The Wrangler Takes a Wife (Silver Creek Ranch #7)

Chapter 17

Chapter Seventeen

C hase

They would not make it for breakfast. It finished at ten, in thirty minutes, and Chase just joined her in the shower.

“Come on, Wrangler,” Amara whined. “You showered already.”

“This is the thanks I get for coming in here to help you wash your back?”

He put on the shower glove and pumped some wash onto it.

“Like you’d stick to just washing my back.” Amara had reason to doubt her husband’s ability to stay on task.

“It will really be up to you.”

Damn if he didn’t have a point. Steam and studs influenced her libido. This would be a tough one, because she also needed to eat. “But Wrangler, I’m hungry.”

“If we miss the restaurant downstairs in the hotel. We’ll go around the corner for brunch. I promise to feed you.”

“Alright,” she conceded. Besides, it felt good the way his gloved hand rubbed her back.

“Just relax and let me get you all clean, then we’ll go get something to eat.” He gave a quick peck to her neck.

“I want pancakes.”

“Promise to get you some. Because?”

“It’s our honeymoon/anniversary and I can have anything my heart desires.”

“Exactly.”

Chase insisted they take time out and celebrate the last year, and the expansion of their family. He’d come so far since he first found out about the baby. The road wasn’t easy. He’d had to battle a few nightmares. The first one had taken her by shock. Waking up to find him thrashing in the bed beside her had been jarring. When she put on the lights, he was pale and glistening in sweat. Amara was the big spoon that night, holding him until he finally fell back asleep.

In the morning, he surprised her again. “I'm sorry for scaring you last night. I reached out to a therapist I used to work with, and he does remote sessions. We are going to start tomorrow. We’ll get through this,” he promised.

As hard as therapy was, Chase faced it with grit and determination. Amara gave her support every step of the way. She even joined him in some sessions. It was all paying off. There were four months until the baby arrived, and Chase embraced fatherhood more each day.

Together, they were getting through pregnancy. Amara was thankful she didn't have to deal with morning sickness, but adjusting to having less energy was a challenge. Chase was handling her mood swings well, providing unwavering support and patience. They both leaned on each other, navigating the difficulties as a team.

His hand squeezed her ass before giving it a firm tap. Closing the gap between them, she felt his body press against her back. She could feel his hardened length against her ass. He reached around, cupping her breast. His massage soothed the aching sensitivity. She moaned at the relief.

“I thought you wanted to get to breakfast?” Chase teased.

“I do but…” she trailed off as his gloved fingers plucked her nipples. The food could wait. She ground against his length.

“Hm,” he groaned. “It’ll be quick.”

He discarded the glove. Chase’s other hand slipped between her legs, stroking her inner thigh up to her slick folds. A rush of pleasure spread through her body. She let out a soft moan, her breath ragged. She rocked her hips as his fingers slipped into her core. As he thrust his digits, a wave of warmth radiated from deep within her, sending tingling sensations coursing through her veins.

Amara’s skin prickled with goosebumps, and her heart raced with every touch. A deep, aching desire built in her. She was right on the edge when his finger slipped from her. Her objection never made it to her lips.

“Shh, I got you.” Chase bent her forward and replaced his digits with his cock. Filling her. Her moan of satisfaction bounced off the shower walls. Her muscles tensed with anticipation, each stroke igniting a fire that spread through her limbs. The heat pooled in her belly, intensifying with every heartbeat. It was as if every nerve ending was alive, pulsating with the raw, electric energy of the moment.

“Fuck, you feel good,” he praised. His hips moved in a circular motion, pushing her deeper into ecstasy. She felt her body heat as he continued to pleasure her. Water cascaded over their intertwined bodies, the warmth intensifying the sensation against their skin. The steam enveloped them, creating an intimate bubble as her breaths became shallow and her grip tightened around his cock. The pleasure rippled through her with each movement, escalating in intensity with each stroke. As the tension built to her climax, she finally surrendered to the overwhelming sensation, her body shuddering with a profound release.

“Chase! Yes! God, I love you.” A wave of relief washed over her, leaving her feeling weightless and euphoric. Chase gripped her hips and flooded her core.

An hour later, a very relaxed and satisfied Amara was humming around a mouthful of fluffy pancakes. There was no shame in her game. She cleaned her plate. “What do you have planned now?”

