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“God fucking damn it, Dean,” I hear him say as I unlatch the gate and walk inside the pen with the black stallion. Goes to show you how much Juniper, our ranch nurse, has an effect on him. She doesn’t always give him the time of day. Law will run his mouth, usually in order to protect her from something he thinks will hurt her. She’ll get pissed, call him on his shit, and then storm out. It seems the tables are turning today because I have truly angered the bear. He turns around,stomping his booted feet and kicking up dust from the dirt ground. I’ve got him well and truly mad. Good. It’s about time he gets off his ass and goes after Juniper. If he takes too much longer, she’ll be done with his grump ass.
14
TULLY
Two Weeks Later
“Ugh,I don’t want to move.” I snuggle into his warmth. My back is to his front, and the only reason I’m remotely awake is because his internal alarm has Dean up when the sun rises. There’s also a predominant part of him that’s pressing into my ass. I’d usually take advantage of his offer, but sleep is winning, probably because I worked yesterday then was on call again last night. I stayed close to the clinic after eating dinner with Dean and his family. Call it an intuition or seeing the full moon hanging out in the dark sky. I knew it was going to be a wild night, and boy was it one for the books. One call after the other, one for a horse who sliced open a good size cut on the flank. I flushed the wound and sutured the six-inch laceration, making sure toput a drain in, and went on my way. I no sooner got in my vehicle than another call came through. This time, a sheep was lambing, her baby coming feet first. With the help from the farmer, his son, and myself, we were able to help the mom out before I was once again on my way. I was ready to call it a night, so I headed toward Dean’s since the phone was blissfully silent. Ten minutes away, and you guessed it, another call came in. This one thankfully didn’t take long, but the drive to and from was treacherous. I crawled into Dean’s bed around three o’clock in the morning only to be woken up a few hours later.
“You don’t have to. Get some more sleep. I’ll come back and wake you up when it’s time.” Dean’s raspy voice skates across my skin before he places a kiss against the nape of my neck, doing absolutely nothing in calming down my hormones that have since come awake.
“Dean.” I roll over to face him and throw my leg over his hip. His cold hand meets my hip, causing my body to shiver. I’m not used to how cold he likes his house, well, my house, too. That’s what we’ve been doing lately, shifting from one place to the next. The nights I’m on call, we stay at Dean’s. The nights I’m not, we’re at my place. He’s made a few comments about how much easier it would be to only have one house instead of two. I’ve pussy-footed around the subject because I know he’s right. I know down to my feet he is. Tell that to my ridiculousneed to be independent and have a fallback in place. Stubborn, that’s what I’m being. Honestly, I’m on the verge of agreeing with him. Except I haven’t told him. On my next day off, I’m going to pack all of my belongings and show up on his doorstep. It’ll be one hell of a surprise. It will also be funny to see how my girlie style will mesh with his what we’ll call cowboy eclectic style.
“Fuck me, Tallulah.” His thumb sweeps inside of my thigh while his other fingers tighten their grip. My body arches closer. Dean is naked, while I’m wearing one of his long-sleeve flannel shirts as a nightgown of sorts and socks that go over my knees. The one thing I do leave off is my panties. There’s something to be said about giving Dean easy access, and so far, it’s working in my favor.
“Fuck Tallulah. Yes, I agree with that statement.” I use my leg that’s wrapped behind his and move even closer, feeling his tip at my entrance. He pushes in slowly, holding himself back, and I am none too impressed.
“Yes, what, Tallulah?” Oh damn, he’s usingthatvoice.
“Yes, sir.” Ever since my little slip-up, Dean makes sure to let me know when he’s in charge, and in the bedroom is the one place I let go.
“It’s gonna be hard, and it’s gonna be fast.” I’m flipped over onto my back, and true to his word, in one solid thrust, he’s completely seated inside me. I gasp for breath, swearing to all that isholy he’s hitting my cervix. We’ve since dispensed of condoms, and yes, it was me who brought up the topic. There was no need for him to continue dealing with the mess when I’m protected and no doubt about it, we’ve been exclusive since the very beginning.
