by Alexa Davis
“I think part of me hit him because I never hit Jason,” she admitted.
“No doubt, and no harm in it. You are much better at protecting others than you are at protecting yourself. Maybe we should work on that,” I teased her, bumping her shoulder with mine the way she did when she was feeling mischievous.
“No, I think I’ll just marry you, and let you protect me, while I protect you,” she replied, laying her head on my shoulder. “By the way, Edith called me today. She said that she had taken care of everything and I could finish school online. She gave me credits for all my remaining labs for being here this summer, with exception of my surgical hours, which I need to coordinate with Dr. Pallace.” She lifted her head and met my eyes. “Thank you.”
“Don’t thank me; I just couldn’t stand the thought of you leaving. I don’t suppose she mentioned the hefty donation she gouged the ranch for to make it happen?” Rachel shrugged and shook her head.
“Was it bad?” she whispered.
“It would’ve been highway robbery for anyone other than you.”
She laughed, and the sound broke the stillness of the afternoon like bells in a church steeple, ringing out and making my heart soar on the sound. I put my arms around her and kissed her forehead. This was how it was meant to be. No threats or lawsuits or undercover cameras. Just the two of us, protecting what was ours.
I whispered in her ear, and she gasped and her cheeks went pink as new apples. She let me take her hand and lead her back toward the cabin I planned on moving her into from then on, and I quietly closed the door to avoid the attention of the men coming in from all quarters for their supper.
She ran her hands under my shirt and I mirrored her movements, my fingers sliding from smooth skin to scarred and back again without her flinching or pulling away. Her breathing grew shallower as I squeezed her breast in my hand as I kissed her, tasting the moans on her tongue like honey. She let me undress her and I covered every inch of her body with kisses, leaving my own marks on her thighs and breasts until she was begging for all of me.
As I took her to the floor and wrapped her legs around me, she whispered in my ear, not talk of sex, but love, and every time she said it, I was pulled nearer to the edge of ecstasy. With her last “I love you,” her voice changed and I felt her squeeze tight around me as she screamed my name, her fingernails tearing into my back. The pain with the pleasure was enough to push me over the edge and I came with her as she clung to me, pulsing and throbbing inside her until I was spent.
She trembled in my arms, and I turned us over so that she rested on my body and I lay under her, still sheathed inside her. As she lay on me, I thanked the powers that be for the one woman in the world that could’ve completed my world showing up on my doorstep, broken and brave, to prove her worth.
“It’s impossible, you know,” I whispered to her. She tilted her head to question me with her eyes. “It’s impossible to prove your worth – every time someone tries to make the test more difficult, you make them look like fools.” She smiled and lay her head back down on my chest. I hummed, then sang a favorite country song to myself, feeling her body rise and fall with each breath I took.
“I'd very much like to get married, maybe have kids and move away, 'cause there ain't nothing like your smile, your legs, and those eyes. I will beg and steal and borrow
to keep you safe your whole life,” she began to sing softly as I trailed off, her breath warm on my skin.
“And I don’t mind, if we take our time, cause I’m all yours, if you’re all mine.”
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This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places and incidents are products of the writer's imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, locales or organizations is entirely coincidental.
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