Page 49 of Kentucky Nights (Dead Man’s Ranch #1)

Getting her home is all I can think and breathe about. She smells so good. Her blood, her body, her touch, it is calling to me. I can’t wait another minute.

Those short fucking shorts are driving me wild. Her legs are smooth and toned. All I can imagine are those beauties wrapping around me while I thrust as deep as I can.

If she weren’t pregnant already, I know tonight would be the night that she would be.

I’m fucking feral.

Only one more minute of her hand stroking my thigh, and she’s mine.

She doesn’t know the night is young and we are going to spend it in the bed of the truck, looking up at the sky, and surrounded by wildflowers.

I could fuck her in the backseat, boots on, spurs swirling, her shorts pushed to the side while I take and feed.

I want to.

I envisioned something special for the claiming night, and that didn’t get to happen.

I’m going to make it happen.

And then, tomorrow I’m going to fuck her in the backseat of the truck.

I inhale a sharp breath when her fingers skim up my inner thigh, teasing my hard cock pressing against the rough denim.

A growl forms in my throat. “Darlin’, I’m barely holding on to my sanity.” I shake my head, trying to rid myself of the blood-colored hue tinting my vision.

I can’t. I’m too far gone.

“I like it when you lose control.”

When the driveway comes into view, I jerk the wheel and take a sharp left. The truck fishtails, sending us skidding across the pavement. I correct the wheel and slam on the gas.

Pressing the button I have connected to my visor, the gate to the pasture opens, and I slow, careful to make sure I don’t hit any animals.

New horses, donkeys, and mules hang by the row barn while the cows are lying in the field.

Most of them are sleeping and choose not to speak to me, which is great because my attention is focused on Dru. The ride across the fields is bumpy and uncomfortable. Dru is holding onto the bar above the door. With every hole we hit, she bounces out of her seat a little.

“Sorry, Darlin’. The ride to where we are going will be rough, but I promise, it will be worth it.”

“Well, I might as well make use of the time, then.” She leans over the middle console and unzips my jeans.

I grab her wrist, nostrils flaring from how badly I want her to continue, but her safety is first. “Dru, your seatbelt. I’d rather you be safe.”

“You’ll keep me safe, won’t you?” She frees my hard, leaking cock from my jeans. “You’ll protect me.”

“With my eternal life, Darlin’.”

“Then, I’m not worried.” She licks her plump lips, her hand wrapping around the base of my cock to give it a firm stroke.

“Fuck,” I groan, curling my hips to slip through her hand more.

She bends down, taking me between her lips, and I clutch the wheel with one hand while the other palms the back of her head.

“God, that mouth, Darlin’. I’m going to spill down your throat. Keep you full in every way tonight. Your cunt, your mouth, your stomach. All of it will be claimed. You’ll taste me on your tongue all night and know who you belong to.”

She hums around my cock in reply, the vibrations reverberate inside the throbbing muscle. Her mouth is wet and warm, causing me to pump the brakes every other minute. I can’t focus.

The pasture is blurring together with every delicious suction of her cheeks when she hollows them. She slurps and moans, so audible, and those filthy erotic noises are heating my skin, fueling my body with the need to claim her.

“Fuck, Dru. Fuck, I love how you suck my cock. You make me feel so good. Do you like my cock in your mouth? You love being unable to speak, don’t you?”

She answers me again, groaning around me as if she can’t get enough. My hand roams down her back, gripping her ass in those little shorts. My fangs lengthen when I smell how wet she is. Her arousal is thick in the air, and it only gets stronger the longer she fucks her mouth on me.

I lift off the seat, pressing against the gas pedal, panting from my orgasm, gaining traction, and getting closer.

“Dru,” I grunt her name between the strokes her tongue gives me around the crown.

The meadow is up ahead, the flowers glowing under the moonlight while the trees sway in the slight breeze.

“Ah, oh, damn it, Dru. You’d better swallow every drop of me.” I slam the truck in park in the middle of the meadow, pressing my hand flat against the ceiling.

I need to hold onto something. I have the urge to climb out of my seat and away from the orgasm because it feels too good, and I almost can’t take it.

“Dru!” I shout her name on a snarl.

Jets of come fill her mouth. I paint her stomach as she swallows, loving that I can smell myself inside her body.

Fisting her hair, I lift her off my cock to see her eyes glazed. A string of spit and come drips from her bottom lip, falling onto my jeans.

Capturing her swollen lips with mine, I drink the saliva down, wanting her in my body too. My fangs nip at her bottom lip, cutting it open, and blood rushes into my mouth.

