Page 35 of Rancher’s Strength (Flying Diamond 5, #4)

Chapter Thirty

LEXIE

W eeks passed, and I was getting stronger every day, thanks to the excellent care I’d been receiving.

Mom and Ryder had moved Ruby into my old room.

They’d taken down the trophies and medals and made it their own.

She was bound and determined to have bunk beds so she could have sleepovers, and I loved the idea.

We’d had the rest of the kids’ belongings sent out from Wyoming, but Sawyer decided he’d like to start with something new, so Mom took him to Bozeman, and they picked out everything he’d need for a new room.

They’d also stopped at my house and took care of things there.

Mom had organized movers to come and pack the house and a realtor to sell it.

I wavered back and forth about selling it because it was convenient if we were in the city, but it also felt like I was keeping one foot there and one foot here when the only place I wanted to be was right here.

“I feel like it hasn’t just been the four of us in this house for months,” Ryder said as he climbed into bed beside me.

“I know, it’s strange not having Mom around,” I agreed.

“Yeah, but having her here so long wasn't great. I could hardly touch you, knowing she was sleeping above us.” He ran his hand up my thigh, and I swatted his chest playfully. Then he caught my fingers, interlacing them with his before brushing his lips along my knuckles.

“Seriously, Lexie, there is no one else I’d rather be doing this life with than you.” He sealed his words by leaning over and lightly kissing my lips, but we both knew just a small kiss wasn’t going to do. Especially when he turned, pressing the hard lines of his body against mine.

His tongue grazed the seam of my lips before I opened for him, letting out a sweet sigh as he deepened our kiss.

“I love when you make those little noises for me, sweetheart,” he murmured, his hand going between us and flattening against my pussy, already wet even beneath my sleep shorts, the only fabric separating us besides his boxer briefs.

I gasped again as he palmed me over the fabric, and I bucked my hips forward to meet the friction of his fingers.

“That’s my girl,” he said with a laugh, kissing me hard as he dipped his fingers below my waist. He pushed aside the fabric of my pants, his thumb pressing on my clit, while he slid two fingers inside of me.

Moaning, I pushed closer, my hands immediately going to his cock, already hard and popping out of his boxers as if he was ready for me.

I loved that I could make him instantly hard.

It had always been that way, though. Ryder’s desire for me had never waned when we were together.

There were so many nights we didn’t even make it to bed.

As long as I was with him, where we made love didn’t matter.

“Not yet,” he growled, moving his hand from my mound. I whimpered at the loss of his touch, my eyes widening as I looked up to meet his grin.

“I need to taste you first,” he murmured, flipping me onto my back before he nestled between my legs, pulling my pajama shorts off so I was bare to him.

He dipped his head low, just his nose grazing my most sensitive area. “So, fucking, perfect.” Slowly he traced my slit with his tongue before his lips wrapped around my clit, sucking hard as he moaned.

My hands fluttered forward, gripping his hair as I pushed my hips closer to his awaiting mouth. I really was a greedy girl for him, and when he thrust a finger inside of me, pleasure ripped through me, arousal dripping down his chin as he devoured every inch of me.

Just as I thought I was coming down from my orgasm, my legs shook, another one already building. Ryder moaned, his lips vibrating against me as he added another finger.

Our eyes met, his gaze was fiery as he lapped me up, and I couldn’t hold it back any longer. Gripping hard onto his hair, I pushed my hips forward, thrusting out my orgasm as I saw stars burst into my vision and felt them ricochet through every part of me.

I didn’t think it could get any better, but the way he claimed every drop of me before kissing up my stomach, had me trembling, my body tingling as he pressed against me.

His cock was right at my wet center, but he didn’t enter me right away.

Instead, he took my face in his hands and met my hooded gaze.

“Kiss me, Lexie. Taste yourself on my lips,” he murmured, not waiting for my reply as he pressed his mouth to mine, his tongue parting my lips.

I’d never thought I’d like the taste of my arousal, but on Ryder’s tongue, it was intoxicating and something I couldn’t get enough of. I swirled my tongue with his, sucking it hard and feeling his cock stiffen against me as he moaned into my mouth.

“Are you ready to take my cock, Lexie?” he murmured into my lips, his eyes locked on mine.

“Yes, please,” I breathed.

He pushed up onto his hips, his hands spreading my legs wider for him as he slid just the head of his cock into my wet folds—teasing me, making me whimper. Did he want me to beg? I would. I wasn’t above it for him.

“Ryder, please.” I moaned as the tip if his hard cock sloped over my clit.

“Are you sure you’re ready for this? It hasn’t been long since you were hurt.” What an ass. He knew full well we’d waited as long as we’d needed to make sure I was healed. Now, after two mind-blowing orgasms, he was edging me.

“I swear, Ryder. I’ll flip you over on this bed and take your cock myself if you don’t hurry up.” Gnashing my teeth together, I was on the verge of another orgasm, but I wanted him in me when it happened.

“Oh, you’re becoming very demanding, Mrs. Saffort.” He laughed.

“And you’re a tease, Mr. Saffort,” I huffed as I reached between us to grab his shaft, but as soon as my fingers brushed it, he thrust inside me.

“Fuck, baby. You feel like heaven,” he moaned as he slowly filled me to the hilt, and I cried out at the sensation of being one with him. We didn’t move right away as I gripped onto his shoulders. Our eyes locked together as if we could have a whole conversation just by looking at each other.

His movements were slow at first, letting my body adjust to his massive size.

But I didn’t want slow. I wanted more. It had been too long since we’d been us.

Everything that once held me back from him was gone.

It was just the two of us again, like it had been in the beginning—before I started making decisions for both of us, before I convinced myself I wasn’t enough.

But I knew better now. I was enough for him. I always had been.

Lifting my legs, I wrapped them around his waist, pulling him as close as he could get to me. He laughed into my lips. “You always did need me.”

“Always. All yours,” I managed to pant, the friction building between my legs already.

“You going to come again for me, sweetheart?” he growled, sliding his hand between us.

His thumb went to my swollen clit as he rocked his body in the same slow motion he circled my nub.

“Yes, like that,” I panted, keeping my eyes on his hooded gaze as my breathing quickened. I was so close, so damn close, and he knew it, adding just the right amount of pressure as I gripped harder onto him. I grabbed his forearms and hung on for dear life.

My orgasm hit me hard, my whole body shaking around his as I held on hard to his shoulders, afraid I would burst right there.

I cried out, but he muffled the sound with his mouth, dipping his tongue against mine.

“You’re going to have to learn to be quiet, like the old days,” Ryder muttered against my mouth.

He was right, and while I’d enjoyed trying not to get caught, I also enjoyed making sure he knew how much pleasure he brought me.

“I can feel how hard you came for me, sweetheart, and you’re soaking everything. Fuck,” he murmured, his thrusts harder as the aftershocks of my climax rocked through my body.

“Do you want me to come for you, Lex? Are you going to take all of my cock?” he growled, circling his hips against mine.

“Yes, come for me,” I panted, my legs like gelatin as I tried to keep them gripped around his waist, thrusting my hips up to meet his over and over again. He slammed hard into me, and I cried out as he spilled inside of me, the warmth flooding my already heated body.

I collapsed back onto the pillows, and Ryder gently followed, resting his head on my chest, my heart beating wildly against him.

I reached up, running my fingers through his hair, relishing the time we’d just shared together.

We didn’t say anything for a while, with only the sound of our labored breathing filling the air.

Then, finally, he looked up, his eyes almost glowing in the moonlight. He smiled, “I love you, Lexie.”

“I love you too, Ryder,” I said, sealing my words with another kiss.