Taboo: A Dark Romance Boxset (Stud Ranch 1)

“You better,” he warns. “Love you, honey.”

“Love you, too.” I blow him a kiss and then hang up, slipping the phone back in my pocket.

God, I love that Dad and I are back in contact again and I know he’s not as worried about me anymore. Just another of the compromises Xavier’s been willing to make lately in order to see to my happiness.

I give a good, long stretch, loosening my lower back muscles, then get to grooming Hot Lips. It’s early evening and I like to give her a lot of attention these days. I feel bonded with her since she’s so big with her foal. I can only imagine how hot and uncomfortable she’s got to be, just a few weeks away from giving birth. She’s comfortable with me and I like to take her out to the side paddock to walk her in circles so she can get some low-impact exercise each day. Well, so both of us can. One of my compromises? I do very little strenuous work around here now.

“That feels good, doesn’t it, girl?” I ask after finishing with the curry comb. I’m about to reach for her hard brush when I see Xavier walk into the stable.

My mouth immediately goes dry. At the same time, my sex starts pulsing so hard between my legs I have to twist them together.

I mentioned the horny as hell thing, right?

He’s sweaty and he pulls his button up work-shirt off, revealing a sweat-drenched tank top underneath.

I remember the day he teased my clitoris with a soft grooming brush and all but moan where I stand.

We’ve had sex since the doctor told us it was safe. But with my wicked morning sickness that seemed to last forever, the occasions have still been too few and far between for my liking.

That’s it.

No more.

He’s sweaty, I’m wet, and like the horses, this is a lady who’s ready to be ridden hard.

I swing Hot Lips’s stall door closed, hang up her brush, and then stalk toward Xavier, unbuttoning my own shirt and flinging it to the ground in a move that’s probably over the top. By the widening of his eyes, though, I’d say I’m getting my point across.

I’m wearing a camisole underneath and I don’t hesitate in whipping it over my head as well. In almost the same motion, I unsnap my bra and then I’m standing before him in nothing but my Wranglers and boots.

My nipples quickly pebble to hard points under his gaze.

It’s when his gaze drops lower to my rounded stomach that his eyes really flare, though.

That’s a development as of a couple weeks ago. I was embarrassed at first but then kind of struck with awe. The peanut’s big enough that he’s starting to make my belly stick out. Okay, according to the baby site Xavier and I now check religiously each week, at five months, he or she is now the size of an eggplant. His or her brain function and hearing are developing this week, so the kiddo can start recognizing the sound of our voices.

Cue Xavier talking and singing non-stop to my stomach.

Which, yes, is freaking adorable. He has a really good singing voice, too. The things I’m learning about this man.

On my first day here, could I have ever imagined the scary hulk on his knees cradling my stomach to his lips and crooning Hozier and Decemberist lyrics to my belly? Uh… no.

Except right now, I’m hoping he’s not thinking about our sweet little eggplant.

When his hand reaches out, it’s not my stomach he touches.

But he doesn’t go for my breasts either.

No, he grabs my hips. Just long enough to twirl me toward the wall.

“Over,” his rough voice demands, pushing my back down.

I bend over and grab onto the edge of the sink basin for balance.

Xavier rips my jeans down my legs.

“Are you wet?” he growls out.

“Yes,” I rasp.

There’s no foreplay or preamble.

His cock shoves right in.

“Oh God, yes!” I scream, pounding a hand on the sink. I don’t care if I scare the horses. This is what I’ve been needing. He’s been so goddamned careful with me the times we have had sex and goddamn it, I’ve just needed him to—

“Fuck me,” I yell at him. “I just need you to ram me so fucking hard. If you hold back, I swear I’ll—”

“Like this?” he roars back, pumping his hips furiously. His cock feels so goddamned amazing every time he bottoms out, his balls slapping my ass. The sound is so profane and fucking hot and just, God.

“A pet should let her Master know when she needs taking care of.” He reaches around and palms my breast, first squeezing the whole thing in his hand, then plucking the nipple with his fingers as he continues his merciless drive in and out of my pussy. “You’ve been a bad girl, not communicating your needs.”