I kick open the door, and the sweet aroma of flowers rushes into the cab, reminding me of how good Dru smells every day.

“Trust me?” I kiss her bottom lip.

“With my life,” she whispers against me.

“Stay right here.” I kiss her again, wanting her to know I’m not leaving her.

Opening her door, I offer my hand for her to take, and the lucky man that I am, she slides her palm across mine.

I love the feel of her skin on mine. I’m enamored. Captivated. Obsessed.

And happy.

We stand in the field, the flowers to her waist, swaying in the breeze.

The moonlight dances upon her dark brown skin, a serene glow added to her cheeks.

She appears ethereal, a beauty from so far out of this world.

I’m not sure how I am graced with a woman who holds the stars within her soul.

She shines brighter than any constellation, any moon, any shooting star, and I’m honored to know the galaxy of her soul belongs to me.

“What do you have planned, Mr. Jones?” She turns to me, the left side of her face ignited by the moonlight, and for a moment, I forget what I have planned.

I’m under a spell. I want a hand-painted portrait of her just like this. Standing in the meadow, her hair in perfect voluminous curls, the hazel of her irises bright from the glow of the moon, and her fingers caressing the petals of the flowers as she stands there.

It’s a perfect picture, and a camera would not do her justice. I want this moment of her painted, framed, so I can see my favorite memory of her anytime I want.

“Close your eyes and I’ll show you.”

She squeezes them shut, then peeks one eye open.

“Ah, ah, ah,” I tsk. “No cheating, Darlin’.”

“Fine.” She covers her eyes with her hands in a huff.

I kiss her cheek, still able to smell myself on her breath, and it motivates me to hurry up.

Using my speed, I jump into the bed of the truck and unlock the cross-bed toolbox. Snagging the fluffy blankets and pillows, I line the bed with them, wanting us to be comfortable as we look up to the sky.

There are around four layers of blankets. I hope that’s enough to keep her comfortable.

Pulling out a small cooler, I packed sodas, fruit, veggies, and other snacks for us. I plan for us to spend the night under the night sky. I want to hold her until the sun rises and a new day starts. I light a few candles, setting them on the edge to add to the ambiance.

She deserves the best.

Jumping from the truck and into the meadow, I swing Dru into my arms.

She screeches from the unexpected move. “Oh my god! Kentucky?”

“It’s me. I’m here. You’re alright. I didn’t mean to scare you.” I kiss the top of her head. “You’re okay.”

Her heart rate slows when she hears my voice. Damn, that does wonders for my mind—to know that I calm her in the wake of fear. We’ve come so far since the beginning, when she was afraid of being in the same space as me.

Her trust in me will be something I cherish and protect for the rest of our lives.

“A fast jump and you can open those pretty eyes I love so much, okay?”

She presses her head against my chest. “Okay,” she says with complete trust.

In one leap, we are in the air and on the tailgate. “Open,” I state.

She gasps, climbing out of my arms to stand. “Oh my god,” her voice in riddled with awe. “You did this for me? This is beautiful.”

“It’s no five-star hotel but?—”

She throws her arms around me, her lips taking mine in a passionate kiss, silencing me before I can finish the sentence.

Her eyes sparkle in the eternal glow of the moon, the tears causing them to glisten. It’s wrong of me to say, but the way they shine reminds me of all the stars surrounding us. Even with tears, she’s the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid eyes on.

“It’s better,” she informs me with a grateful smile.

“This is romantic, Kentucky. It shows you were thinking of me. I’m in the middle of a wildflower field, surrounded by their fragrant scents.

The stars are out by the billions, watching us from afar.

The moon is full, and it seems so close, it’s almost as if I can touch it.

I have you here, my mate, creating a night for me full of thoughtfulness and love.

That’s so much more than a fancy hotel, Kentucky.

I’d choose this over a hotel any day, any night. ”

I’ve never felt more loved than I do in this moment. Grasping the back of her neck, I pull her forward, sealing my lips over hers again. With every motion of our kiss, I fall more in love with her. The plump clouds give and mesh with mine.

My arm wraps around her waist just as the crickets begin to sing, giving us our own music. Our tongues tease one another; the once-loving kiss has turned into a heated frenzy.

Her hands skim down my chest, then up, beginning to unbutton my shirt.

I growl into her mouth, yanking my arms through the sleeves without breaking the kiss. I toss the button-up somewhere in the field behind me, forgetting to take my hat off. It tumbles off and lands somewhere behind me.