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Willow
The summer went by too fast. She spent her days working hard to keep the ranch going, and her nights in Cole’s bed, his cock inside of her and arms closed tightly around her. It was better than she could have ever imagined.
She couldn’t think of anything she wanted to do more. But…she was only supposed to be here for another few weeks. Then she had to decide if she wanted to stay and work for her parents or move on. Step out on her own and live her life.
As she washed up for dinner that night, she heard a knock on her door. When she opened it, she found her father there, his hat in his hands. “Hey, sugar.”
“Come in.”
He walked into her room, pacing by the window. “I just wanted you to know that your mom and I have decided to retire. Find a place down south and relax a bit. Spend some time together.”
“Are you sure? You love this place.”
“I’d love for it to stay in the family, but…I’m not sure how that’s going to work out.”
Willow sat at her desk and waited for him to tell her the rest. By the time he walked back out of her room, they’d talked for forty-five minutes, and she felt more conflicted than ever. Even during dinner, she couldn’t focus.
Cole kept brushing her leg with his foot under the table but she could only give him a forced smile.
Once night fell, she walked outside, breathing in the fresh air and using the time to think. She hadn’t gotten far when she heard someone walk up behind her. She whipped around, startled to find Cole.
“Hey.” He caught her hand. “What’s going on?”
She flashed a smile. “What do you mean?”
“I mean, you were quiet tonight.”
Willow shrugged, not knowing what to say. After this week, things were going to change forever, and she wasn’t sure how she felt about that. How much she really wanted things to be different.
Cole tugged her hand, guiding her to the stable. “Come on. Let’s talk.”
But when they got inside, she wasn’t sure what to say to him. She hadn’t decided where she wanted to go or what she wanted her future to look like. All she knew was that she didn’t want to miss any moments with Cole.
“Talk to me,” Cole said.
She shook her head. “I just want you inside me. I don’t want to think, I just want to be with you.”
He narrowed his eyes, looking torn. But when she pressed against his chest, he growled low in his throat. “Willow.”
“Take me. Right here.”
He gripped her waist hard. “You sure?”
“Yes.”
He pushed her back on a bale of hay, his eyes on fire with desire for her. She reached for him, but he seemed to need her just as badly as she needed him, and he knocked her hands away. “Let me.”
He unbuttoned her shirt, thumbs brushing her nipples through her shirt, before yanking her jeans down. He flicked the button on his own and barely had his dick out before he shoved his finger inside her, swirling it around and making her back arch.
“I need to make sure you’re ready for me, baby,” he murmured, lips brushing hers.
“I’m ready.”
She was. She was wet and bowing her body against his, trying to get closer and closer. He slid between her legs, the feel of hay rough on her ass—but she didn’t care. She spread for him, and watched him slide into her wetness, aroused by the sight of their bodies joining.
“God, that feels so good,” she whispered. “Fuck me, Cole.”
“Damn it, Willow. I want to take my time with this.”
But she didn’t care. She wanted it rough and fast, wanted to take everything he had and drown in it. He speared her with his dick, shoving into her time and again until she nearly shouted out. Cole swallowed her moan as he continued to thrust.
Her breath caught at the same time as his body tensed, and they were going over the edge together, hearts racing beat for beat as his cum filled her.
“Don’t stop,” she huffed.
She wanted to be driven mad, to forget everything for a moment and just feel. He shoved his dick into her a few more times and then grasped her in his arms as the orgasm took him. Her pussy clenched around him, milking him for more and more, until she couldn’t control her muscles anymore.
“You’re so good,” she said, panting.
He kissed her long and hard. “So are you.”
When he wouldn’t release her, she touched his cheek. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” he murmured, kissing her again. “Nothing’s wrong at all.”
“Then what is it? Why are you looking at me like that?”
Still buried inside of her, the warmth of his body covering hers, he said, “I love you, Willow.”