Page 33 of Savage Rancher
“Not that bad?” Narrowing my gaze, I tug her hair. “That’s a sure way of getting yourself spanked.”
“You promise?” She laughs as I reach for her ass.
I drag her onto me, draping her on my body. I ignore my hardening cock and cup her face. The words come out rough. "I’m sorry too. For leaving. I didn't have a choice, but I should have fought harder to stay."
"Like you said, you came back," she whispers, pressing a kiss to my chest. "That's what matters."
I tilt her face up so I can kiss her, slow and tender. She melts into me, her body soft and pliant against mine. I'm hard again, and when she shifts, I slide back inside her—easy and natural, like we were made for this.
She gasps softly, and I start moving—slow, gentle thrusts that make her sigh and cling to me. We move together slowly, our bodies pressed so close there's no space between us.
She comes quietly this time, her body trembling against mine, and I follow her, spilling inside her with a low groan. We lie tangled together afterward, completely sated, completely connected.
"I love you, Jake," she whispers, as she falls asleep.
I hold her close, my hand stroking her hair, and for the first time in my life, I feel whole.
33
EMMA
Iwake to golden afternoon light streaming through unfamiliar windows and the warm, solid weight of Jake's arm draped across my waist. For a moment, I'm disoriented—this isn't my bedroom at Circle H. The sheets are softer, the bed much bigger, and the scent surrounding me is absolutely addicting.
Jake's bed. At Blackthorn Ranch.
Without moving, I look around. His bedroom is sparse—dark wood furniture, navy sheets, modern and sparse. There’s nothing on the walls except a single framed photo. I squint trying to see it, but it’s too far away.
I shift slightly, and my body protests—a delicious soreness between my thighs, a pleasant ache in muscles I didn’t remember I had. My skin feels sensitized, hyper-aware of every place Jake touched me and marked me as his.
And he did mark me. I can feel the tender spot on my neck where he bit and the slight burn on my inner thighs from his stubble. I'm thoroughly taken, completely claimed, and I've never felt more satisfied in my life.
"You're awake."
Jake's voice is rough with sleep, and I turn my head to find him watching me with those sea-deep eyes. He props up on oneelbow, his gaze tracking over my face like he's checking to make sure all is right in my world.
34
JAKE
I’ve never woken up with Emma in my arms.
I never want to wake up without her.
Ever.
35
EMMA
"What time is it?" My voice is sex husky.
"Almost eighteen hundred." He brushes a strand of hair from my face, his touch gentle.
We've been in bed for hours, and I don't regret a single second. I sigh happily, rubbing my legs against his.
"Come on," Jake says, leaning down to kiss me before pushing the covers off. "You haven’t eaten all day. Let's go downstairs and feed you."
He climbs out of bed, unselfconscious in his nakedness, and I take a moment to appreciate the view—all that hard muscle, the scars that map his body like a roadmap of endurance. He's beautiful and powerful, and he's mine.
