Ranger Ben (A Steamy Standalone Instalove Romance)

“I guess trying to keep things from my dad isn’t gonna work, huh?” Stacey asks.

“From the reaction we got from Deputy Barbie back there, I don’t think your dad is going to be blind to the obvious,” I tell her, point-blank.

It’s not the conversation I want to have, but if he’s already on his way up here, it’s time we realized a confrontation is inevitable.

“What’s the story between you and that deputy anyway?” Stacey asks, catching me off guard but only because it’s such a strange question.

“There isn’t one,” I retort, almost hurt she could even think something like that.

“She seemed pretty sweet on you, just saying,” Stacey remarks, but I won’t let the mention of it ruin our moment.

I won’t let anything ruin our time together, and I tell her so once we reach the kitchen. Plumbing and sinks installed there but still looking like an old fashioned ranch kitchen.

“At least there’s a refrigerator,” I observe, trying to steer the conversation away from things that don’t matter.

“You really did all this by yourself?” Stacey asks, looking around in amazement where I can only see a ton of things that still need doing.

“It was pretty run down when I took it on, I’ve been chipping away at it over the years, getting one little project done at a time.”

“If I think about it all at once I think I might lose interest, or my bank balance,” I joke. Not meaning it though.

I’ve always known this place would make me happy in the end, I just never quite knew how much until Stacey came along.

I fish out the supplies that need cooling and wonder how Stacey will get along with the homestyle, wood-fired cooking stove instead of the usual mod-cons.

She doesn’t even blink, suggesting she can help chop wood or do whatever I need her to.

With what feels like everything bad mostly behind us, we both enjoy the afternoon together around the house, stoking fires and setting some food to cook slowly as we both enjoy each other more than the idea of the real storm that’s coming.

I could call Greg, maybe just tell him not to bother coming up. But it’s too late for that. I already know where my responsibilities lie now, and I have to trust in the process.

Once a pot of home-style stew is set simmering over the hob, Stacey asks me with a glimmer in her eye if she can see the bedroom.

Well, she doesn’t need to ask me twice I explain, shifting the pot of food on the ancient wood stove.

Knowing it’ll be a good hour or more before we even think about eating anything else apart from what I have in mind.

Before I show her our bedroom in more detail, I hook my hands around her waist, asking if she’s really happy here.

“I know we just got here, but I’m glad you like it so far,” I murmur, leaning down to kiss her.

I feel her hands run down my chest, resting when they reach my pants zipper.

“I’d like being anywhere with you, Ben,” she whispers, stroking me to attention, “But I especially like it here, just the two of us.”

“It’s the perfect time for a nap, don’t you think?” I ask her, growling low as my own hands move up to cup her chest.

“Or I could help you change out of these into your own clothes?” I offer instead.

She purrs and shivers under my touch, asking if the bathroom has a working tub.

“We can soak in the tub,” I tell her. “But I’d like to dirty you up some first,” I add, unable to help myself now, needing to be inside her like nothing else.

She gives a quick nod of her own urgency and in moments I’ve led her to our bedroom.

I restored the big old bed as one of my first projects, and this is the perfect chance to put it to good use.

“It’s a big empty house for just two,” Stacey whispers as I lay her down, working the buttons on her shirt and then her jeans.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” I ask knowingly. “Is a family of your own something you’d want, or do you just wanna enjoy your youth?”

She frowns for a moment, lost between her thoughts and our shared arousal.

“Anything with you is perfect,” is all she can manage to say, her breaths becoming gasps of passion once I free her chest, taking a breast in both hands. Working her nipples to a stiffness that matches my own before I kiss her.

Helping her to full nakedness, I’m eager to be free of my own clothes, pulling the covers over us both as I start to move down her body.

“I want you to take me like you would have in the woods… when you were watching me,” she moans.

I feel the thrill of her knowing I was watching her, and I feel double hard considering just how long she might have known I was watching.