The Billionaire's Ranch: 5-Story Bundle (Cowboy Billionaire & BBW Erotic Romance)

by Haley Nix

  Part 3, Perfect Soldier: Long Goodbye

  Colt’s Perspective

  The hot water splashed against my body, waking me completely from the last of my clinging sleepiness. I stood there thinking as the water washed over my face. I still hadn't told Cat about the money from Vegas. I don't know what it was, but for some reason I had a feeling it would complicate things. I guess I'd just keep it to myself for now and wait for the right time to bring it up.

  Then I heard the shower curtain rustle and felt Cat slip in behind me. I smiled to myself. I loved mornings like this.

  I felt her press up against me, touching me gently, her hands reaching around the front of me to play with my cock. I smiled to myself as the water continued to rain down. Maybe it's a little embarrassing, but I was already starting to get hard, anticipating her touch, turned on by her friskiness and the unsuspected nature of this morning encounter.

  She kept stroking my cock, making it harder and bigger with every subtle motion. I felt myself throbbing, my pulse getting stronger and more rapid. My body needed this. I needed this. And I could tell that Cat needed it, too. How many of our days had started like this? More than a few, but usually in bed instead of the shower.

  In our hearts we knew that our time together was short-lived, marked by my eventual need to go back overseas and serve on another tour of duty. We never spoke about that possibility, as if not talking about it made it somehow unreal. But it was in the back of our minds, and it impacted us on mornings like this where we were determined to live each moment to the fullest.

  Part 4, Perfect Soldier: Away At War

  Cat’s Perspective

  The flight was about ten hours long; I’d be arriving in the middle of the night and was already pretty tired when the plane finally touched down. But as soon as I walked off the plane and through the terminal, I saw Colt waiting for me on the other side of security.

  I dropped my bags impulsively and ran towards him, jumping up into his arms. He caught me and wrapped himself around me, squeezing me in so tight. I pulled my head off of his shoulder and kissed him.

  How many minutes had been building up to this moment? Too many, way too many. I parted his lips and gently flitted my tongue, then kissed him deeply as our tongues swirled in their own private dance. It was bliss just tasting him again, our wetness mingling in each other’s mouths, forging that essential physical connection. And those arms around me felt even bigger, stronger, and more secure than before.

  Colt put me down as our kiss broke and then went to pick up the bags I’d dropped. Then he took me by the hand and we walked down to baggage claim together. I couldn’t help but lean into his shoulder as we walked, closing my eyes occasionally and just breathing deeply in satisfaction.

  Finding Her Soldier

  I looked through the remaining pictures until I came to the last one, him and a bunch of his buddies at the beach. He was wearing a straw cowboy hat, shirt off, with a cold Budweiser bottle in his hand.

  I felt myself getting hot. Damn, look at those abs, I thought. And those pecs, such definition. His arms were big and muscular, definitely something I could envision myself wrapped in on a dark and stormy night.

  Why didn’t guys like this send me messages on here? I mulled this over as I clicked back to the first page of his profile. Then this caught my eye:

  You should message me if:

  You’re a strong woman who can handle a military man like me. My life is challenging, but challenging is what I’m all about. I wouldn’t have it any other way. I have one of the toughest jobs in the world, and I love it. I’m damn proud of that fact. I need a woman who can be tough, too. I want a woman who isn’t just attractive, but confident, smart, and kind. My job, by nature, requires me to leave for extended time periods, so any woman I’m with has to understand that. I’m a very loyal and faithful person. I expect the same of any woman who seeks to be my partner.

  Wow, I thought. That was actually a thoughtful response. Most profiles I read had something along the lines of “You should message me if you want to hang out and grab a drink sometime.” They all seemed so childish, focused on the short-term and fleeting. But not this man, he was a real man, after all. He seemed to really know what he wanted out of life.

  But did I dare message him?