The Rancher's Rose: Ranchers Only Series

by Elle Christensen

  Rose huffed and rolled her eyes. “Don’t be such a caveman,” she grumped. But, as she spun around, I saw the corners of her lips tip up even more.

  In less than ten minutes, she was changed and ready to go. She’d put on a light purple summer dress that had a strap that hooked around her neck and attached to a straight cut bodice that showed off a hint of her cleavage. Enough to make my mouth water. The skirt flared at her small waist and stopped just above her knees. She also switched out her casual sandals for a pair of strappy, purple heels.

  “Wow,” I murmured as I soaked in the sight of her. “You look amazing.”

  She beamed and did a little twirl. That’s when I caught a look at the back. Or rather, the lack thereof. It was completely open, all the way down to just above her juicy ass.

  “No fucking way,” I growled. “Get your sweet little ass back in that bedroom and put on something else.”

  Her expression morphed into a scowl and she crossed her arms over her front, pushing her tits up. It distracted me momentarily, but I forced myself to put my focus back on her face. “Are you serious?” she snapped. Then she threw her hands in the air and whirled around, muttering, “Of course he’s serious. Obstinate ass.”

  I casually leaned a shoulder against the wall, crossing one foot over the other ankle. A chuckle rumbled in my chest. She could call me whatever the hell she wanted as long as she covered up what belonged to me.

  She stomped back out of her room and I frowned when I saw she hadn’t changed. Stopping right in front of me, she held up a black swath of fabric. It unfolded from her fingers to reveal a slinky dress that looked like it would barely cover her tits and pussy.

  “It’s either this or what I’m wearing,” she announced with a smirk. “You’re choice.”

  “Neither,” I growled as I stood to my full height and scowled down at her.

  “That’s not one of the options, Garrison. If you want to take me out, these are your choices.”

  The stubborn set of her jaw and the steely glint in her blue eyes told me she wouldn’t back down from this. I cursed and snatched the black joke of a dress from her grip. I stalked around the corner to the office and went straight to the desk where I pulled a pair of scissors from the middle drawer.

  Rose gasped when I cut the fabric right down the middle. “Hey!” she barked.

  I ignored her and continued to slice the dress into pieces. When I was satisfied that it couldn’t be salvaged, I tossed it in the trash and put the scissors away.

  I expected her to rip me a new asshole, but she was standing calmly in the doorway. “This dress it is.” She laughed smugly and bounced out of the room.

  That’s when I realized I’d been totally played. I grinned as I followed her out to my truck. Damn, she was a handful.

  It was a thirty-minute drive into town and for a while, we sat in comfortable silence. “You never intended to wear that piece of scrap, did you?” I finally asked.

  Her head twisted to look at me, her face full of amusement. “It was a gift from a friend. Definitely not my style. I almost forgot I even had it.”

  “Well played, baby,” I complimented.

  “Thank you,” she chirped happily as she returned to watching the scenery go by.

  Her head whipped back in my direction when I placed my hand on her thigh and slid it up, under her skirt. “Payback’s a bitch, baby,” I drawled as I traced the edge of her panties with my pinky.

  Her legs shot closed, but it only wedged my hand in closer to her center. I slipped the digit under the fabric and ran it up between her pussy lips. “Fuck, Rose. You’re already soaked,” I groaned. She whimpered and tightened her legs even more. Dipping two more fingers under her panties, I drew them through her wetness up to circle her clit before dragging them back down. “I fucking love the sounds you make.”

  I repeated the motion and she squirmed. “Open up for me, baby,” I commanded. When she didn’t obey right away, I circled the little bundle again, this time passing right over it before venturing away again.

  She bit her lip but couldn’t keep in her cry of distress. “Open.” Her head dropped back, and her knees fell open wide. “Good girl,” I praised her. My middle finger pushed inside her, and she hissed as her legs relaxed even further. “Take your panties off,” I demanded roughly.

  Rose immediately obeyed, and I rewarded her by plunging two fingers inside her pussy and curling them up to hit her g-spot.