“Shit,” I breathe out, feeling the slightest pinch of pain that somehow morphs into the most pleasurable experience as he slowly pulls back and then rotates his hips while sliding back in.
“Unbutton your shirt, Tallulah. Wanna see what’s mine.” How exactly does he think I’m going to be able to work my fingers with the way he’s pounding away at my pussy? I start at the bottom but have a lot of trouble to even find the plastic disk. It’s no use. My hands drop to my sides, and I give up. My eyes drift closed, my head tips back, and all that’s left for me to do is hold the fuck on.
“Dean!” My closed eyes snap open on a thrust that moves my whole body. I have to use the palm of my hands on the headboard in order to not hit my head.
“That’s not what you call me in bed, sunshine.” His voice is demanding, and dear god, it’s too much, it’s all too much. This man, his voice, his presence, the way he dominates my body yet holds me after a long day. He is every single thing I never knew I needed. The tattoos along his chest and arm come to life with eachmovement of his body, giving me a porn show for me and only me.
“Sir,” I breath out quietly.
“Fuck yeah, sunshine. And this pussy is mine, you’re mine, and I’m fucking yours.” He doesn’t stop. I’m so lost in my own pleasure that the rendering of fabric pierces the air before the scattering of buttons hits the floor, and cool air greets my feverishly hot skin. “Took too fucking long, Tallulah,” he mutters as his head descends, and he wraps his lips around my nipple to suck on it deeply. Dean’s long and thick fingers engulf the cheeks of my ass, pressing in and holding me as each powerful force of his hips starts propelling me into an orgasm like no other.
“You’re mine, all mine.” He sits back up in order to keep his hard and fast pace. My ears ring, my body quivers, and I’m seeing freaking stars as I come. My hands drift to his thighs, holding on to him as his body locks tightly beneath the tips of my finger, and then I feel him. I feel each powerful jet of cum coat my insides, causing my pussy to clench down once again. He lowers his body, hand wrapping around the side of my neck as his lips attach to mine. This has to be the best way to wake up, and I can now see the added benefit of moving in with him even more. If I weren’t still in my probation period at work, I’d call out and spend my day moving my things over here. Sadly, life is a bitch, so I’ll have to wait a bit longer in order to pull offmy surprise.
“Quit thinking. You’re fucking up our mutual orgasms,” Dean grunts. I roll my eyes in response.
“Yes, sir,” I reply in a sarcastic tone.
“Sunshine, do I need to fuck the sass out of you again? One time wasn’t enough, I take it,” he says this as his cock hardens inside me.
“I mean, if you insist.” I wrap my arms around him, holding him as close as I can.
“I’ll get the horses fed, you get some more sleep, and I’ll wake you up with my cock.” I feel the presence of his lips coasting along my skin for a moment before it’s gone, taking his warmth with him.
“Okay.” He places the covers back on top of me and walks his naked self toward the bathroom. I should really clean up, except my eyes close in tiredness, causing me to drift off to sleep.
15
DEAN
“This is Dean.”The number comes up as unknown. I’d usually let it go to voicemail but decide to answer it this time since the horses are fed and I’m on my way back to my place. Tully is still in bed judging by the time displayed on my dashboard of the truck. I told her I’d call her to wake her up, but why do that when I can do it in person?
“Hey, Dean, this is Brian.” His name or voice don’t jog my memory. Maybe this is a new client asking me to work with them on training their horse. I don’t usually take on too many horses. Between my own and the ranch there’s always something to do. In the rare occurrence where a horse needs me and the owner really needs the help, I’ll make room. Now that we’ve got three here, there’s no way I can take on another client on top of the ones I already have.
“Hi, Brian. I’m thinkin’ you know me, but I can’t for the life of me place you,” I admit. It’s a common name. Between going into town and other ranchers we know about a dozen.
