Reuniting with the Rancher (Silver Creek Ranch)

14. Great Idea

14

GREAT IDEA

“This is a great idea,” Lily moaned into his ear as she rode him soft and sweet. They had tucked themselves away in the loft of one of the outbuildings and were making love for the second time that afternoon.

With their kids and the students off on a field trip to Silver Creek Ranch, Lily and Grey were taking some much needed time to reconnect.

“Give me that pretty mouth, Songbird,” Grey demanded. Her sweet, full lips landed on his and he got lost in her even more. They drank each other in, took, and gave until neither could move.

“Gotta get your chest out of the sun,” Lily mumbled into his arm. “Sun’s strong through the skylight.”

“UV reinforced baby,” he said with a yawn, kissing her on the top o her head. “Thank you for thinking of me.”

She always make sure he protected his grafts, always turning his moisturizer routine into another way for them to connect with slow strokes and gentle kisses. She was still the kind, thoughtful soul who just made it easier to exist in her world.

“I know we are focused on building something new, Songbird, but I have to say I fucking hated my life without you. Ivy was my one bright spot. I poured love into her, bled dedication to the Corps… I had more to give. Loving you is my thank you to God for allowing me to see another day.”

Her eyelashes fluttered against his chest, tickling him a bit. “Just when I think you’ve said all the sweet things you could ever say, you find new ways to make me fall in love with you all over again.” She squeezed him tight, sliding a leg over his.

“Do you think you could fall in love with me again for the rest of our lives?”

Lily sat up to get a close look at him. “What?”

Grey reached a long arm to his hastily discarded pants and fumbled with the pocket, producing a small, cream velvet box. “Open.”

Lily smiled. “Me or the box?”

He tucked a curl behind her ear and raised a brow. “The box in my hand first.”

Her giggles washed over him, settling in him deep. A gasp followed. “Grey, baby.”

“A different ring for a new beginning,” he said, taking the emerald-cut diamond ring out of the box and showing her the inscription on the inside - an anchor, a piece of ivy, and little bear.

Lily laughed through her tears. “For ten years you hated the song and now this?”

“For ten years, I thought you were singing about a love triangle.”

“What?!”

“‘ From two, to three, baby, we were meant to be, cause I’m anchored to you. ’”

Lily fell back on the blankets, clutching the ring to her chest, her laughter rocking her body. Grey gently pried open her hand, slipping the ring out and guiding it onto her finger.

“From two to four, baby forever more. I’m anchored to you.”