Stables (Black Gulch Ranch #2)

26. Chapter 25

Chapter 25

Char

I can’t remember ever waking up being cuddled. It’s always been me wrapped around Paisley, never someone else holding me.

Matt would only touch me when he was hoping to get lucky.

Dixon envelops me as if he’s shielding me from an explosion.

It makes me feel special.

I do the same with Paisley, except when she turns sideways in the bed and kicks me in the face while she sleeps.

His wide hand cups my shoulder, and his meaty thighs snug behind mine. The heat radiating off him is a welcome change to the chilly morning air.

I find myself tracing the veins on the back of his wrist, and flattening my palm over his knuckles. He’s huge in comparison.

The dull ache in my pelvis can attest to our size difference. I swear I could almost feel the tip of his dick in the back of my throat.

My god, how many times did I come? I’ve never experienced anything like that before.

Intense doesn’t begin to describe it.

He lets out a low rumble and shifts his arm, moving his hand down my side, he positions my hips to tighten against his before his breathing levels back out.

His fingers dangle on my waist, close enough to the tight curls on the mound of my pussy that it tickles. Soft exhales wash over the top of my head.

I’m bathed in sensations of him.

Will it always be like this? Or will he lose interest?

Matt used to call me a burden.

Last night might be the best it will ever be, even if I nearly screwed it all up.

I’ll just tuck that memory away. One day, when I’m alone again, I’ll be able to pull it back up and know I had one incredible moment.

He said he wants to be with me, have children. I hope that’s true.

But maybe I’m being stupid, rushing in with rose colored glasses.

It’s not like I’ve known him very long.

Two weeks? At most?

Fuck, I’m a hopeless romantic.

I should know better. Matt showed me that there isn’t always a happy ending.

Did I mess up again?

Struggling to blink back the tears allows an uncontrollable sob to escape.

His bicep flexes under my head, and his other arm moves back up from my hip to encircle me.

“I’m not going anywhere,” he growls, hugging me tightly. “So stop fretting.” He pauses as his thumb finds my nipple against the sheets. “On the other hand, I wouldn’t mind spanking your pretty little ass again to prove I care.”

The bed shakes with his quiet laughter.

“How did you know?” I sniffle.

He raises himself up on his elbow and peers down, a soft smile turns up the two day whisker growth on his cheek. “Because I think it’s normal for you to be second guessing. With everything—” He waves his arm in a broad arc. “—going on, it’s easy to slip to only bad outcomes.”

My lip rolls between my teeth when I nod. “I just, well, I don’t want to ruin this.” Floating my finger, I point back and forth from his chest to mine. “But—” I let my palm rest on his pec. “—I don’t want to be hurt again,” I whisper, finally admitting my greatest fear.

His tousled dark hair falls over his forehead as he looks down, his jaw ticking.

“I’m not always an easy man to live with. But I can promise, I will never lash out in anger. As for pain, though…” His voice drops as he guides my hand to his very large, very hard erection beneath the blanket. “I’d be lying if I said I didn’t want to rip you in two,” he growls as he wraps my fingers around his throbbing cock.

Well, the tips certainly don’t meet. He’s much too girthy for my small hands to encircle.

That doesn’t stop him from using my palm to stroke up and down his shaft.

Every time he moves me near the tip, I let my thumb swirl over the top, and I’m rewarded with a twitch from his hips.

With a groan, he pulls my touch away from him and moves my arms above my head then rolls over me, wedging himself between my thighs. “You keep doing that, I’m going to make you hurt again in the best way.”

Propping himself on his elbow, his lips move to steam against my throat. Burning kisses, he works his way beneath my ear before his tongue scalds below my jaw. “Not a bad way to wake up?” He shifts, pressing the head of his cock against the hollow of my aching pussy.

“You spoil me.” How am I already so wet for him?

Reaching down, he grabs himself and rubs his engorged ridge against my clit sending spasms through my belly.

With narrowed eyes, he pushes himself to his knees between mine and spreads my legs. “You’re going to come for me. Every morning.” His pelvis rocks as his full length caresses my sensitive slit.

My god it feels good.

I can almost get off just watching his abs flex and the mushroomed head of his huge cock working over me.

He’s fucking sexy as hell.

And he’s mine.

His long strokes get faster, building the pressure in my limbs.

Cupping my palm over his slick length, I just want him to feel as amazing as I do. It’s so hard to focus though as each drive of his hips sends me reeling further into a frenzy of heat blazing through me.

He presses himself harder against me, increasing the friction until I feel like I’m ready to explode.

I think he can read my mind. Shifting onto his heels, his hand replaces his erection and he shoves two fingers deep inside as his mouth dips to close over my begging clit.

Fire courses through me in a cascading wave as he rips a climax from me.

