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“I’ve missed this.” I whispered, continuing to run my hands down to his pants, helping him out of them. My fingers were tingling as they skimmed over his naked muscular frame. “You. Us together.”
Stop your words before he pulls his clothes back on and leaves you wanting!
Adding my lips to his skin on a downward journey, I was able to quiet my verbal declarations.

“Oh my God, Jade, no, you don’t…” he murmured as he tried to keep me from sinking to my knees in front of him, “have to do that.”

Too late, I was already licking my eager lips looking up at him, “Keep the hat on,” I said excited to taste him—excited to live out one of my cowboy fantasies. I probably should have been letting him pleasure me, letting him make up for the lost time apart, letting him give me a sexy apology. But it was what I wanted to do, so in a way, it truly was more for me than him.

Aroused by his moans as I cupped his taut balls, I ran my tongue up and down his thick length. Add in the lovely look on his face and I was even more turned on. My nipples hardened as I took him completely into my warm mouth. His whole body shook as he groaned.

Working my hand into the mix, I wrapped one around the base of his cock firmly. Stroking and licking and sucking, I worshipped him. I loved when he took matters into his own hands literally; his fingers grasped my hair, winding it around his fists. Guiding me up and down his length, I moaned as I looked up at him.

“So pretty,” he said as I slipped my free hands over my body.

With one hand to my breast I played with my nipple, while my other hand ran between my legs to toy with my vibrant red curls that I knew he loved so much. “Oh Jade,” he panted before closing his eyes, throwing his head back and releasing his salty honey down my throat.
So good!
My whole body shuddered as I worked myself into a state of complete bliss.

What I thought was bliss proved to only be an appetizer, as I was lifted up off of the floor and deposited on top of a soft, downy bed dressed in white billowy linens perfect for deflowering a bride. Not a bride nor a virgin, but I still felt special as he paid extremely generous attention to every inch of my body. Slowly and meticulously, he made me feel beautiful with his loving words and his incredible touch that warmed my skin and overheated my sexy bits.

The orgasms he provided were mind-blowing, spectacular, but it was the tenderness that hit me. It was the cuddling between each renewal of our coming together. It was the lyrics. The words that had been quietly recited to me, I realized were songs, songs that I was familiar with:

Ones that proclaimed stories of loving someone from the beginning.

Ones that spoke of forever.

Ones that could hurt me deeply if I believed that he meant them.

Ones that when I was gone would play on my radio and crush me.

Or, maybe they were his way of telling me he loved me, I liked my “or.”

CHAPTER TEN

Sage

T
aking Jade to the honeymoon cabin, the “hump shack” as the guys called it, was the best move I had made in weeks. Why did I deny myself her company, I questioned. I wasn’t completely opposed to having a relationship, but it had to be the right person. Someone who was going to stay. I couldn’t do what Hank did, waiting for his woman to return. I was ready to make a commitment to something that I was sure was permanent. Until she came along, I was satisfied with brief encounters here and there off the ranch. Jade on the ranch was probably not smart, but I couldn’t stop the want for her. One look at her in that flower printed dress and red boots, I was a goner. I knew what Hank meant when he talked about Ginnylee.

Every summer I watched the interaction between Hank and Ginnylee, I was always envious of their love. I first met them when I was a kid visiting the dude ranch with my parents on a family vacation. The older I got, the more Hank told me about her and their situation. There was a big age gap between them and they preferred to keep their relationship private.

She had a child and he was pretty sure that she was his daughter, but she told him that she was sorry, she wasn’t his flesh and blood. He refused to believe her and treated the child as if she was his own. He took time away from the ranch from time to time to visit her. He said he loved them both more than life and would never abandon them no matter what Ginnylee told him. Hank showed me the right way to love someone, something my parents never did.

Unfortunately, he got very sick and everything changed, he pushed her away. He told her that he had met someone else more his age and that he was going to marry her. He asked that she not show up at the ranch again. He never saw them after that, he knew he was terminal and he didn’t want them to see him deteriorate. He also knew that if she came to take care of him that she would have to divulge their private life. I tried to talk him into letting her make that decision, but he wouldn’t hear of it, and made me promise to keep his secret. I did as he wished and sadly, watched him die without his real family at his side.

I loved him like a father, even though he was more the age of my grandfather, I missed him every day—more so lately. I think my feelings, the feelings I was trying my hardest to deny for Jade, had me thinking of their everlasting love. That all-consuming, death til we part kind of love. Though he died alone, without her, I knew that he still loved her as he took his final breath.

Could Jade be reading my mind, I wondered as she stirred next to me, and asked me a shocking question out of the blue, “You ever been in love like that?” I must’ve spoke some of my thoughts out loud, otherwise where were those coming from? What had she heard?

“Not like that,” I said scrubbing my hand over my stubbled chin, puzzled. “But yeah, there was a farm girl in college. Or at least, I thought, she wanted to be a farm girl. I was fooled or blind to the subtle hints she dropped.”

“Not like what? What do you mean by that?” she asked, raising up, exposing her beautiful breast with pale pink nipples.

“Nothing. I was just mainly thinking aloud.” I grazed her peaks with a fingertip and watched goosebumps dot her skin. “Sorry if I was yammering and woke you.”

“So this farm girl?” She laughed. “Trying to avoid my question?”

