Page 18 of Savage Rancher
Is she touching herself?
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EMMA
Isqueeze my thighs together, trying to ignore the pulsing between my legs, trying to pretend I'm not lying here in the dark, aroused by the memory of Jake Callahan's lethal competence.
It doesn't work.
My hand slides down my stomach, hesitating at the waistband of my sleep shorts. Then I hear Jake’s voice in my head, sayingBecause no one touches you, andmy fingers slip beneath the fabric.
I'm soaked.
A soft gasp escapes my lips as I touch myself, and suddenly, I'm not thinking about right or wrong anymore. I'm not thinking about anything except how Jake looked at me in the darkness. How his voice dropped to that low, husky rumble when he saidwhen I take you again, I'm never letting you go.
Notif—when. Like it's inevitable. Like I'm already his.
I circle my clit slowly, building the sensation, pretending it’s his finger rubbing me, remembering the way he made me feel safe and claimed andwantedall at once.
I've been alone for so long. Even when I was married, I was alone. Mark never looked at me the way Jake does, like I'm the only thing in the world that matters.
My fingers move faster, and I bite my lip to keep from making noise. The house is empty, but old habits die hard. I've spent too many years being quiet—being the good girl who does what she's supposed to do.
I don't feel like a good girl right now. I feel wild and reckless and desperate. I feel like the girl who used to sneak out of this house to meet Jake Callahan in the barn—who used to let him into this room to touch me in the darkness while my father slept down the hall, completely unaware that his daughter was falling in love with the young ranch hand he'd hired.
God, the way Jake touched me back then.
I pluck my clit the way he used to, the way no one else ever has. My breath comes faster as I work myself higher, my free hand sliding into the arm hole of my tank top. My nipple is hard, and I pinch it gently, imagining Jake's mouth there instead.
Imagining him above me.
Inside me.
Taking me the way I want—need.
When I take you again, I'm never letting you go.
I believe him.
I believe every word.
I catch the moan that tries to escape, biting my lip to keep it in. I want to be claimed. I want to be possessed. I want to belong to Jake Callahan so completely that there's no question, no doubt, no possibility of escape.
The thought should scare me, after nine years of stifling marriage, but it doesn’t.
I want Jake.
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JAKE
Iadjust the camera, trying to get a better view. Her eyes are closed, and there’s movement beneath her comforter.
Yeah, she’s touching herself. Her fingers are between her soft thighs, and whatever she’s doing feels good based on how her neck arches back.
My hand moves to my jeans without conscious thought. I unzip them and pull my cock free, already hard, already leaking, already eager to come for her all over again. My eyes stay locked on the monitor as I wrap my hand around my shaft.
Where I can’t see what she’s doing, my imagination fills in the scene for me. I bet she’s got her fingers on her clit, rubbing little circles over it the way she likes. I bet she’s wet, soaking her shorts, dripping down until she’s all slippery and delicious.