  “Yes!” she cried out as her walls clenched and her hips tipped up, searching for more.

  I managed to work in a third finger and as they fucked her pussy, the heel of my hand brushed over her clit. She tensed when a car drove past us, their headlights light up the cab of my truck. “Relax, baby,” I soothed. “You think I’d let anybody see what belongs to only me? The way you look when you come?”

  Her muscles contracted at my words and I smiled triumphantly. Her mind may not have accepted it yet, but her body liked hearing that she was mine.

  “Your pussy is so tight, baby. It’s practically crushing my fingers.” I sped up my rhythm, driving her closer to her peak. “I can’t wait to feel you wrapped around my cock again. Do you want that? My dick pounding into you? Making you scream?”

  “Yes!” she cried. “Fuck, yes!” One of her hands gripped my thigh tightly and the other held onto the door and her body undulated, reaching for release.

  I stopped suddenly. “Language,” I snarled. My girl was too damn good for crude words to pass through her perfect lips. Not that I minded how fucking turned on she got when I said filthy things to her.

  “Please,” she begged. “Don’t stop. Don’t—”

  “You going to watch that pretty mouth of yours?”

  “Yes, dam—dang it! Just don’t stop!”

  Placated with her submission, I renewed my efforts and worked her into a frenzy. But, I hadn’t forgotten her little scheme with the dress. As she neared the peak, I slowed my ministrations, letting her ebb back from cresting. “Wh—what?” she sputtered. “Why did you—” I distracted her by repeating my actions, retreating when she was about to reach her release. “What the h—” She cut off and panted for a second before screeching, “Payback? Seriously?”

  I grinned. “Seemed like you needed me to show you who’s in control, baby. You play games with me and you’re going to earn yourself a spanking. Or, I might just torture you like this for fucking hours.”

  “Garrison, please,” she begged.

  “You know what to say to get what you want, baby.”

  I brushed across her clit a few times making her quiver with need. “I’m sorry,” she moaned. “Now, please let me come!”

  We were nearing town and I meant what I’d said about her coming only for me. So, I went deeper and harder, pushing her over the edge. She wailed in ecstasy and her nails dug into my thigh. They were definitely going to leave a mark and I relished the thought.

  Rose’s body slumped, and she rested her head on my shoulder, her breaths still coming in short bursts. Slowly, I pulled my fingers out of her, the suction making a popping sound and causing my cock to fight to get the fuck out of my pants. He wanted inside that tight pussy.

  Lifting my hand, I held it up in the moonlight so Rose could see her cum coating my fingers. Then I brought them to my mouth and sucked them clean, groaning at the exquisite taste. “I’ve never tasted anything as sweet as your cream, baby.” She made a strangled sound and shifted restlessly on the seat. I loved that it made her hot to see me tasting her. I couldn’t wait to have my tongue buried in her pussy.

  We’d exited the highway and were less than five minutes from our destination. I kissed the top of her head and gently patted her thigh. “Put your panties back on, baby. I don’t want anyone catching a glimpse of that pretty pussy.” She shivered and sat up straight before reaching down to grab her underwear and sliding it up her legs.

  8

  Rose

  My sore muscles protested as I moved, and I uttered
a completely unladylike groan.

  A deep chuckle shook the bed beside me and I froze as the night before came slamming back to me. The truck and dinner and then…

  The guy gives you an amazing orgasm and you cave…The voice inside me was shaking its metaphorical head in disappointment.

  Strong arms wrapped around me and I was hauled back up against a muscular chest. I told the annoying voice to shut the hell up and snuggled deeper into Garrison’s warmth. He slid his leg between mine and another groan escaped. Damn, I was sore.

  Garrison had fucked me long and hard before making love to me with such tenderness that I almost cried. After we fell asleep for a while, I was woken up with his head buried in my pussy and after two more orgasms with his mouth, he pulled me on top of him and demanded that I ride him. I bounced on him until we were close to the edge and then he took control again.

