Rescued by the Ranger: Camp Hardwood Series
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I fall onto her back as I cum into her and feel the sticky release spread between us. The birds sing and the sun shines on us as my breathing evens and I close my eyes. It’s the most peaceful moment of my life and I’m not in a rush to break it.
But I can’t lie on her like this forever, and eventually I stand up and slowly withdraw from her heat. I stare at her bent over the log with my seed slowly leaking from her pussy.
I want to beat my chest and roar like a mountain lion, but instead I lean down and kiss the soft, round swells of her ass. I rub my hands along her back and whisper how beautiful and perfect she is.
The thought of someone trying to take her from me has me hard and in a rage all over again, but this time I need her to understand why. I pick her up and turn her around so that she can see my face as I cup her cheeks.
“I’m not going to let anyone separate us,” I vow with every part of my soul. “You’ve changed my life, my soul.”
Her eyes well up with tears as her hands cover mine and she nods.
“I mean it, Zara. I’m not letting you go. Ever.”
“Good,” she agrees, and we both cling to one another.
“Now let’s go get your things and bring you home.”
“I like the sound of that,” she says, and I kiss her with everything I have in my heart.
Chapter Eight
Zara
I lick my lips and I can still taste Moose on them. I’m pretty sure his flavor is branded in my mouth forever. He’s eased some of my fears about someone taking me from him and I could tell from the glint in his eyes when he said he’s keeping me there was no room for argument. Not that I’m going to be the one to argue. I wouldn't want to be the person to come between Moose and something he wants. He’s a big man and I watch him practically throw the tree that fell on the trail so we can get to his Jeep. I had no idea the storm was so bad last night, but my focus was clearly on Moose. The rest of the world didn't exist to me, including Mother Nature. Nothing could stop us last night and I have a feeling nothing ever will. Not with the way Moose keeps touching me.
“Keep your tongue in your mouth or we’ll never make it back to camp.”
I fight a smile. I’m not sure if he’s teasing or not. The man can’t stay off me, and the feeling is mutual. His giant hand resting on my thigh gives a possessive squeeze.
“I like tasting you,” I admit, because I always want him to be close enough to me so I can have it when I want it. So I can kiss him whenever I want.
“That’s good because you’re going to spend the rest of your life doing it.” I don’t fight my smile anymore as I glance over to him.
He drives the path back to camp and as we bounce along I think it’s a makeshift road that only goes to his place. It’s a muddy mess and he’s had to stop twice already to move branches out of the road.
“You know, I don’t know much about you,” I say, my eyes lingering on a scar I see on his elbow. It has me thinking about what life with Moose will be like.
“I’ll tell you anything you want to know, sweetheart. We’ve got all the time in the world.”
“Promise?”
I bite my bottom lip and he pulls his eyes from the road for a moment. I know he already said he’s keeping me, but I like hearing him say it. He can play it on repeat for me and I’ll never grow tired of it. I can only think of three words that might be sweeter.
I’m not used to being wanted. With him it feels as though he needs me to breathe. At least that’s how I feel. There’s no way he can’t feel it too. Why else would he be saying he’s keeping me so fast? Is it fate or love at first sight? Whatever you want to call it, I knew from the first time I spotted him he was different and I couldn't keep my eyes off him.
“It’s a vow, Zara.” This time he uses my name so I know how serious he is.
“Like a wedding vow.” I nod in agreement. A vow sounds better to me than a promise because it’s unbreakable.
“If you want a wedding vow, too, I’ll give you one,” he says easily, like getting married isn't a big deal and he’d do it in a second if it’s what I want.
“If we were married then no one could take me from you. It would be like I belonged to you,” I say as I look out the window, knowing we’re getting closer to camp. The Jeep comes to a rolling stop and I turn to see if something is blocking the path again but there’s nothing but open road.
“I don’t know much about you either, do I?” He stops the Jeep to look at me and our gazes lock.
Did I go too far with saying I want to belong to him? I don’t know. It might be the world I grew up in, but there’s always paperwork that needs to be passed from one home to the next. I was shuffled around in the system for so long, going from one place to another. I never got adoption papers, not that marriage is adoption, but I have this need inside of me to belong to him, that on every level I will always be his.
“How did I not see you at Camp Hardwood? Have you been hiding from me?”
My eyes widen a fraction and that’s not at all where I thought this conversation was going.
“Yes,” I admit when his hand squeezes my thigh. This one is harder than the last and I know he wants an answer. I wiggle in my seat and the small ache between my thighs reminds me that he always gets what he wants.
“Why?” He searches my face and I shrug.
“I watched you, but I didn't want you to catch me.” His grip tightens and I gasp. It doesn't hurt but it’s his way of reminding us both who I belong to.
“Catch me staring,” I correct. My face heats and I have no idea why. Out of all the things we’ve done in the last twenty-four hours, me admitting I watched him is nothing in comparison.
“How long have you been at Camp Hardwood?” he asks, and I can’t read his mood.
“Seven days now.” I was supposed to be going home, and I guess I kind of am. I was dreading it but now it’s something completely different since my home is going to be with Moose.
