hands as he kissed me.
Then he flipped me around so I was facing the island, my palms planted on the granite surface.
