The Rancher's Rose: Ranchers Only Series

by Elle Christensen

  We mingled, cut the cake, and threw the bouquet. Helena caught it with wide, deer-in-headlight-eyes, making me laugh. When her panicked eyes darted to the left, I followed her gaze to see Stone Kensington staring back at her with intense, narrowed eyes. Helena quickly looked away and rushed off without a backward glance.

  Lia was standing next to me and I looked her way to make sure she’d caught the exchange. She just grinned and winked at me before walking in the same direction as her friend. The matchmaker in me perked up and I started to follow but was stopped by Garrison’s firm grip on my arm. “Leave it be, baby,” he said sternly.

  “But—” He cut me off with a deep kiss enveloping me in a fog of love and lust, then dragged me out onto the dance floor. When he gathered me close, thoughts of anyone besides my husband quickly dissipated.

  We danced our first dance in the moonlight, holding each other close as we moved. After the song ended, Garrison’s patience had apparently reached its end.

  “Enjoy the rest of the night, but it’s time for me and my bride to start our honeymoon.” He swept me up into his arms and marched around the house and out to his truck. He set me in the passenger seat and practically ran around to climb in beside me.

  I swallowed a laugh at his frantic behavior because I was in much the same state. Lia and I had decided that our wedding night would be more special if Garrison and I spent the week before our wedding sleeping separately. I’d stayed with James and Lia and he’d remained at Red Hill. He’d been adamantly against the idea, but ultimately, he caved because he wanted me to be happy.

  It was like torture and I almost gave in and snuck over to be with him. I’d held strong though, which was why Garrison was driving like a madman to get us back home.

  I scooted close to him on the bench seat and trailed my fingers up his thigh while I licked his neck. The truck jerked but Garrison quickly righted it, his hands white-knuckling the steering wheel. He emptied his lungs with a rough exhale and his jaw hardened.

  “Unless you want our wedding night to start with me fucking you in this truck on the side of the road,” he barked. “I suggest you return to your side of the cabin and stay there.”

  I hesitated, actually contemplating my options but Garrison growled at me, his eyes dark and stormy. “Don’t even think about it, Rose. Our first time as husband and wife will be in our fucking bed, in our fucking home. Not a quickie in the truck like a couple of teenagers who can’t control their fucking hormones.”

  Sighing, I slid back over to my side and clasped my hands in my lap so that they wouldn’t wander. We reached the house and he practically threw the truck into park. Then he hopped out and jogged around to the passenger side before wrenching open the door and hauling me into his arms.

  Before I knew it, we were standing in our bedroom and Garrison was clumsily trying to undo the buttons on the back of my dress. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck,” he chanted in aggravation. This time, I let out the belly laugh that crawled up my throat.

  “Baby,” he snapped, clearly not sharing my amusement. “In thirty seconds, I will be ripping this dress from your body, so you better hurry and tell me how the hell to get it off!”

  Giggling, I looked at him over my shoulder and grinned. “The buttons are for show. There is a zipper under them.”

  Garrison’s face flooded with relief and he quickly pulled the flap of fabric the buttons were sewn on to the side and unzipped the dress. His hands smoothed down my bare back before he pushed the material away so that it fell at my feet.

  He helped me step out of the puddle before slowly turning me around. His hazel eyes had darkened to a deep forest green. They blazed with lust and desire as they swept over me, lingering on my naked breasts. The dress had a built-in corset, so I hadn’t worn one.

  He made a strangled sound before cupping my face in his hands and sealing our mouths together. I was weak in the knees by the time he ripped himself away. “You are so fucking beautiful, baby,” he rasped. His big, callused hands began to gently explore every inch of my body, removing my panties when he reached my sex, before continuing on with my legs. Then removing my boots until I was completely naked. On his way back up, he lingered at my pussy, sucking each fold into his mouth before licking up the slit. I moaned and wobbled unsteadily. He grasped my hips to keep me from falling, then placed a soft kiss on each inner thigh and on my wet pussy lips before standing in front of me.

  “Thank you for wearing a suit today,” I said in a husky tone. “You looked sexy as hell. However, I bet you’ll look even better once you take it off.”