  He rolled me onto my back and slapped his palms into the mattress on both sides of me. Lifting up onto his knees, he used them to push my legs wide open as far as they would go. Then he slammed into me over and over. The new angle causing his huge cock to stretch me to the limit and it hit my clit with every thrust. He’d been like a feral animal, wild and desperate to fuck. I’d screamed bloody murder and literally blacked out when I came.

  “Sore, baby?” he asked arrogantly, bringing me back to the present. “Can you feel me as though I were still in you, stretching you, filling you?”

  I nodded, and my pussy clenched at his dirty words. I moaned because though there was pain, there was also acute pleasure in the over sensitized area.

  “Fuck,” he growled. “Your sounds make me rock-fucking-hard, Rose.” He proved it by pushing his long, thick cock into my back. “But, I know you’re aching, baby. So, I’ll wait.” He kissed my shoulder sweetly before disentangling himself and getting out of bed. He walked around and headed toward the bathroom, giving me an eyeful of his tight ass.

  I whistled and catcalled at him and he threw his head back in a deep belly laugh as he disappeared through the door. I heard the water start running in the tub, then he came back into the room, padded over to me and lifted me into his arms.

  He carried me into the bathroom and to the edge of the tub. After lowering us both down, he situated me so I was cradled between his legs, leaning back against him. The hot water went a long way in soothing my body aches and being wrapped up in Garrison started to soothe my broken heart.

  After a while, he broke the silence. “I don’t want to ruin the mood, but we should talk about the fact that I didn’t use any condoms last night.”

  Shit. I mentally smacked myself in the head for being so careless. At least I was covered on the pregnancy front. “I’m on the pill,” I told him. “But you should probably get tested before we have sex again.” I worked hard to keep the disgust out of my voice, but the idea of him with another woman made my stomach churn.

  “No need,” he stated. “I haven’t been with anyone since you.”

  I felt as though my jaw dropped and splashed into the water. Did I hear him right? “No one?” I asked hopefully.

  He kissed the side of my neck before answering. “You ruined me for anyone else, baby.”

  It was impossible to keep the grin from taking over my face. Wow. Talk like that made the idea of giving in to more sex very attractive.

  “I’m trying to decide if I can handle asking you the same question,” he muttered. “Don’t know if I could handle the answer.”

  “Even if it’s the same as yours?”

  He took hold of my chin and turned my head so that he could see my face. “Is it?”

  I nodded, and his tense muscles completely relaxed as he shifted me back to my original position. “Thank fuck,” he whispered, almost too low for me to hear.

  The water was soothing the ache between my legs, but it was still a little uncomfortable. Garrison’s naked body glued to mine and hard cock pressing into my back weren’t helping the situation. I had to move around from time to time to alleviate the pressure building from arousal.

  He chuckled and skated his hands up my torso to cup my breasts. “I hate the idea of you hurting, baby,” he purred in my ear. “But it makes me hot as fuck to know you’re going to walk around all day being reminded who owns this pussy.”

  “Garrison, you have to stop,” I pouted. “It’s just mean to get me all worked up and not be willing to do something about it.”

  His laugh rumbled in his chest, the vibrations causing butterflies to erupt in my tummy. I loved the sound of his deep timbre anytime he spoke, but especially when he laughed.

  “You’re right, baby. I’ll be good.” His hands left my breasts and I held in a whimper of complaint.

  “For now,” I quipped. “Feel free to be as bad as you want once I recover from the last time you were wicked.”

  Garrison placed a hot, wet kiss on the back of my neck before whispering in my ear, “I’ve got all kinds of wicked fantasies involving you, and I intend to live out every one of them.”

  We soaked for a little while longer then hopped into the shower to wash. When we were done, he pulled on a pair of boxers and left me to make breakfast while I blow dried my hair.

  I dressed casually in cutoffs and a T-shirt and piled my hair atop my head. Breakfast was done when I entered the kitchen. Garrison had made eggs and sausage and was just setting it on the table. Next to my plate was another dish that had cinnamon toast on it.

