Roughing It With the Rancher Bonus Scene

“Better than morning sickness, low energy, and irritability,” she says, smashing her hungry lips against mine. “But the horniness came way before. Like the first time I saw you.”

“And the second time I saw you,” I tease, tasting her mouth with the tip of my tongue.

She exhales, her eyes darkening and her nostrils flaring. “I need you, husband. So damn much.”

Fuck, that does something to me.

My cheeks glow as I pick her up, kissing her passionately and walking blindly to the bed covered in rose petals.

“Well, Mrs. Gunner, you know I’ll never make you ask twice for anything you really, really want.”

“And I really, really want this,” she pants as I lower her down, pausing for one moment to enjoy the visual feast of her curvy body stretched out like a cat ready for a good petting.

My dick chafes against the inside of my Wranglers, but it can wait.

I need her soft and boneless beneath me first.

I kneel in front of her, pulling her hips towards me. Anticipation swirls in her eyes, pupils blown.

My breath comes faster as I notice the dark stain on her pink panties and the delicious smell of her desire.

“You need me,” I say roughly, like it still surprises me. Maybe it does.

My treasure. My angel.

I remove the panties, throwing the wet slip of fabric through the air, uncaring of where it lands.

She needs me.

That’s all that matters.

I slide her long legs apart and put them over my shoulders, one at a time. I still can’t get enough of her—pink and so damn needy. For me.

My tongue slides through her, body taut and rock-hard, knowing where this leads.

Esmeralda’s fingers curl into the bed sheets, whimpering at first contact.

I go where she needs me, teasing and playing with her, thrumming her with my tongue until she arches her hips towards me, opening herself, giving me everything.

She’s all pants and screams. I fill her with my tongue and then my fingers, sucking and swirling. She flutters and aches, body tightening as she floats free. When she breaks, she nearly takes me with her, the little sounds she makes intoxicating. My beard’s wet with her pleasure.

Our eyes lock.

She wants more.

I do, too.

I lick my fingers, jumping to my feet and making quick work of removing my boots, socks, and other effects.

Somewhere in the middle of this undressing, she finds her muscles again, removing her clothes, piece by piece, until I’m pretty sure I’m about to explode all over the creamy skin of her belly.

But no.

That won’t work for me.

This angel deserves worship, and I’m going to give it to her.

Climbing up onto the bed, I pull her into my arms. She enthusiastically takes my offer, tangling her body around me until I don’t know where I begin and she ends.

She’s my everything, my all. There’s nothing I won’t do to make her ecstatic… and keep her that way.

Whispering against her ear, I lick and suck her earlobe. My hands rove ravenously over her soft flesh.

“I want to make love to you, Treasure. Tie your soul even more tightly to mine. Make sure nothing can ever separate us or keep us apart.”

Tears fill her eyes as she chuckles gently. “You are such a romantic, Reese.”

Placing my hand on her rounded tummy, she says, “This is you and me tied together forever. Never to be separated or broken apart.”

Then she says it. The part that matters.

“For generations to come.”

Tears fill my eyes, tough guy or not.

I pull her into me, sinking into her delectable warmth and moving slow.

I savor every second of pushing my wife over the edge again and again until I surrender everything I have to her, wrapped in the kind of luck I never want to lose.

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