Winning the Cowboy (Circle B Ranch 6)

“God, I love you,” I say.

“I love you more.”

Epilogue

MACKENZIE

ONE YEAR LATER

“You’re gonna wake her up,” I whisper-hiss as my eyelids fight to stay open.

“Then you better stay quiet, Mrs. Harding.” Grayson kisses his way up between my thighs. “Don’t scream.”

“Easy for you to say,” I groan as he swipes his tongue over my clit.

Though I really could’ve used another thirty minutes of sleep, waking up to my husband between my legs is worth it. However, ever since we got Amora, I’m more cautious of how loud we are. The little girl has been through enough during her life, and the last thing I want is for her to hear her foster parents having sex.

Grayson thrusts two fingers inside me as he licks my pussy, bringing me closer to the edge. I reach for a pillow and place it over my head as I moan out in pleasure.

“Come on my tongue, baby. I need to taste you before I go to work.”

My back arches as he finger-fucks me deeper and sucks harder. It only takes minutes to set me off before I’m screaming.

“That’s my girl. Fuckin’ perfect.” Grayson crawls up my body, removes the pillow, and grins at me. “Nothin’ like starting my day with you on my lips.”

“Keep that up, Cowboy, and you’re gonna be late for work.”

He shrugs, then leans in to kiss me. “After the number of times I’ve covered for Diesel not showing up on time, I’m not too worried.”

Before I can respond, a small knock echoes. “Oh my God.” I panic and throw Grayson off me. He’s caught off guard and can’t stop himself before he plummets to the floor. “Shit, sorry,” I whisper, then dig for my shorts that he tossed aside.

“Coming sweetie, just a minute,” I call out, rushing to my feet to get dressed.

I open the door with a smile and see Amora standing with her blanket and stuffed bear in her arms.

“Mornin’, sweetheart.” I kneel and give her a hug. “You sleep okay?”

“Mm-hmm.” She smiles. “I’m hungry.”

“Me too.” I playfully boop her nose. “Let me take a shower and get dressed, then we can go to the B&B. That sounds good?”

She nods.

Amora is a six-year-old black girl who moved in with us eight months ago. After we got married, our application was approved. We got the call about her a week later, and she’s been with us ever since. Her father died soon after she was born and her mother passed away two years ago. Since she had no other family, Amora immediately went into foster care. We’ve adjusted better than expected, and I fell in love with her as soon as we met. There was no doubt in our minds that she was meant to be with us. I can’t imagine my days without seeing her bright smile and hearing her laughter.

Since it’s Saturday, we don’t have to rush to school and can hang out until Grayson’s off work. We’re busy during the week since she participates in the after-school program. By the time we get home and eat dinner, she’s nearly falling asleep on the couch.

“Where’s Daddy?” She loves seeing him in the mornings before he leaves.

Amora surprised us about a month ago when she started calling us mom and dad. We told her she could call us whatever she was comfortable with. After we discussed adoption and asked if she’d like to live with us forever, she confirmed she did, so we’re now in the process of making that happen. She seemed relieved to have a place she could finally call home. Of course, I wept like a baby, but I was too happy to keep my emotions in.

Grayson pops his head up and holds back a groan. “Right here. I’ll be out in a minute, honey.”

“Did you sleep on the floor?” she asks, furrowing her dark eyebrows.

“Yeah, sore back,” he responds, and I turn to glare at him.

“Why don’t you find something to wear, and when I’m out of the shower, I’ll do your hair,” I suggest, and her whole face lights up.

After she goes to her room, I get cleaned up.

“Pretty sure I’m gonna have a bruised tailbone because of you,” Grayson taunts when I’m out of the shower.

“You’ll be just fine,” I muse, patting his ass. “Tell the guys it’s a sex injury.”

“Don’t worry, I will.” He winks.

Amora’s outfit choice makes me smile. She loves unicorns and anything rainbow-colored, so I’m not surprised by her pink tutu, purple tights, and unicorn shirt. She’s even paired it all with her favorite pink cowboy boots. When she first arrived, she only had one suitcase of clothes, but Olivia was sweet enough to pass some items down that no longer fit her. Shortly after, we took Amora shopping and let her pick out whatever she wanted. Now one of her favorite things to do is shop in San Angelo, not that I can blame her.