Page 12 of Kiss Me Kate

"I've longed for you," Kate breathes, her voice filled with longing. "I want you to know just how much I’ve missed you." She moans softly as our lips meet in a passionate kiss, her tongue dancing with mine. With a sense of urgency, she fists my cock and slides it through her slit, using it like wand to stroke her hard clit, jerking her hips with every pass.

“Stop teasing me, sweetheart. I need to feel you. I have to know you’re truly mine,” I beg, and before I can ask again, Kate impales her pussy on my cock, sliding down in one thrust until I’m buried completely inside her.

As Kate grinds slowly against me, her hips rolling in perfect rhythm with mine, I feel a surge of pleasure course through my body. My teeth clench and my breath quickens as her tight pussy adjusts to my size. I’m overcome with emotion, lost in the intense sensations that ravage me as her slick heat draws me closer and closer to the edge. Unable to resist any longer, I use my hands to guide us forward and press her against the wall. I pump into her furiously, driving my cock through her viselike grip as her slick arousal aids each thrust. Every nerve ending is on fire, igniting with each powerful stroke.

“Silas!” Kate’s lips part as her undulating hips begin to tremble. As her voice jumps an octave, releasing a guttural scream that pushes me closer, a loud noise grabs my attention.Cotton and Cyrus are moving the tractor, and are most likely moments from freeing us. But I’m too close to stop now.

Someone knocks and I hear Cyrus asking us to unlock the door. I can’t move. I can't get enough of Kate, can't get close enough as she takes me higher and higher, pushing me to the precipice of ecstasy. I want to give myself completely to her. This feels too good, too intense to quit before I’ve claimed my woman and marked her forever. Just when I think Cyrus will break down the door, a delicious burn of pleasure shoots through my body. Unhinged by desire and lost in Kate’s kiss, I thrust harder and faster until I erupt deep inside her, filling her to the brim until I have nothing left to give.

Lost in each in a long, passionate kiss, we barely notice that my cousin Cyrus has opened the hatch and is standing less than ten feet from our naked bodies. Being a gentleman, he turns his back and chuckles as he walks away. “I take it you’re back together. Good for you.”

Chapter 13

Epilogue

Six Years Later

“This little cow is getting far too big for her britches. Ever since she got that contract with Blue Horizon Milk, she’s demanded that I peel and core her apples before serving them to her.” I hold up a freshly peeled Granny Smith apple and place it in front of the snooty mouth of Maribel, a four-year-old Red Angus who must believe she’s the prize of Black Dog Ranch.

"Give old Maribel a break. She's had a long day traveling back from a Denton studio after being filmed prancing around some godforsaken field in Tyler." Silas winks at me, assigning a humorous backstory to his favorite cow.

Probably the most affectionate and agreeable, Maribel is everyone’s favorite and the best choice for this campaign. We won’t work her too hard, though. Cyrus insists on all the animals living a peaceful life of leisure. As if on cue, Maribel lets out a contented moo and strides away, probably in search of her mother.

In a distant field I spot Suzette walking hand in hand with her son, Owen and our little boy, Eli. Born days apart, they recently celebrated their fourth birthdays and received miniature ponies as gifts. I assume they’re on their way to visit them in the new state-of-the-art stable. Their cousin Cotton has been trying to teach them how to ride, but my overprotective mama instincts have hindered his progress.

“You really need to trust Cotton. He knows what he’s doing.” Silas narrows his gaze and shakes his head with amusement. He swears boys are built differently, but I’m unconvinced. My mind races with all the potential dangers and risks involved in what they're about to do. I can't bear the thought of my precious baby being put in harm's way while I'm not there to protect him.

“I don’t know why Cyrus had to buy them ponies. There are about six dachshunds living their best lives in that fancy kennel. Each one would have made a far better birthday present than one that can run twenty miles an hour,” I huff and offer him my hand, clasping his tightly as he accompanies me toward the stables.

He knows I’ll never shut up if he doesn’t.

As we stroll through the rolling green fields surrounding the ranch, Silas pauses to place a gentle hand on my growing belly. "How is our girl doing?” he asks, his blue eyes shining with love and excitement. His touch sends a comforting warmth radiating through me, and I can't help but smile back at him.

“Does she get a pony when she turns four?” I ask, wondering if he’d be so cavalier concerning our future daughter’s safety.

Silas’s eyes grow wide as the thought settles into his brain. “I’ll teach her to ride myself.” He stops to consider his words. “After I secure her in twenty feet of bubble wrap.”

“I spoke to Cyrus about starting a ranch website to sell merchandise and perhaps start an adoption page for his rescues. I know he wants to find them good homes, and the more herehomes, the more he can rescue,” I suggest, hoping to get his opinion on the matter. Ever since I graduated from UT, a year after we married, I’ve put my business degree to good use. I help Silas and the boys run the ranch, and Cyrus prefers to pass the business negotiations to me, preferring to deal with the animals instead.

“I think that’s a great idea, but good luck getting him to relinquish a dog. He’s hopelessly attached to each one and unless it’s someone who lives nearby and open to surprise home visits, I’m not sure he’ll agree.” Silas makes a good point, but I plan to bring it up anyway.

I nod and we continue our walk, hand in hand and relishing every moment of our lives together. We both agree three years was enough time to waste and we won’t take another minute for granted.

“Do you know what the worst part of the time apart was for me?” Silas surprises me with his impromptu question.

I shake my head and lift his hand to my lips as I try to push that awful memory from my mind. “What was it?”

“Knowing I’d love you forever even if you never came back. No matter how many years passed, I never once considered moving on. I couldn’t. I knew you were the only girl for me.” He gives me a soft smile as his gorgeous eyes mist. “Kiss me, Kate.”

With an unsteady breath, I whisper those three words that hold all of my love and devotion: "I love you, Silas." As I lean in, I can feel the warmth of his skin against mine, the slight scratch of his stubble under my fingers as I caress his chiseled jawline. My lips meet his in a gentle kiss that he quickly deepens. It's a familiar dance between us, one that we've perfected over time. I don't remember when or how I first fell for this man, but I know with every fiber of my being that I will never stop loving him.

Thank goodness I came to my senses.