Page 66 of Savage Rancher
His fingers find me wet and ready, and he makes a low sound of approval. "Fuck, Emma. You're soaked."
"Your fault," I breathe, my hips moving against his hand.
"Yeah?" He circles my clit slowly, teasingly. "You wake up wet for me, baby?"
"Yes." The admission comes out desperate, needy. "God, yes."
"That's my girl." He pushes two fingers inside me, and I gasp at the intrusion. "Always so ready for me, aren't you?"
I can't form words. I can only nod as he fucks me with his fingers, his thumb working my clit in slow circles that make my thighs tremble.
"Jake—"
"I know, baby. I know what you need." He withdraws his fingers, and I whimper at the loss. "Turn over. I want to see your face when I make you come."
I roll onto my back, and the sight of him steals my breath. Morning light cuts across his bare chest, highlighting every ridge of muscle, every scar. His dark hair is messy from sleep, his jaw shadowed with stubble, and his eyes—God, his eyes are molten with need.
"You're so fucking beautiful," he says, his gaze traveling down my naked body. "Can't believe you're here. In my bed. Mine."
"I'm right here with you," I whisper, and the words feel like a vow.
Something fierce and possessive flashes in his eyes. "Say it again."
"I'm right here with you, Jake. Right where I want to be," I add, with all my heart.
"Fuck." He moves over me, settling between my thighs, the head of his cock pressing against my entrance. "You have no idea what you do to me, Emma. Eighteen years I've wanted this. Wanted you."
"Then take me." I reach up, cupping his face. "I'm right here."
He pushes inside me in one slow, deep thrust, and we both groan at the sensation. He's so big, stretching me, filling me completely.
"Christ, you feel good," he breathes, his forehead resting against mine. "Tight and hot and mine. Absolutely mine."
He starts to move, slow and deep, each thrust deliberate and controlled. It's different from last night—less frantic, more intimate. Like he's savoring every second.
"Look at me," he commands softly. "Keep your eyes on me, baby."
I do, holding his gaze as he fucks me, and the intensity of it makes my chest tight. This isn't just sex. This is something deeper. Something that terrifies and thrills me in equal measure.
"That's it," he murmurs, his hand sliding down to grip my hip. "Take my cock, just like that. Let me feel you."
His pace increases, each thrust hitting that perfect spot inside me that makes stars burst behind my eyes. My nails dig into his shoulders, my legs wrapping around his waist, pulling him deeper. "Jake, I'm close.”
"I know, baby. I can feel you getting tight around me." His thumb finds my clit, circling it in time with his thrusts. "Come for me, Emma. Come on my cock."
The orgasm crashes over me, and I cry out, my body arching off the bed as pleasure floods through me. Jake doesn't stop, fucking me through it, prolonging it until I'm shaking and gasping beneath him.
"That's my girl," he groans, his rhythm faltering. "God damn, you're perfect. So fucking perfect."
He thrusts deep one last time and comes with a low groan, his body shuddering against mine. I feel him pulsing inside me, marking me, claiming me all over again.
For a long moment, we just lie there, breathing hard, our bodies still joined. His weight presses me into the mattress, and I love it. Love feeling surrounded by him.
"I could stay like this all day," he murmurs against my neck.
I hug him, holding him close to my heart as all the thoughts come crashing back in—Cole, Eli, and the operation they seem to have going on. I open my mouth, to tell Jake about it?—
And I immediately bite my lip, keeping everything inside. I can’t tell Jake. He’ll go off and “eliminate the threat.” Only if what’s going on is as big as it seems, Jake could get caught in the middle.
