Submitting to the Rancher (Cowboy Doms 1)

“This can be your home, if you want it to be, Sydney,” he said, shoving her legs apart. “I want you.” He worked his cock inside her, one slow inch at a time. “I need you.” Pulling back, her breath caught as he took his time filling her again. “This,” he bumped her cervix, “is now home for me, you are home.”

The tears returned as she wrapped her legs around his hips and dug her heels into his flexing butt. Who said she couldn’t call two places home? Only this one, here, with her rancher, was the one she longed to plant roots.

“Well, since you put it like that, and given my poor sense of direction, I probably couldn’t find my way back to Missouri, at least not without you. I would love to stay.” Tomorrow, she’d tell him she loved him. Tonight, she’d just show him.

Epilogue

Two months later

Sydney stood at the kitchen sink, staring out the window at the light snow falling in large, soft flakes. The afternoon had darkened early due to the cloud cover, and she worried Caden wouldn’t get back tonight like he promised. He and Connor had been gone for five days at an annual ranching seminar in Wyoming, and she missed him dreadfully.

The last several weeks had passed in a blur of changes. The sheriff had found the man sent by her uncle, using her description, and with Uncle Mike’s sworn statement, had been able to make charges stick against him. For his part, her uncle had shown true shock at the man’s threats and actions, swearing he never asked him to harm anyone and never intended for him to take his persuasion to get her to come home so far. With no choice left to him, Mike agreed to rehab and counseling in exchange for the family paying off his debt, but only after they made it clear it would be his last chance. Robert and David also threatened him with expulsion from the family if he stepped out of line again.

She’d returned home for two weeks, Caden accompanying her for the first week. He’d won her grandmother over in spades and nothing could have made Sydney happier than having her beloved relative’s blessing to move to Montana for good, especially since they all promised to visit often. Now, if only her rancher would get his butt back here. The nights had been cold and lonely with him gone.

The sound of his large truck tires crunching over the frozen ground reached her ears before the bright headlights crossed in front of the window. With her heart beating in a wild tattoo of excitement, she braced her hands on the counter ledge and leaned forward to watch his tall frame striding up to the front door.

Turning as he entered the kitchen, she beamed at him. “You’re home.”

Caden’s eyes gleamed as he tossed his Stetson onto a kitchen chair and shrugged out of his coat. “Not yet, darlin.” Striding toward the minx who had turned his life upside down, he gave her a cold kiss before spinning her around and placing her hands back on the edge of the counter. After making short work of yanking her jeans down, releasing his cock and sinking into her wet, slick depths, he breathed in her ear, “Now, I’m home.”

The End