I wanted to feel every inch of his bare skin pressed against mine, with no boundaries between us. As if he sensed my train of thought, Nick drew back and began to undress me, peeling back clothes as if he had all the time in the world, chuckling when an impatient whimper escaped my lips.
Finally, I was in nothing but my bra and panties. I was gazing up at him through hooded eyes, heedless of the fact that I was panting, about to burst with desire. He kept his eyes fixed on my face as he pushed down his jeans and slid his shirt over his head, leaving himself exposed in his boxers.
Boldly, I reached across and cupped him, watching as his eyes widened in surprise before they darkened, his tongue darting out to lick his lower lip. Feeling impatient, I reached behind my back to undo my bra, letting it fall forward, my nipples instantly hard.
Nick groaned as he dropped his head to my chest, his tongue darting out to lick, moving in circles before he clamped his mouth over the nipple and tugged hard. My eyes rolled to the back of my head, and my hips rose, fingers clutching the bed sheets as if they were my lifeline.
He moved to the other nipple and gave it the same amount of attention, alternating between the two, while one hand traced patterns along my center and the other brushed against my sensitive skin, leaving a trail of heat in its wake.
Minutes later, he moved his mouth from my chest down my navel and paused atop my underwear. His eyes found mine as he hooked his teeth around the waistband and tugged, moving it down my legs.
My legs tightened in response as Nick brushed his head against my center, the stubble offering a stark contrast. I tugged on my bottom lip and drew it between my teeth as Nick watched me, the desire evident in his gaze.
Unable to bear it any longer, I reached between us and yanked his boxers down, immediately gripping him once his erection sprang free. His breath hitched in his throat, and he groaned, the sound echoing back to me as I pressed my lips to his, swallowing back the rest of the noise.
After a few seconds, he moved forward so his body was covering mine, and my grip went lax, pupils dilating as he positioned himself then thrust. My legs automatically wrapped themselves around his waist.
A breathy moan escaped my lips as I threw my head back and screwed my eyes shut, giving into the way he made me feel – electric and alive, every nerve end springing to attention.
My nails ran along the length of his back, my head in the crook of his neck as I peppered him with kisses. I moaned into his ear as Nick quickened his pace, the flames overtaking us both.
Chapter 9
NICK.
I turned my back on Gwen and reached for the eggs, using the edge of the pan to crack one open. With my other hand, I reached for the pan with slices of bacon and turned up the heat, my stomach grumbling in response to the sizzling.
Under my breath, I began to hum one of those catchy tunes on the radio, but instead of using the correct lyrics, I just changed them to suit my own purposes, using the spatula as a mic as I spun on my heel, using disco moves to get Gwen to laugh.
She watched me over the rim of her mug, her lips twitching in amusement as she bobbed her head along, eyes sparkling with mirth. As soon as I started shaking my hips, she set her mug down, threw her head back, and laughed.
“I hope you’re not planning on auditioning for any of those dance shows on TV,” she commented, wiping away the tears of laughter streaming down her face. She continued to snicker with her face flushed.
“Why not?” I asked, adopting a serious expression.
Gwen took a sip of her tea. “Well, there’s no nice way to say it, so I’d rather not say.”
“Come on,” I coaxed, turning down the heat on the stove before I walked over to her and wrapped my arms around her waist, bringing my head to rest in the crook of her neck. I nuzzled there, running my mouth over the sensitive skin as she exhaled and melted against me, giving me ample view of her cleavage.
“You’re a shitty dancer,” she admitted.
I choked back a laugh. “Well, gee, don’t hold back on me, Gwen. Tell me what you really think.”
She placed a kiss to the side of my head and offered me an apologetic grin. “I’m sorry, but I have to be honest with you. Besides, it’s not like you’re planning on making a living as a dancer or anything.”
“How do you know I wasn’t?” I murmured, pushing her hair back and dropping a kiss to the nape of her neck, smiling when goosebumps broke out across her flesh. “You might’ve just crushed my dreams, you know.”
She giggled. “I doubt your reaction would be this nice if I did.”
I paused. “You might have a point.”
“Don’t I always?” she teased, twisting in her seat to look at me.
“No, that would be me,” I replied, my eyes traveling down and pausing at her chest, making out a vague outline underneath her top. “You, on the other hand, have two points.”
Gwen leaned back, an amused expression on her features. “Aren’t you the smooth one?”
I smiled. “Only for you, baby.”
She rolled her eyes. “What a charmer. Lucky me.”
Reluctantly, I drew back and turned my attention back to the food, humming under my breath as I switched off the stove and poured the food into bowls. Next, I set the table, aware of Gwen eyeing me, seemingly impressed with the effort I was making.
And it wasn’t just for show, either.
I felt like a completely different man – one capable of so much more than just making money – and I wanted to show Gwen that. I was going to be a good husband and father, it wasn’t a matter of if, but rather when.
She made me want to be that person for her.
Gwen eyed the food. “Is someone else joining us for breakfast?”
“No, I think everyone else is still asleep,” I responded, taking a seat across from her. I took one hand in mine and placed a soft kiss on her knuckles, lingering there before I drew back. “I figured you’d be hungry because of the baby.”
“Well, I am,” she admitted. “But you made enough to feed two babies.”
I laughed. “That’s okay. I’ll probably eat the rest.”
She sighed. “I’ll always be envious of the fact that men cat eat as much as they want without society judging them.”
I took a spoonful of eggs and added them to my plate. “Yeah, they do. We get called pigs and accused of being cavemen, but the difference is that we don’t care.”
She nodded. “That’s true. I don’t think I’ve come across many men who cared what people thought about them.”
I pointed my fork at her. “Exactly. If you learned to care less, your lives would be much easier.”
Gwen chewed thoughtfully. “I guess so. When you say it like that, it seems simple.”
“It can be,” I suggested before I swallowed. “But, I’m not a woman, so I don’t know how it works.”
“Excuse me. I’m sorry to interrupt.”
I craned my neck, bacon dangling out of my mouth, only to find the executor of my grandfather’s will hovering near the door to the living room, looking a little uncomfortable. I stood up and smiled, gesturing for him to come in.
“Come on in. Would you like to join us?” I asked. Gwen leaped to her feet, offering him a smile as she made room for another chair, without even thinking twice.
He pushed his glasses up his nose and waved us off. “No, thank you. I ate already, but that’s very kind of you. I just came here to deliver the news myself.”
The ranch.
I shared a quick look with Gwen, whose brows knitted together in worry. I walked over to her and took my hand in hers, squeezing slightly.
“Tell me.”
“After observing you for the last few weeks, I’ve come to a decision,” he began, pausing to use a napkin to wipe the sweat off his brows. “As far as I’m concerned, you have more than fulfilled your grandfather’s requirement.”
I blinked. “Does this mean the ranch is mine?”
He nodded. “Yes, it does.
I know you’ll do right by it. I’ll see myself out.”
As soon as he left, I spun Gwen in a circle, breathless with excitement.
“I can’t believe you did it,” she commented, pressing her forehead to mine.
“We did it,” I corrected. “Parker ranch is our home now.”
THE END.
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