  My heart started to melt a little more because he’d remembered my favorite food. He brought orange juice over and winked at me as he held out my chair. I was starting to realize that resisting him was futile.

  Garrison asked me to tell him about my years at Stanford and my time in Europe. He seemed genuinely interested and I had fun regaling him with stories about my antics and nutty friends. The more we talked, the easier it felt. Like being with him just made sense. I wanted to completely open up to him, but I was still scared shitless that he was going to change his mind and break my heart all over again.

  We were doing the dishes together when my phone pinged with a text message. I grabbed it from the bar where it had been plugged in. It was Lia, reminding me of our plans to go riding this morning. Her friend Helena was visiting, and we were taking her out on her first ride. They were on her way over.

  Crap. It had slipped my mind. Garrison had invaded my thoughts since yesterday and I hadn’t had room for much else.

  The sound of the dishwasher starting reminded me that he was still here. In my house. Half-naked. Double crap.

  “I have a few things I need to do out on the ranch today,” he said as he walked up to me and drew me into his embrace. “But, I should be done around noon. How about we meet back here for lunch and spend the rest of the day in bed?” He kissed the tip of my nose, then my lips before winking at me. “In fact, I think I’d like to eat my lunch off of your naked body.” He dropped his head and licked a trail up my neck. Stopping at my ear. “And have you for dessert.”

  “That’s very tempting,” I sighed, tipping my head to the side to give him more access. “But I have plans with Lia.” Saying it out loud seemed to break the spell he’d cast over me. “Speaking of which, she is on her way over, so you need to get your stuff and scoot. She can’t see you here again.”

  Garrison’s head reared back, his eyebrows practically raised into his hairline. “I’m going to give you the benefit of the doubt and assume you’re joking.”

  I shook my head and put my hands on his chest, attempting to push him back toward the door to the mudroom. “She’ll know something happened between us.” The big lug didn’t move a centimeter.

  “Who the fuck cares, Rose?”

  “I do!” I snapped, planting my hands on my hips. The flash of hurt in his eyes made my heart sting. I sighed and dropped my eyes to the floor. “I’m not ready, Garrison. We don’t know where this is going and until we do, I want to keep this between us.”

  He gently took ahold of my chin and lifted my face
, so we were staring into each other’s eyes. “I know exactly where this is going, baby. You’re it for me.” My eyes widened, and my jaw went slack at his words.

  “I was a complete and total jackass and I know I have a lot of making up to do,” he continued. “It just took me a while to figure out what my heart always wanted, because my brain was fighting it. I’m sorry I haven’t been clear about it. So, let me spell it out for you.” His lips brushed mine so lightly it was like a wisp of air. “I haven’t looked at a woman since the day we met. I fell in love with you when we had our first kiss. I’m still in love with you. And, I’ll love you even more on the day you marry me. And even more on the day you have our first baby.” This time he kissed me with a fierceness that whipped my body into a frenzy of want. When he pulled back, his hazel eyes were so dark they looked like the color of an evergreen tree. “Rose, I will love you until the end of time.”

  “I—I don’t know what to say to that,” I stuttered. I was practically speechless. I hadn’t expected him to bare his soul like that. Still, it seemed too good to be true. “I wish I could believe you, Garrison. I really, really do.”

  His smile was loving and a little sad. “I haven’t earned your trust back yet. I get that, and I’ll keep proving that I mean what I say until you do.” He took a deep breath and stared at the ceiling for a moment. Then he exhaled slowly as his head dropped back down. “We can keep this to ourselves for a little while”—I sighed in relief— “but not for long and I won’t lie to your brother.”

  My nod was short and jerky because he still held my face in his hands. “I can live with that.”

  This time when he smiled, it was genuine. “I’ll see you tonight, baby.” Then he kissed my nose before leaving.

  I just stood there and stared after him until the shrill ring of the doorbell made me jump and knocked me out of my daze.

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