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“No whiskey dick or whiskey clit for us,” she said with a giggle as they took off running again.

The area surrounding the barn was dark and deserted. All the animals were in their stalls, and all the ranch hands and guests were dancing and partying up a storm under the tent, enjoying the open bar and the late-night pizza they had delivered twenty minutes ago.

Nate opened one of the side doors and pulled Mieka inside, plastering her body up against the inside wall and taking her mouth once more. She hummed and gasped as he bit her lip and ground his hard cock against her thigh.

“Inside me now, Cowboy. Please. Don’t make me beg.”

“Oooh, I like the idea of you begging for my cock,” he mused, still holding onto her hand as he led her over to the stairs for the hayloft, grabbing a red and black flannel blanket off a bench as they went. “And it’s Rancher.”

“So what does that make me now? A ranchette?”

“Never heard that term before, but sure. Though, right now, you’re going to be a little sex pot with her legs spread wide and my cock inside her.”

She grinned and giggled as he unfurled the blanket on a stack of hay bales, then went to work on his dress shirt and pants. Her husband was naked in mere seconds, his dog tags shiny against the hard muscular planes of his chest.

“Jeez, you waste no time, huh?”

“I’m contemplating an annulment right now, since you’re still dressed. Strip, woman.”

“This dress is a bitch to get into, so many buttons. How about we just push it up to my hips and you put your big love stick in my lady garden that way. I’ll get naked later tonight when we go to bed.”

“Your what?” he asked, referring to her lady garden. “I thought it was a stubborn cat? Or Hole V?”

She giggled again. “You know what I mean. Come here, big boy.”

He grumbled, but obliged. Her dress had been a pain in the ass to put on. But it was so worth it. It was the dress of her dreams and she was going to wear it for as long as she could. Not even pre-wedding night sex could make her take it off before she absolutely had to. She was considering sleeping in it and wearing it tomorrow, too.

Ruffling the lacy fabric up to her waist, she tugged off her underwear and reached for him. “Come to Mama.”

“I don’t like this,” he said, hovering over her and notching his Latex-covered cock at her center. “You’re being weird right now.”

“Yeah, but that’s not going to stop you from fucking your wife on a hay bale. You’re too much of a horndog to let this stuff kill your boner.”

To prove her point, Nate thrust forward, impaling her with said boner. They both let out satisfied grunts as he seated himself to the hilt. “You sound like Rayma right now,” he said, staring down at her. “No filter and deliberately pushing buttons.”

“Yeah, but I’m not. I’m Mieka, your wife, so stop thinking about my baby sister and take me on this hay bale, Cowboy.”

“Rancher,” he grunted, dropping his mouth to her bare shoulder and starting to buck forward.

She lifted her hips and wrapped her legs around his waist, moaning when he sunk in just an inch or so deeper from the change in angle.

“We’re married,” he said, raking his teeth over her collarbone.

“We are.”

“’Til death do us part.”

“Death, or you know, a sexier cowboy rides into town and offers me something better. Like life on a ranch where the goats don’t try to escape.”

“Rancher,” he growled, pulling out of her abruptly, yanking her up and turning her around. His hand on her back forced her to bend over and put her hands on the hay bale. He gripped her hips and sunk back in with one, deep thrust. “No sexier cowboy than me and you know it. You love it here, escaping goats and all.”

“I do,” she admitted. “This is totally the life for me. I love it here and I love you.”

Hunching over her body, Nate released one of her hips, grabbed her chin roughly and turned her head for an awkward kiss.

Releasing her chin, he pushed the same hand down the front of her strapless dress and pulled her breasts free, tugging on a nipple hard enough to make her gasp.

Six months ago, she’d opted to undergo reconstructive surgery, getting modest C-cup implants. Nate said nearly every day leading up to her surgery that he didn’t care what cup size she was, that she was beautiful to him no matter what. But she didn’t do it for him, she did it for herself.