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Had I said too much? I’d probably spooked her, talking about marriage when we’d only been together for less than a month. I reached over and sheltered Callie’s hand in both of mine. I really wished I’d planned this better—I was sticky with sweat from the sun, and my shirt was somewhere abandoned on a fence post nearby. But this conversation was happening now and I wouldn’t shy away from it.
“We can rent my farmhouse for extra income,” I said. “All of my land would belong to Robinwood Acres. The horses would have twice as much land to graze. I could give riding lessons, and continue my farrier work.”
Callie studied me with big blue eyes, searching my face as I spoke.
“I don’t want you to become a Hewitt though,” I added.
She frowned. “What do you mean?”
I smoothed my thumb over Callie’s knuckles as I considered my next words.
“Being a Hewitt has brought me nothing but grief and pain. I thought…I thought I would never have children, never have a family of my own and I would be fine with that. Meanwhile, you have all of this.”
I gestured to the landscape around us, to the homestead just visible in the distance.
“It’s obvious the McClarens have poured so much love into this land,” I continued. “If you’re willing to take on a broken cowboy like me, I want to be part of your family. I want to join the McClaren line. Above all, I want to be your husband. To count my lucky stars every damn day that I wake up to see you beside me.”
“Oh, Landon,” Callie breathed, her lips crashing against mine. “I would be more than happy to make you a McClaren.”
We tumbled back against the picnic blanket, tangled together, kissing through our laughter. I brushed a lock of hair away from the corner of Callie’s mouth, marveling that this woman would be mine forever.
“I guess this means you’ll be doing odd jobs around the homestead on a regular basis then,” Callie said.
“Don’t tell me you’re taking peach cobbler off the table as payment,” I countered.
She hummed as she shifted on top of me, her thighs bracketing my hips, her hands on my chest.
“As my husband, I thought you might appreciate other forms of payment.”
Callie stripped off her shirt, revealing a blush-pink bikini top. I skimmed my hands up her sides, tugging at the strings.
“I’m listening.”
“Are you sure?” she said with a teasing note in her voice. “You might change your mind once you get a peek.”
I shook my head, circled my arms around Callie’s waist, and yanked at the strings until her bikini fell away. Her breastsspilled free, looking so soft and perfect in the muted, dappled sunlight filtering through the trees. I pinched one pink nipple between my teeth until she squirmed. Then I soothed it with the flat of my tongue and moved to the other one, doing the same. I hooked my hands into her back pockets, pulling her hips flush against mine.
“Trust me, that will never happen.”
I spread Callie on the blanket and stripped the last of her clothes off, leaving her bare. Skimming my mouth up the inside of her thigh, I kissed her hip. Then I guided her legs over my shoulders and closed my mouth over her clit. She threw her head back, eyes closed, lips parted.
My Callie. My peaches. My bride-to-be.
Every gasp and moan and sweet sound she made spurred me on. I licked and sucked and lapped at her clit until it was stiff and aching for release. Her skin was flushed, her breathing fast and shallow as she hovered on the edge of release.
“Landon,” she rasped. “Inside me. Please.
I yanked my jeans down to mid-thigh, too desperate to bother with taking my boots off. Fumbling a condom from my pocket, I put it on. Callie rolled over and gave her plump ass a little wiggle, encouraging me to continue.
I smiled to myself as I trailed my hand down the slope of her back, caressing one cheek, then the other. I never got tired of touching her, feeling her silky skin beneath my callused fingertips. When I slotted my cock between her thighs, Callie reached back and grabbed my hip, pulling me down on top of her. For a moment, I worried about crushing her, until I heard the pleased little sigh that escaped her.
Slowly, I flexed my hips forward.
Callie moaned with ecstasy. I sank my teeth into her shoulder as my cock slipped inside her, inch by inch.
“You feel so fucking good every time,” she whimpered.
Gripping her waist, I slid out and thrust back in, long and deep. Callie gave a full-body shudder with a breathless,oh, yes, yes, yes.
