Page 12 of The Rancher

Remy looks up at me, surprised. "You actually call him Boss?" she blurts.

Boss nods. He's usually pretty serious, but he smiles at her. "The name Falcon is a bit much for these jackasses to handle.” He shakes her hand gently. "Now, I'm going to go out on a limb here, but I’m guessing that the horse is Prince, and you’re Remy?"

She giggles. "I want to say it's the other way around. But yes."

He looks at me. Then back at her.

"Remy is my guest," I say slowly, in a tone that says there will be no follow-up questions.

"Great. Welcome to Bone River Ranch." He takes a closer look at the horse, shaking his head. "This is the poor animal from out on Appletree Road?"

"Yeah." I quickly explain how Remy helped me get the guy to sell.

Boss steps back, scratching the back of his head. "Seriously? Fucking amazing." He shakes Remy's hand again. “We appreciate the help."

"We're going to pull a similar trick again this afternoon,” I tell him. “There's another horse west of here, out near the Copelands."

"The dull white one? Yeah, I got another call about him yesterday. I hope your husband-and-wife routine works again." He claps me on the shoulder. "I'll tell your brother to take care of your afternoon rounds, since you'll be on the road."

"Great. Thanks."

He waves to Remy and ambles off. She looks up at me in utter surprise. "He doesn't care that a total stranger is staying at the ranch?”

"You're my guest. He knows I wouldn't bring an asshole here. He trusts me, same as I trust you.”

We leave the stall, and as I lock it Prince dips his head to nibble at his feed.

Wrapping my arms around Remy, I rock us until she relaxes against me. "Honestly, you can stay here as long as you like. I like having you here."

"It's a beautiful space." I follow her gaze to see she's looking out the open door. "This ranch is just gorgeous."

"No, you are just gorgeous."

Dipping my head, I give her a light, soft kiss, while stroking the center of her back. Remy steps closer, eager for my touch. She’s so responsive, leaning against me just where I want her, the quick, urgent pressure of my cock rising against her belly. Each kiss becomes more heated and hungrier. She clearly wants me just as much as I want her.

Wait – is it want? Or need? I think we’ve both been lonely and searching for something.

Her breathy sigh against my lips makes my shaft strain in my jeans as my palms drift up the back of her t-shirt to caress her silky skin. One hand snakes around to the front, slipping under her bra to explore the softness of her breast. She moans as my thumb sweeps over her sensitive nipple, then again as I nudge her feet apart and lift her up so her legs wrap around my waist.

I twist, pinning her to the post at the entry of the stall. If we were naked, I’d dip my fingers inside her sweet pussy and get her wet enough to take me. Then I’d thrust up into her as she cried out, her sweet moans echoing through the stable.

Okay, maybe not for our first time.

Grinding against her is enough for now.

She kisses me with a fierce heat I can feel in my spine. “You’re so damn hot,” I growl. “I’ve never felt like this before. Like I need to consume you. Feel every single part of you.” My hands cup her ass, leaning back so she falls against me as I lift her up and down, rubbing her pussy against my pulsing cock right through our jeans.

Her lovely eyes grow wide. “What if someone sees us?”

“They’d take one glance from a distance and leave immediately.” Squeezing her firm round ass once more, I set Remy back on her feet. We walk outside, and she laughs when I have to adjust myself.

“Maybe in a few days you'll join me in the dining hall and meet everyone? We do the big family lunch thing most weekdays." She twitches a little, so I quickly add, "Whenever you’re ready."

Her cheek brushes against the front of my shirt. "Thank you for getting it. I'm nervous around new people."

"No problem. When you finally meet them, they're going to like you."

I almost used the word love. Of course they're going to love Remy.