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She fucked his hand like she actually rode him. His thumb made her dizzy as her most sensitive part of her body surrendered to his touch.
“Oh, I’m coming! I’m coming!”
“Say my name, Megan.”
She rested her head against his chest, whispering, “Ryan….”
He pulled her closer with one arm as he kept fingering her with his other hand.
“Give me one more.”
She shook her head against his chest. “I can’t.”
“Oh, I think you can. Let me help you out.” He went down on his knees, just like he did earlier in the field.
He opened her lower lips with his fingers before he sucked her clit.
“Ryan! You can’t just do that without warning!”
She felt him smile against her before licking, sucking and kissing her clit. She looked down at this larger-than-life man, feasting on her like his life depended on it. Maybe she could get used to this.
His slick finger went to her backside before he slid it through her cheeks.
“Can’t wait to fuck you here, sugar. I’ve pictured my dick inside your tight little hole a dozen times in the past hours.”
She loved how unapologetic Ryan told her in what ways he wanted her.
“Lick me. I’m almost there.”
“I know. You like me talking about fucking your sexy ass?”
She arched her back, a shiver running up her spine as his finger circled her rosebud.
“You want me to stretch you there? Let me fuck you slow until you beg me to fuck you hard and fast?”
“Yes. I want it,” she said without thinking.
“Good girl.”
She clung to his shoulders as a tidal wave of ecstasy crashed over her.
“Perfect,” he whispered before he leaned in and softly pressed his full lips against hers.
Somehow, that little kiss felt more intimate than everything they’d shared earlier today. She didn’t want to think about his promises, but in the back of her mind, she hoped that Ryan Moore would be a man of his word.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Ryan Moore stepped out onto the porch of his parents’ ranch and took a deep breath of the warm Texas morning air. Normally, he would find a sense of peace in starting his day before everyone else when the first rays of sunlight bathed the outer fields of the Moore Farm in a balmy orange yellow hue.
Not this morning, though.
Thoughts of roping a certain blonde spitfire had kept him up all night. He couldn’t believe that old Vic had left his great-granddaughter the farm, and she now had to deal with everything on her own while also taking care of those cute blonde girls he saw staring at him through the screen door.
How in earth would Megan fix up that old, rotten farm on her own? And those farmhands had walked all over Vic when the old hoot was still alive and now that ass Patrick refused to help Megan out by taking Rocket to the stables.
His hands itched to help Megan in every way possible, but he knew she wouldn’t just accept his help. He needed to go about things like some stealthy ninja, offering help without being too obvious.
Ryan entered the stables and found Fianna combing her fingers through her horse Stormchaser’s raven manes.
