Rough (Wolf Ranch 1)

He was cocky, but in this, I was thrilled. I already knew from personal experience he had good reason for his confidence. All I had to do was feel, just like he said.

“Then, when I’ve got you all worked up back there, I’ll see about using that vibrating plug on you. First, I’ll dab a little lube on that spit-wet hole and slowly open you up. A little at a time and then trade my finger for that plug. I bet it’s a little one too, just right for play. I could even fuck you with it in. Shit, darlin’, I’m close to coming.”

I was, too. Hanging on his every word, waiting for the coup de grace that sent me over the edge. I didn’t know what it was going to be, but I knew it was going to be steamier than anything I’d ever read in a romance book.

“I heard that little moan. You want it, don’t you? When your ass has taken the plug, that’s when I’m gonna stuff your sweet pussy with my cock. And you’re going to scream so loud the trees will fall on the mountaintops.”

I came. Hard. I tried to keep silent, but instead I let out a strangled mewl.

“Fuck, Audrey. Did you just come?” The roughness of Boyd’s voice made me come again. It was incredible. More intense than any orgasm I’d ever had, even more potent than the one Boyd had given me in the barn. Then, while I’d let go, I’d held a little back, afraid someone might come in, afraid Boyd might look at my pussy and think it weird looking. Something.

But now? This? I’d been completely uninhibited because he had been, too. I could buck and writhe on the vibrator to my wanton heart’s content.

“Oh my God. It was… oh, wow.”

“Good girl,” he growled.

I huffed out a little laugh although I had no energy to barely do that. “I thought you said I was a bad girl.”

“You’re both. For me.”

I smiled into the darkness. I felt relaxed, sated. Sleepy.

I wanted to return the favor—tell Boyd how I’d put my lips over the head of his cock and suck hard until he came, but I was still breathless when I heard him groan, too.

“Did you?” I finally managed to say. I switched off the vibrator and slid it out and dropped it onto the bed

“Fuck, darlin’. I came like a fucking freight train. Cum’s all over the place. And that’s just from me picturing you coming. I can’t wait until I see the real deal again. Feel the way your pussy’s going to squeeze my dick when you come. Drip all over it.”

The release made me bold, and his words made me return to reality. I couldn’t wrap my head around all this attention this guy was pouring on me. “I still don’t get it, Boyd. Why me?”

He growled, this time, not in pleasure. “There are other reasons why I might toss you over my knee and spank you, and putting yourself down is on top of that list.”

“Boyd,” I said, as if that would explain everything.

“Do you believe in fate?”

I frowned. “No. I’m a scientist. We believe in evidence-based reasoning.”

“You also said every baby was a miracle.”

My stomach flopped a little. He’d listened. This guy really listened to me. “Well, yeah. You got me there. But that’s the miracle of nature.”

“The way my body reacts to yours is also a miracle of nature.”

I laughed because he was right. The physical response I had to him, my nipples hardening, my body heating, my pussy getting wet, was all a body’s way of ensuring procreation. It wasn’t romantic or sexy. It was a fact. I was biologically attracted to him, so I could birth his babies.

I envisioned little boys looking just like Boyd, and it was possible my ovary just popped out an egg.

“Okay, I get what you’re saying.”

“I want more than your body,” he amended quickly, like he just realized he made a mistake. “Doc, you’re smart, caring, kind. You love babies. You’re beautiful.”

“I don’t know about that.”

“You’re beautiful. I’m not sure why you don’t see it. Don’t worry, I’ll get you to believe it soon enough.”

“You’re telling me you’re interested in settling down in Cooper Valley. Raising kids? Because car seats don’t fit on the back of a bull.”

My voice raised on the last word. I shouldn’t be afraid to make it very clear what I wanted, what I wouldn’t compromise.

“I’ve worked too hard for too long to get where I am to settle.”

“You shouldn’t fucking settle, ever,” he all but growled.

“Boyd, you’ve worked really hard for your championships. You shouldn’t have to settle either. I just don’t see how it could work.”

“Now hold on,” he prompted. “I’ve admitted I’ve had some wild ways. You dated Jett Markle before me. You dated until you met me.”