Page 9 of Longing for the Ranger (Shadow Mountain Forest Rangers #2)

Izzy

Witnessing Shawn, sandwiched between Jake and Luke as he reads to them, continues to fill in those cracks in my heart. I no longer have any defenses against this man. He strode into our lives, instantly filling the empty space like he has been here all along.

I haven’t dated since David passed. Never felt the need or urge to, being overwhelmed with taking care of the boys and making sure their needs were met. What’s happening with Shawn can’t really be considered dating, more like creating an instant family.

I should be concerned about what this means for the boys.

No one knows more than me just how fragile life can be.

Shawn can promise all he wants that he’s not going anywhere, but sometimes the decision is out of our hands.

Even as the thought runs through my mind throwing up a huge caution sign, watching him at this moment do voices, making the boys giggle has me ignoring it.

We survived losing someone we love once and it might hurt even worse the second time, but it’s not something I can shelter them from. It is a part of life, unfortunately, as they have learned at such a young age. I can only hope this time will be different.

As the story goes on, their eyes droop, and before Shawn reaches the end, they are fast asleep. He gently eases Jake to lie in his twin bed we are sitting on. Then he slips his beefy arms around Luke before standing and carrying him to the other twin bed on the opposite wall.

I hustle to pull back the sheets and blue comforter with dinosaurs.

He gently sets Luke on the bed and I pull the covers over his small body, tucking him in before pressing a kiss to his temple.

We move to the other bed and repeat the process with Jake.

Then quietly make our way out of the room, flipping off the lights and leaving the door cracked.

Shawn stops at the bottom of the stairs, glancing to where Missy has made herself at home, lying on the rug by the sliding door. He sighs, bringing his gaze back to me. “I should probably head home.”

“Is that what you really want?” I ask hesitantly, almost positive he wants to stay as much as I want him to.

His laugh is mirthless. His eyes meet mine, and there is no hiding the hunger in them. “I don’t know if you’re ready to hear what I really want.”

My heart quickens, and a throbbing pulses through my core. “What if I am?” I whisper.

His nostrils flair, eyes searching mine.

“Are you sure? Because what I really want is to shove you up against the nearest wall and lose myself in those soft, lush curves until we’re both wrung dry.

I want to bury my face in that sweet pussy of yours until you’re hoarse from screaming my name, falling apart in my arms, and drowning me in your juices.

I want you, a sobbing, writhing mess, coming on my cock, squeezing it like a vice while I fill you with my cum. ”

My breaths come in pants, my nipples tighten to hard points. A whimper falling from me as I feel the juices he just described dribble down my inner thighs. “Oh God, yes!”

Grabbing his hand, I spin on unsteady legs, leading him to my bedroom.

Never before have I felt like I could come from words alone.

He sent me from mere longing to an all-consuming lust, throwing want right out the window and replacing it with an overwhelming need to be devoured by this man right this minute.

The urgency to have him inside me, pounding me into oblivion, is stronger than obtaining my next breath.

As soon as we cross the threshold into my bedroom, he’s shutting the door and flipping the lock. The next thing I know, my purple sun dress is gone and there’s nothing but a few scraps of satin covering me from Shawn’s ravenous gaze as he greedily drinks his fill.

There’s a moment of apprehension when my mind realizes he is the first man to see me like this since David and having babies. I have always been thick and only increased in size after having the boys. But before I can spiral about him seeing all of me, his hands and lips are everywhere at once.

I’m swept up in the feel of his rough hands against my skin. His surprisingly soft lips glide over my body as the friction from the scruff on his jaw leaves a delicious tingle in its wake. All I can do is feel as all rational thought flees my mind.

Kisses pepper my neck and collarbones as my bra vanishes.

His lips wrap around a distended nipple with a sucking pull shooting strait to my already pulsing core.

My hands find purchase on his broad shoulders to steady myself.

When they meet fabric, it hits me I'm all but naked and he is still fully clothed.

I pull at his shirt in an attempt to remove the garment from his thick torso.

He rears back to jerk it off for me. I whimper at the loss of his mouth at my breast, but as soon as his shirt is gone he descends to the other one.

He toys with the peaked bud while my hands are now free to roam the hard planes of his chest. When he bites down on my nipple, my fingers fist into the coarse hair there and we both moan.

Taking me in a searing kiss, he shuffles me backward to the bed. His hands nimbly divest me of my panties before easing me onto the bed. Trailing open mouth kisses down my body he lands between my spread thighs which he pushes wider.

My eyes roll back, hands clutching the blue floral comforter beneath me as he swipes his tongue through my already drenched folds.

He has worked me into such a frenzy it takes only a few swirls around my swollen clit before stars burst behind my eyes.

I bite my lip to keep from crying out as I fly through nirvana, suspended in bliss.

Gasping for breath, lying limp with trembling limbs, I gradually become aware of his eyes on me. A flush runs over me at his feral, satisfied grin. “You ready for more?”

My eyes widen on a moan as I realize he has dropped his pants and is stroking his hard length from root to tip. A full body shudder runs through me. My core flutters at the sight, aching to be filled even though I just came so hard I saw stars.

“Yes,” I manage to croak.

“Thank fuck,” comes his reply as he rips open a condom, sliding it on.

Then he throws my legs on his shoulders before slamming into me in one thrust. My eyes fall closed and I whimper at how full I am after being empty for so long. They pop back open when he pinches a nipple.

“Eyes on me,” he commands before he begins thrusting in and out.

In no time flat, another orgasm builds. I can’t catch my breath as my inner walls clamp down.

“Fuck, you feel amazing. Squeezing me so tight, like a good girl.” He holds my gaze as he grits his teeth.

His words have a gush of juices releasing.

“Fuck yeah. Need you to get there.” He reaches between us and pinches my clit.

Biting down on my already abused lip to hold in the keening wail threatening, I fall over the edge, tremors rushing through my limbs. Floating in an abyss, I watch as his face pinches tight after a few more thrusts.

His forehead drops to mine as he slams home one last time. After several moments, he eases my legs off his shoulders onto the bed.

“You good?” he asks quietly.

My head shakes. “Nowhere near close.”

His brows pinch as his lips turn down. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

“God no, but you did ruin me.”

A satisfied smile breaks across his face. “Glad I’m not the only one.”

He slips off the bed, removing the condom before disposing of it in the attached bathroom.

I’m already half asleep as he drags the sheets from under me and climbs into the bed.

Wrapping his arm around me, he pulls the covers over us.

A contentment I haven’t felt in years settles into me as I drift off.