Moaning and clenching the sheets, my back arches with each relentless slide of his hand. His torturous mouth sucks every ounce of release until I’m left spent and weak on the damp bed.

His glistening mustache twitches in a slow smile, then he flips my knee over and lightly spanks my ass. “I’ll make breakfast.”

When he rises, his mammoth hard on stands like a flagpole in front of his flat belly.

Wait.

“Don’t you want to, um…?” I let the question hang as I pant breathlessly on the bed.

“I’ll have you begging by the end of the day, as it should be.” He winks, sliding on his underwear, he tucks the head of his cock in his waistband and heads out into the hall.

Only a few moments later, he returns carrying his duffel, then disappears into the bathroom.

I haven’t moved.

In fact, I’m debating pulling the blanket back over me and going to sleep.

I’m lightheaded and my skin is buzzing.

God damn that man and what he does to me.

I jerk awake when I feel the brush of fabric over my body.

I must have dozed off, but Dixon is standing over me tucking the thick fleece around me.

“Mommy go night night?” Paisley wobbles in through the door rubbing her eyes. Her dark hair is in a haphazard poof on the side of her head.

Oh gosh. I’m glad he had a chance to get dressed, but I’m still buck naked.

“Hi, baby girl. I’m just being lazy.” I reach over the edge of the mattress and smooth out some of her messy frizz.

She blinks twice, then turns to Dixon. “Uppie?” Holding her hands out, he lifts her easily to his side.

“Daddy Dixon, more shrimp please?” Her fist twists over her cheeks before she circles his neck and rests her forehead on his shoulder.

“Yes, ma’am.” He grins and turns towards the hall. “Tell me Paisley, how would you feel about being a big sister?”

He’s gone before I hear the answer.

This is all too good to be true.

With a long stretch, I slide out of the covers and almost trip over his duffel bag just outside the door to the bathroom.

I guess I need to decide if this whole thing is permanent or not. He probably doesn’t want to live out of a suitcase forever.

What I don’t know is what the hell to do.

Stay here? I’m upside down on the farm, and—

Fuck. Crippling pain seizes my chest when I remember my horses.

I hate Matt so much.

But I thought I loved him once.

Am I going down that same path again? Why can’t I just be sure?

I try to shake the questions out of my head and get dressed.

One day at a time.

Where’s my phone? Oh yea, still in my purse from after dinner.

Libby: How’d it go meeting the family?

Libby: Did you make it home?

Libby: You better be getting lucky…

Libby: OMG CALL ME I NEED DETAILS

Her texts are an hour apart.

My face burns as I get further into them.

Me: Long story, will fill you in later. XO

The little three dots appear almost immediately.

Libby: You can NOT leave me hanging like that! Is he still there, or do I need to come kick daddy ass?

Me: He’s still here, that part’s a-okay.

Libby: Is that code? What are the kids calling it nowadays?

That makes me snort. She’s younger than I am. Heck, she just turned twenty-one last fall.

“Mommy! I have shrimp.” Paisley proudly holds up her chunky fist as her little legs kick happily in her high chair.

I still can’t believe Dixon bought a whole bag of it for her to keep in the freezer. But he wouldn’t let me argue with him at the grocery store, just dropped it in the cart and kept pushing.

Seeing the wide toothy grin makes me lose any will to fight him on it.

“Is it yummy?” I fill the teapot with water and slide next to Dixon at the oven to set it on the burner.

The eggs and sausage he’s cooking smells amazing.

“Mmm,” she hums and takes another bite.

Pausing, I’m not really confident in us crossing the physical boundary, but I give in and let my arm circle his waist.

He doesn’t wait, but wraps me close to kiss the top of my head before stirring the food.

“I’m afraid you’re setting very high standards for Paisley.” I glance over to catch her picking up another pink shrimp.

He shrugs. “I remember my niece being obsessed with scallops at that age. Then one day, she was just done. Now, my nephew, Sawyer? He got a hold of his first pizza roll at that age, and I think that’s where just about every penny he earns goes.” The spatula works the eggs around the edge. “I guess that’s a guy thing.” His dark eyes find mine. “Once we find something we like, we don’t want to let go.”

My stomach flip flops as my heartbeat pounds in my ears.

The whistle of steam pulls me from his intense gaze.

When I pour our tea, I can’t stop thinking about last night and my horses.

Where are they?

“Do you think Matt hurt them? Or sold them?” I ask Dixon over my shoulder.

It makes me nauseous not knowing.

“Blue will be here around noon. He’s bringing Wade. We’ll get this figured out.” He slides two plates onto the table near the teacups I just set down.

They’re both heaping with meat, eggs, and even biscuits that we brought back from Lori’s. I can’t remember the last time I was able to afford such a breakfast.

Everything I’ve known is changing.

Except being terrorized by Matt.