  Garrison chuckled as he took a step back and discarded his jacket. His sun-darkened fingers stood out against his white dress shirt as he unbuttoned it. It reminded me of how they looked splayed across my fairer skin.

  Lust sizzled over my skin making me edgy and anxious to feel our bodies pressed together. I reached out and pushed his hands away, tackling the job of getting him naked myself. He laughed and held his hands up in a surrender pose while standing still so I could accomplish my task. Once he was clad in only a pair of blue boxer briefs, I slowed down. I licked my lips in anticipation and dipped my index fingers into the waistband. Leisurely, I dragged them down until his cock sprang free, and bounced against his stomach. It was hard and pulsing, the veins popping out as the skin stretched tight around his big shaft. A bead of precum clung to the fat, swollen tip. Unable to help myself, I lapped it up and moaned.

  Garrison shuddered, and his hands plunged into my hair. I licked around the tip of his cock, teasing him and his hands gripped my hair at the roots, holding me in place. “Teasing is gonna get you in trouble, baby,” he grunted. “Now, open those pretty lips so I can see them wrapped around my cock.”

  I opened my mouth and he tugged my head back so that I was at his mercy. With a quick thrust, he pushed in until he bumped the back of my throat. I instinctively swallowed, and he let out a low, guttural groan. “Fuck yes.”

  He moved his hips back and forth, sliding in and out of my mouth as he told me what he wanted me to do. I looked up at him through my lashes as I let his dick scrape between my teeth. He was breathing harshly, his eyes shut tight, and his face a mask of pure bliss. “Fuck, baby. Your mouth is almost as heavenly as your pussy.” He lifted his lids and glanced down at me. “Holy shit, you look so fucking hot, Rose. I want to come in your sweet mouth so badly.”

  I sucked a little harder to let him know that’s what I wanted too. But he shook his head and sucked in a controlled breath before pulling out. I mewled in protest as I panted raggedly, my pussy drenched from the erotic feel of his member in my mouth.

  He bent low and scooped me into his arms, holding me close as he strode over to the bed. Tenderly, he set me in the center of the mattress and came down over me, lowering his body until we were skin to skin.

  “The first time I come tonight will be in my wife’s slick, wet pussy.”

  My hips bucked involuntarily, and my legs flew around his waist to hold me there, with his long, thick cock cradled between the lips of my sex. “Oooooh,” I moaned. “I need you, Garrison.” My voice turned pleading as I undulated, trying to find the release I craved.

  “You’re so ready for me, aren’t you, baby?” he asked as he slid between my slit a few times, coating his cock in my juices. I couldn’t answer because he shoved his cock inside my pussy with a powerful thrust. “Yes!” I finally shouted. He was so damn deep, buried to the hilt. Then he began to move, long, deep strokes, controlled and abso-fucking-lutely maddening.

  “Faster,” I panted. “Oh, Garrison. Faster, harder!”

  “I want to savor this, baby. Draw out our first time as man and wife.” I whimpered and he increased his pace a fraction. Lowering his head, he stared straight into my eyes and growled, “But my sexy as fuck wife decided to deprive me and now I’m fucking starving.”

  He dropped even lower and sucked one hard nipple into his mouth, biting it lightly before licking it to soothe the sting. “Garrison,” I moaned
. He lavished attention on my breasts as he rocked harder and faster against me. Garrison lifted his body up so he was on his knees, with his arms planted firmly on either side of me.

  He took my mouth in a soul-stealing kiss as he amped up his movements, losing control and practically pounding me into the mattress. “Oh, yes,” I wailed. “That feels--oh, oh! Yes!”

  “Tilt that pussy, baby,” he demanded. “Take me even fucking deeper. Take everything. Fuck yes! Just like that, baby. Squeeze my cock. Oh, fuck!”

  He continued to whisper filthy, delicious things that magnified my desire and built me up to an almost painful peak.

  Suddenly, he grabbed my arms and hauled me up as he sat back on his heels. He gripped my ass in his hands, clenching so hard I knew I’d have bruises in the morning. It was hot as hell and though I didn’t believe it was possible, I spiraled even higher.