This trip was Chase’s brainchild. He’d insisted they visit Vancouver. She had never been, so she was game. Thus far, she was loving the trip. Her Wrangler was giving her a cultured getaway. They were currently exploring the historic district of Gastown. “I thought we could go for a walk, work all of this off, and then you can have your afternoon nap.”

The walk was longer than she anticipated but all was forgotten by the time she woke up from her nap. Amara felt so good as she stretched. They shared some fruit and then got ready for dinner. He wouldn’t tell her where they were going.

“You’ll see when we get there.”

At least he helped her pick an appropriate outfit for the evening. “It’s the least you can do.”

He winked at her.

The restaurant Chase led them to did not have a line of patrons like the other trendy restaurants in the area. In fact, it didn’t look like there was much movement.

“What is this place?” Amara asked. She looked around and couldn’t even see the name of the restaurant.

“It’s a pop up.”

Maybe Amara was being snobby. She heard ‘pop up’ and immediately thought she was going to be some amateur chef’s guinea pig. “Um, really?”

“If you don’t like it. We can grab room service.” That was a relief. They were staying at the Lancaster. Their food was world class.

The interior of the restaurant was simple, but elegant. Amara baulked when she found out there was no menu. However, after the appetizer, she was impressed. “The appetizer was incredible. This chef knows what the hell he is doing.”

“I’d like to hope so.” A deep British voice answered. Amara looked over her shoulder, where he stood right behind her, and her eyes went wide as a saucer. The fuck! It’s Aaron Fucking Ma.

“Chef Ma,” she squeaked.

“Chef Harrison.” They shook hands.

Oh my god! He knew her fucking name. She looked at Chase. He gave her an encouraging smile.

“Happy anniversary to you both.”

“Thank you?” The shock made it sound like a question.

“Your husband reached out. He shared that you attended a course that I guest lectured at, but we didn’t have time to meet. When I heard, I thought I would rectify it by coming over and introducing myself.”

Her husband was the best. Her bookshelves were full of Aaron Ma cookbooks. So, he knew how much she admired the chef, and now she was meeting him. She was so caught up in her thoughts; she was certain she had misheard him.

“I’d love to give you a tour of the kitchen.”

Aaron Ma, who told her, “just call me, Aaron.” He was so cool and down to earth. Aron even explained the pop up was a test run for a restaurant they planned to open the following year. Meeting one of her culinary heroes was beyond incredible.

Amara was still in awe as she sat on their hotel bed. “How did you pull off the meeting with Chef Ma?”

“I called in a favour with Bolton. He mentioned he knew the chef. The rest came together.”

“That was the best surprise ever!” She launched at him, hugging him.

“I’m glad you liked it. I’ve got another one.”

Chase reached into the side table and produced a jewellery box. “I wanted you to have this.”

“What is it?”

“A family heirloom.” He opened the box, and a beautiful pearl and diamond ring was nestled in the pink satin. “This ring belonged to your Aunt Marina.”

“Oh, my gosh. I don’t know if I can take it.” Her Aunt Marina had gone through so much heartbreak.

“I cleared it with her. I think part of the reason she agreed was because she wouldn’t come for the wedding ceremony.”

Aunt Marina had sworn never to step foot in the province again when she left, and she hadn’t. Not even for his uncle’s funeral.

“Yeah, but the ring doesn’t have a great history.”

“No, they didn’t have one. Our history won’t end up the way theirs did.” He set aside the ring and grasped her hands. “This Wrangler took a wife. An amazing one. We are both strong enough to always fight for each other. This ring will remind us never to give up on each other. To always choose each other.”

Amara nodded. She liked that sentiment. He slipped the ring on her finger. “I can’t believe she spoke to you, much less agreed to you giving me the ring.”

“It wasn’t so hard. I think she let go of some of her anger towards my uncle, and she liked the idea of the ring going to someone in her family.”

“Probably. Thank you for the ring, the trip, the day, and meeting Chef Ma. This first year wasn’t what I expected, but I wouldn’t change a thing, Wrangler.”

“It’s just the beginning, Sweet Darling. It’s only going to get better from here.” He cupped her stomach, rubbing her belly. Her heart sang.