“Seven days.” He growls his response. Yep. He’s mad. My nipples tighten and my sex is slick with desire. My body has this reaction to everything he does.
“I could have had you seven days ago?” he grumbles, and I don’t remind him that I wasn't legal the whole time because I don’t think he would have cared.
“I’ll make it up to you,” I rush to say, not wanting him to be upset. I’ll spend forever doing anything he wants.
“I know you will.” He leans over. “Give me that tongue.”
He grabs me by the back of the neck and kisses me fiercely. But it’s over too quickly as he pulls his mouth from mine and the Jeep is moving once again.
“We’re too close to camp to have you here.” I don’t know if he’s telling me or reminding himself. Either way I know why he pulled so quickly from the kiss because it wouldn't have stopped there.
When we pull up to the main camp cabin, Moose hops out of the Jeep. I can’t bring myself to do the same as I wring my hands together in my lap. He opens the door for me and his eyes are full of concern.
“What’s wrong, sweetheart?” he asks softly. Now he’s the one looking a tad unsure and wondering if I’ve changed my mind.
“I don’t want Honey to be mad.” I shake my head. “Mrs. Cyprus,” I correct quickly, knowing her husband doesn't like people calling her Honey, even if it is her name. She’s only his Honey. It’s ridiculously sweet and funny and their love is the kind people dream of having. They’re living their happily ever after.
Mrs. Cyprus has been good to me and I know how protective she is over the girls around here. Mr. Cyprus is the protective shadow behind her, supporting whatever she says. I don’t think she’s going to just let Moose take me, even though she can’t really stop us. I’m eighteen now and I can do what I want, but I don’t want anyone fighting over this. I just want everyone to be happy.
I know that the Cypruses are close to Moose and I don't want to come between anyone, I only want to be a part of it. All I’ve ever wanted was to bel
ong somewhere. I have a feeling Moose was a loner once upon a time. I can spot one after being one myself. He has roots here now and I don't want to mess that up for him or anyone.
“I’ll make it okay,” he tells me. He leans down a little so we’re more eye level. “You have an adventurous spirit, Zara, but the world has made you leery to take what you want.”
I swallow because I think he’s right. I always get myself into messes, like me getting lost in the woods isn't shocking. I’ve always been curious, but being in the system stifled me in so many ways. His big hand slides into mine and I love how he can be both gentle and hard when it’s needed. I don’t know how he mixes the two for me but he does it perfectly.
“You get to be your adventurous self and not worry because I’m always going to be next to you. I’ll make sure you’re always taken care of. That you’re loved and protected as you always should’ve been.”
“Love.”
“Yeah, sweetheart. I love you,” he says, and I fling myself into his arms.
“I love you too,” I mumble against his neck and close my eyes.
“Good. That makes keeping you a lot easier.”
I smile as I lean back to look at him, and his whole face is lit up. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him smile like this before and he holds me close as I cling to him. I catch Honey and her husband standing on the porch to the main cabin watching us and Honey has a secret smirk. Her husband is holding her close with his arms wrapped around her waist, and I can see that this isn't going to be a fight. If anyone knows what true love is, it’s them.
It looks like I’m getting my happily ever after too.
Epilogue
Moose
Two years later…
“My back is killing me,” Zara says as she braces her hands on her bare hips and tries to stretch it out.
“Come here and let me ease it for you.” I pat my thighs and she looks over her shoulder at me.
She raises an eyebrow and a smile tugs at her lips. “Is that all I’m getting?”
“No,” I admit honestly. My cock is already hard against my thigh and I’ll take any excuse to sink it into her warmth.
“Just go slow, I’m too damn big to be pounded into.”
She waddles over to me with her belly so round and swollen everyone keeps asking if it’s twins and if she’s due any day now. The truth is she’s got a few more weeks still, and it’s just one baby. But our son is so big inside of her that she’s having a hard time holding him.
We took our time getting pregnant and wanted to enjoy one another first. I begged to put a baby in her right away, but Zara needed that time to soak up all the attention she’d been without for so long. As soon as she went off the pill, there was a baby in her that night. Now she’s getting close to the end and it’s been a long, hot summer.
The doctor put her on semi-bed rest because she became so swollen. I’ve fretted over her this whole pregnancy and only allowed her a few hours of the day to stand up and walk around. She’s been sitting on the porch swing and out to the garden to pick some tomatoes to go with our lunch, but I wouldn’t let her do anything beyond that.
As she walks over to me I stare at her belly with her bare pink skin stretched tight with small dark lines that show the rate at which our boy is growing. I reach out when she’s close to me and touch them with my fingers. She tries to put her hands over her belly to hide them, but it’s no help and I push them away.
“Don’t you dare keep this from me,” I say as she stands between my legs and I caress her belly. “Your body is working so hard to make our son strong.” I lean forward and kiss her belly tenderly, laying my cheek on it. “There’s so much more of you for me to love.”
“You’re just trying to make me feel better.”
I slide my hands down her naked hips. It’s been difficult for her to put on clothes being so big and she refuses to let me dress her. So while we’re at home she’s naked so that she doesn’t feel so restricted.