  “Ride me, Rose,” he grated, his voice thick with need. “Hard, baby. Bounce that wet pussy up and down on my fat cock until we both come.”

  I let go of everything and gave in to my senses, rocking on him with abandon until I was screaming. “Yes! Yes! Yes! Oh, fuck! Garrison!” Lost in the throes, I didn’t think he’d notice my slip of the tongue, but then I felt a solid slap on my ass, which only pushed me over the edge into a mind-bending orgasm.

  “Fuck!” he bellowed. “Yeah, baby! Oh, fuck!” With one last powerful thrust of his hips, he clutched my ass and slammed my sex against his groin, burying himself in my heat and roaring as he exploded inside me. My walls clamped around his girth as it pulsed and released jet after jet of cum, filling my womb with warmth.

  Garrison’s arms encircled me, holding me tight against him while be both caught our breath. “Damn, baby,” he grunted. “I think we should have ‘wedding night sex’ every night.”

  I laughed and cuddled closer. “Sounds good to me.”

  After a few minutes of simply holding each other, Garrison lifted me off his lap and gently laid me back on the bed. He climbed off the bed, kissed my forehead and tenderly tucked the covers around me. “I’ll be right back.”

  He padded over to the bathroom and I drifted off. Only to rouse when I felt him part my legs. He ran a warm cloth between them before kissing just above my pubic bone, then my stomach.

  After tossing the rag into the hamper, he slid under the sheet and pulled me into his arms. One of his arms acted as a pillow for my head, and the other was curled around me with his flat palm resting on my belly.

  “I love you, Mrs. Keeler.”

  “Yeah?” I asked cheekily as I let my head drop back so I could look at his handsome face.

  He grinned and brushed his lips over mine. “Yeah.”

  “Good thing I already know that, or I’d be worried that you only wanted me for my ranch…”

  Garrison chuckled, his chest rumbling pleasantly against my back. “I hate to break it to you, baby, but I’m a damn good ranch manager and if you weren’t here, I’d get a job anywhere that you were.”

  My heart blossomed with warmth and I snuggled even deeper into his embrace. “Yeah, but you couldn’t be a ranch owner with me anywhere else.”

  He was silent for a moment, then he tipped my head back so that he could gauge my expression. “We could buy a place together, if that’s what you want, Rose. I just assumed you’d want to stay here by your family.”

  “I do,” I confirmed.

  He looked confused as he responded, “I’ve got a lot of money saved up, but even if Stone was willing to sell Rebel K, I doubtI could afford it.”

  I rolled my eyes with a giggle. “Apparently, you aren’t getting the hint. I guess I need to spell it out for you. James and Lia gave us this ranch. We own Red Hill Ranch.” My smile was so wide my face hurt.

  Garrison’s eyebrows shot up. “They what?”

  “This is our ranch, babe.” He shook his head, obviously still in disbelief. “Yup. As long as it stays in the family, so if we or our kids ever decide we don’t want it, it goes back to being a part of Locke Creek Ranch.”

  “Wow,” Garrison breathed. “I don’t know what to say.”

  “Just say you love me. For my body, not my ranch,” I joked.

  In a flash, he had me under him once again. “Definitely for your body, baby.”

  Laughter bubbled up my throat and I beamed at him knowing our future would be full of even more joy and love every single day.

  Epilogue

  Stone Kensington

  I pulled my horse to a stop as I approached the border between my Ranch and that of Locke Creek Ranch. My eyes panned over the open land and I mentally nodded in satisfaction. I’d struck a bargain with James, the owner of Locke Creek, to rent out this part of his ranch for my cattle to graze. My herd was bigger this year because we’d ended up with more pregnant cows than expected and lost very few calves.

  A very old, small pickup truck rattled its way into my view as it sputtered and jerked over the far hill. I watched as it came closer, heading straight for the barbed wire fence that separated it from me. I expected it to turn any time, but it barreled forward. When I realized it wasn’t going to stop, I shouted out a warning and got the fuck out of the way.