“No.” I looked at her face instead of her body. “She was just your basic college romance gone terribly wrong.” A subject I didn’t want to talk about, but I wouldn’t lie and say that there wasn’t a certain someone who I thought was my forever. It was her turn, I redirected our conversation, “What about you?”

“Not really.” She smirked, moving her body closer to my growing erection. “There were never any real cowboys at the beach to scratch my itch.”

“Partial to cowboys?” I pushed up against her. Expecting to return to playtime, she was suddenly serious, and moved back to look me straight in the eye.

“I’ve been around make-believe cowboys my whole life. My grandfather is an actor, mainly in Westerns. I always made him let me believe he was a real cowboy. I never wanted to go on location, I wanted to stay in my fantasy world. I wanted movies to be real. Ha! I didn’t want to know anything about the behind the scenes stuff.”

Talking about her family, I understood why she had changed from a sexy cowgirl to just the most beautiful woman ever sitting in front of me. She had my full attention, she had me curious with her statement about her grandfather. “I love old Western movies, as a kid they were my all-time favorites. I loved to watch them wearing a cowboy hat with my cap guns in my holsters. Then, of course, I liked to play Cowboys and Indians with my brother.” I stopped as I visualized Spencer and I as plain as day, then asked the question I was dying to hear answered, “Who is your grandfather? A major star? Would I know him? What movies?” My voice was overly excited.

“Tex Cassidy,” she answered casually like he was just any ol’ guy.

“Very familiar! Wow! Jade Cassidy?”

“Yep, that’s me. Cassidy is his real surname. Tex, no, but it fits him.”

“Bonnie Lane’s granddaughter? Western royalty.”

“Ha! Ha! They are nothing like the Hollywood crowd depicted them.”

“You’re right, your grandmother does look like a redheaded Doris Day.”

“She’s a far more tamed redhead than me.” She laughed like crazy, throwing her head back, rolling on to her back, causing the sheets to give way to more of her body that I was absolutely wild about.
Fuck! She is amazing
.

“I’m quite fond of your bold shade of red. It’s my all-time favorite.”

“Yes?” Her eyes lit up as she sucked in her bottom lip before she emitted a sexy giggle. “Apparently in both locations.” She was right, my hand had moved down her curvy body and begun to stroke the little red curls, then farther down between her thighs. She didn’t seem to mind as she pushed into my hand, making purring noises.

Taking her the two times before didn’t seem nearly enough.
Would I ever get my fill of her?
I didn’t think so as I pulled her on top of me and tangled my fingers in her hair. Her lush pussy lips slid over my cock, driving me wild, I nearly howled like a wolf on the night of a full moon. Toying with me, not allowing me to gain access to her slick walls, only lasted so long, before I lifted her hips and plunged in to the hilt. So warm, so tight, so wet—so fucking incredible!

“Someone wants to be rode it appears,” she moaned moving while my hands aided her movement to a perfect rhythm.

“Damn right, my little cowgirl.”

Laughing in a sexy way, she raised one of her arms in the air while the other one held on to me. Playing with me as if I was a mechanical bull, she moved, but not for long as I flipped her beneath me and took charge. Driving and plunging, hitting a spot that seemed to be just right for her as she panted my name over and over. I joined her with my own breathless mutterings while moving together wildly until we both climaxed.

Exhausted, sleep consumed us again and I fell into a deep, peaceful slumber until a multitude of dreams invaded. A couple were very pleasant. Who could complain about visions of my cowgirl running through a meadow of wildflowers? If only she had been naked. Of course, I would wish for that, what guy wouldn’t? She was so beautiful in a white flowing dress. Stopping to pick a few Columbines, she twirled and threw them in the air. She said they looked like fairies and she was hoping that they would fly? When she began to run again, there were three children following her, laughing.

The dream… nightmare that wasn’t enjoyable at all was where the ranch was taken from me. Everything was leveled, only the barn remained. Gorgeous trees that were everywhere on the property had been removed. A big luxurious resort sat close to the lake. A lagoon style pool that you would see in a tropic location separated the hotel from the natural water. Docks extended from the shore and obnoxious power boats were lined up, roaring. Meadow areas were paved parking lots. The serene landscape was gone. Jade was no longer her playful self in shorts and red cowboy boots. Instead, she stood wearing a stiff business suit with a normal shade of red hair in a severe bun welcoming guests as they gave their keys over to valet parking attendants.

Holy shit!
I sat up and looked around, the sun was up. Reality was setting in, I could lose the ranch. No, I couldn’t, several attorneys had told me so, but as in Murphy’s Law—shit could happen. Lying awake, I thought back over the dreaded night visions that had played out in my head as I watched Jade still sleeping.

Who was she?

Did she play me?

Was she spying?

Checking out the property?

Shit, I needed to get it together, none of that was possible, I told myself silently as I rubbed my eyes hoping that all of my bad thoughts would disappear. She didn’t come here, I brought her here. I offered her a job, she needed work. Coincidence, that’s all it was. The constant inquiries and legal proceedings that continued to plague me had me suspicious of anyone and everyone.

The woman next to me was innocent of my current predicament. She was just a perfect distraction for however long she stayed. If I had it my way, she would never leave, and my first dream would become reality.

I wanted to see her day in and day out on the ranch.

I wanted to see
our
children running around.

I wanted
us
.

CHAPTER ELEVEN

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