Her breasts are so swollen and already producing milk, which she uses to feed me. When it came in so soon the doctors thought it would be good to relieve them so that she didn’t slow down the supply for when our son arrives. So throughout the day I get to feast on her and suckle her sweet milk as she rides my cock. Her pussy is a constant source of need, but every time she gets off, the pressure along her belly eases. So not only do I drink her milk, but I drink from her pussy to keep her sated and comfortable. And in between those times, I rub her body and do what I can to make it easier on her.
I push my shorts down my legs as she sits on my thighs. Instantly, drops of sweet cream drip from her ample nipples and I lean forward to clean them for her.
“Our son is going to be so well fed,” she says as I latch on to one and drink from her.
She moans, rolling her head back, and I slick my cock into her wetness. I hold her hips and help her lower herself onto my length until I feel the syrupy heat of her pussy wrap around the base. When she’s seated all the way down I use my fingers to strum her clit. I can’t fuck her hard because she can’t take the pressure, but she likes to be on my cock when she cums.
She holds her engorged breasts to my mouth for me as I play with her pussy. I move from one to the other, lapping at her cream while she cums easily with only the barest of touches. But this is only the first of many she’ll need and I’m more than happy to oblige.
I move my hands from her pussy to around her back and I rub the muscles at the base of her spine. She aches here the most with how big our boy is, and she moans loudly when I comfort the tight flesh.
I lean back and lick my lips as I stare at her reddened nipples. She reaches out and wipes my chin with what I can feel is escaped milk. I smile at her and she smiles at me sweetly, rubbing her hand down my face.
When her back is eased for the moment I go back to her pussy and give her another orgasm. When she cums, this time I watch as the tiny milky drops release from her and roll onto her belly. I spread them around and smear them into her skin, knowing I’ll kiss her here later and she’ll be sweet.
“I’m so fat everywhere,” she complains, rocking her hips slowly.
“You are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. Now more than ever.” She gasps as I take her off my cock and carry her in my arms to our bedroom.
“I still have another hour before I have to come back to bed,” she whines and pokes out her bottom lip.
“You can get up after I lick your pussy,” I say and kiss her sweetly. “But you know I can’t have my milk without my cookies.”
She smiles as I lay her down and then move between her legs. She’s got pillows piled up behind her but she still can hardly see me eat her pussy over her belly.
I don’t waste any time getting between her thighs and licking up her syrup until she cums again. I grip my cock tight and jack it off to the sounds of her pleasure. When I’m close I sit up and hold the tip against her clit so I can coat her pussy with it. She moans and wiggles under me as she feels the pulses of my release against her clit.
“There.” I smear it all over her and even push some inside. But we both know this leads to more play that will keep us in here all day.
“I’m full again,” she calls, her hands moving over her swollen breasts.
I nod as I kneel on the side of the bed, ready to do my duty as her husband and claim my right as the father of our child. I leave one hand between her legs, petting her clit as I suck one nipple and then the other. Her small hand wraps around my cock and we both take time to play until I’m inside her again.
There’s no rush and no place to be as I enjoy the newfound pleasures of my wife. Our lives are already so full and happy that I can’t imagine it can get any better, but soon enough we’ll meet the next chapter of our lives. As long as I’m on this earth with my Zara by my side, nothing can keep me from having the life I always dreamed of.
Epilogue
Zara
Six years later …
I
look down at the clipboard in my hand, making sure I double-check my count on supplies. It’s wilderness day and that means the campers are really going to be camping tonight. No air-conditioned cabins for them. As much as I love getting down and dirty out in the woods with my man, I need my air conditioning. I do not envy their night. I know they will have fun. The kids at Camp Hardwood always do, but it isn't the kind of fun I like having at the end of the night.
“You new?” I hear someone ask, making me turn to glance over my shoulder at the two boys I haven't met yet. I know they’re new hires. Moose does a check on every hire that comes to Camp Hardwood. I saw their folders on his desk with pictures attached. I’m a curious thing and I always go looking through anything and everything so I read their files. Not that my husband would care. He knows how I am. He’s always there to make sure I don’t get myself into any messes. If I do, he’s quick to clean them up or save me from myself. He’s perfect like that. And all mine.
“Nope,” I answer. I glance back down at the clipboard, signing the bottom so Mrs. Cyprus knows the supplies were double-checked. It’s not surprising the boys don’t know who I am. I don’t come to camp a ton. I occasionally come down to help from time to time when I get cabin fever. Which isn't often. I like being home with my husband and son. I also enjoy helping at Camp Hardwood and being a part of the team, so even when I don’t have cabin fever I make myself come down and join in. Plus, Moose is doing a safety check for Mr. Cyprus. I don't have to worry about my son at the moment. He’s with Tia, who is making cookies. The girl isn't only good with cooking, she has a special touch when it comes to kids too.
“So you work here?” one of them asks. I can’t remember his or the other one’s names. I just recall their faces from the pictures. I turn back around because I hear one of them step closer to me. I’m beside one of the cabins where all the supplies are laid out. They just need to be bagged, which they will make the campers do before they all head out.