  My horse, Pandora, shrieked and reared up at the noise as the truck crashed into the fence, finally coming to a stop. The front had crunched in and there was smoke billowing from under the hood. I hopped down from Pandora’s back and left her a couple of yards away. She was well trained, and I knew she would stay where I left her.

  My temper flared as I assessed the damage to the fence, but I pushed it aside as I ran over to the totaled vehicle, worried about the condition of the driver. As I neared it, I heard a string of curses coming from the cab and a loud banging. That’s when I realized whoever it was, was stuck, the door obviously jammed. At least their profanity and irate voice gave me the impression that they weren’t too badly hurt.

  “You alright?” I called as I reached the site of the crash.

  “Um, yeah. But the stupid door is stuck.” Now that I was close, it was clear that the driver was a woman. Her voice had an unexpected and unwanted effect on my body. The sound went straight to my cock and he immediately jumped to attention, straining toward the owner of that voice.

  I tried to shake it off and just focus on the situation but adjusted myself quickly to make sure my reaction wasn’t noticeable.

  “Have you tried the passenger door?” I asked as I eyed the damage to the driver’s side. I didn’t think there was any way I’d be able to pry that twisted metal away from the frame.

  There was a moment of silence and I wondered if she was more injured than I realized. “Ma’am?”

  I heard a heavy sigh and the sound of fabric tearing. “For Pete’s sake,” she muttered. There was a lot more mumbling under her breath before I heard the creak of the opposite door. I’d already started around the truck bed and stopped short at the sight of long, long legs encased in skin-tight jeans scooting out the door.

  They were followed by a small waist, flat stomach, average sized but mouthwatering tits, and a head surrounded by a mess of wavy, blonde hair. Her elegant, manicured hands pushed the pale hair back from her face as she huffed in noticeable frustration.

  She was fucking gorgeous. An oval face, plush lips, high cheekbones, and big, blue eyes. Her scowl did nothing to deter from her beauty, in fact, it looked fucking cute.

  I’d already noticed the soft hands, but now I took in the expensive cut of her hair, her obviously designer jeans, boots that looked brand new, and the diamond studs in her ears.

  What the fuck was a woman like that doing out here and driving that piece of shit truck?

  She noticed me right then, and a pretty blush bloomed on her cheeks. “Please, don’t call me ma’am,” she asked politely with a humorless laugh.

  Her blue eyes widened as they scanned over my face and body. And when she realized I was well aware of her ogling, her blush deepened. “Um, I apologize for almost killing you…” She trailed off
realizing she didn’t know my name.

  “Stone Kensington,” I stated, keeping my tone hard to disguise the fact that I was having a difficult time reining in my desire for her. I expected the pampered look of her to turn me off, but apparently, my dick didn’t give a fuck that this woman didn’t belong anywhere near a ranch. I raised a single black brow and asked, “You are?”

  “Oh, um, Helena Justice. I’m Lia’s best friend from Austin.”

  “Well, Helena from Austin,” I drawled. “Care to explain why you just about killed yourself and smashed my fence in the process?”

  “I borrowed the truck to get away from…well, anyway I borrowed it, but I was in a hurry and I haven’t driven stick shift since I was a teenager. The clutch is really loose, and I lost control and—” She rambled on until I finally cut her off.

  “Don’t worry about it, I’ll take the issue up with James.”

  She shook her head. “No, no. This was my mess, I’ll handle it.”

  “You’re going to fix the fence?” I deadpanned. She looked panicked for a moment, then hopeful. “I will if you’ll teach me how?”

  I heaved a sigh and walked over to the dented, open truck door. “I don’t have time to help a pampered city girl play rancher.” Reaching in, I made sure the vehicle was off before taking the keys from the ignition.

  When I stood back up and turned around, I was taken aback by the defiant gleam in her eyes. “Fine, I’ll find someone else to help me. Could you at least lend me your cell phone so that I can call someone to come get me?”

  With a sweeping motion of my hand, I gestured for her to head over to my horse. “I’ll take you there, James and I have some business anyway.”

  She looked dubious but started toward Pandora. “Really, I can call someone…”

  “Phones don’t work out here, city girl.”