Page 39 of Sweet Escape (Whispering Oaks Ranch #1)

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Olivia

“Halfway there,” Evie says, returning from her pantry with another armload of ingredients. She deposits them on the island,pointing to each one in quick succession to ensure we have everything on hand to make her famous chocolate chip cookies. “So… does my grandbaby have a name yet?”

I blow out a breath as I take a seat, resting my chin in the palm of my hand. “No. I’m too indecisive. How did you do it?”

“None of my babies had names until they were in my arms.” For a moment, her eyes become unfocused like she’s replaying a memory. “When I looked at them, I knew. Wilder would’ve been named Russell Junior if he had his way.”

I grimace at the possibility of screaming my father-in-law’s name in the bedroom, steeling my expression before Evie can make sense of it.

“Wilder’s been absolutely no help in that department,” I say. “If you could help me convince him that Agnes sounds like an octogenarian who keeps toffees in her purse to hand out during drag queen story hour at the nursing home, I’d appreciate it.”

She laughs as she reaches into a cupboard for a mixing bowl. “I love my boys dearly, but they’re better suited to hard labor. You’ve got time to think it over. Don’t rush it.”

Scanning the items laid out across the butcher block, I try to unravel the mystery of Evie’s cookie recipe, but I don’t see anything out of the ordinary. “Ok, I have to know. What’s the secret? This looks exactly like my recipe, and I’ve never been able to get them to taste as good as yours.”

“If I tell you, that makes you family. You ready for that commitment?”

“I think this”—I rub my palm over my belly—“already did that for me.”

Her eyes crinkle with amusement, and she slides a battered and stained recipe card across the countertop, the exact measurements and instructions written out in delicate, precise handwriting.

I read out every detail, my eyes landing on the subtle difference between her recipe and mine. “Son-of-a… you brown the butter.”

“That’s it. You’re a Hayes now.” She tosses an apron at me. “Let’s get to work.”

Something twists inside my chest, like a thread being pulled free, unraveling the seams and pulling apart the pieces that had been meticulously stitched together over the last few months.

A part of me wishes it were true—wishes I could be tied to Wilder by more than just the child growing inside me, but I know that’s impossible.

Wilder’s heart is locked down tight, and Jess took the key to her grave.

“You know, people would pay good money for a view like this.” I tease, coming up on Wilder in the barn with his shirt off, chest on full display. He’s got Copper’s hoof between his knees, and the old boy is completely at ease with whatever it is Wilder’s doing to him.

The midsummer heat is nearly suffocating in its intensity, so I can’t say I blame him for going shirtless. My hormones are working on overdrive as it is, and this sweaty cowboy is really doing it for me.

His ass is looking fine in his wranglers and chaps, and I could easily get off on the sight of him at work if I had five minutes and my bullet vibrator. This man— my man—is sex on a stick.

“Hey, Cupcake. What brings you to my neck of the woods?” He grunts as he slides a blade-like object through the V-shaped indentation in the center of the hoof. It looks like something that should be painful, but Copper is completely unfazed.

“I come bearing lunch… and your child, but you already knew that.”

He chuckles deeply, and I swear that sound goes straight to my greedy pussy. “And how is my Little Filly doing today?” he asks.

My heart leaps in my chest at the newfound nickname for our baby girl. We found out yesterday at our twenty-week ultrasound, and the look on Wilder’s face had me melting on the spot. I swear I saw him holding back a tear or two, though I don’t think he would’ve minded either way.

“She’s good. Using my bladder as a punching bag as per usual. ”

He releases Copper’s hoof and settles him back in his stall before striding over to me.

Beads of sweat trickle down his chest and abs, and it takes all of my self-control not to fall to my knees in tribute right then and there.

My heart gives an involuntary squeeze when he drops to his knees instead, palming the watermelon I have tucked under my sundress.

Being a bigger girl, I was worried I wouldn’t show much during my pregnancy, but it’s become very obvious this week with the upper part of my belly hardening and rounding out significantly.

It might have something to do with this being a big ol’ Hayes baby.

Apparently, all of Evie’s babies were overachievers, and according to the anatomy scan, baby girl is measuring in the 89th percentile for her estimated length. Lucky me, I guess.

“Hey, Little Girl,” he murmurs. “You be nice to your mama, you hear me?” His lips press into my belly, and I dissolve into a pile of mush. “Daddy loves you.”

Wish Daddy would do some lovin’ on me, too. Damn.

He stands and dusts off his chaps and stretches out his back. My eyes eat up every muscle and defined ridge, sweat slicked and tempting as hell.

“Ready to go?” he asks.

“Huh?”

He looks at me with a cocksure grin when I finally meet his gaze. “Lunch?”

“Oh, sh—oot. Yeah. Let’s go.”

“Unless, of course, you have something else in mind.” His voice lowers to a gravelly tone. He palms my hips with both hands and slowly walks me into an empty stall, my back pressing up against the wooden interior. “See something you like, Pretty Girl?”

My words get stuck in my throat as he runs his nose along my neck, delivering a chaste kiss to the spot on my collarbone that never fails to make me weak in the knees. A wave of heat washes over me, and I unleash all of my pent-up longing into one bruising kiss.

My hands skate up his back and into his hair, knocking the backward cap off his head. He chuckles against my lips.

“Somebody’s eager. Bet you’re already soaked for me, aren’t you? Tell me… what am I gonna find when I slide my hand under this pretty little dress you put on just for me?”

“It wasn’t for you,” I say, breathlessly.

“Is that so? It sure as fuck better not be for anyone else.”

“Jealous?”

“When it comes to you, Livie girl, always. But I think we both know who you belong to.”

My breath catches as he pulls down the top of my dress, bringing his mouth to my overly sensitive nipples. “Fuuuuuudge.”

“Honey, if I’ve got my mouth on you, I wanna hear every filthy word you’ve got. Don’t hold back.”

“What if— oh fuck .” My pussy clenches as he sucks the other peak between his lips. On a stuttered inhale, I ask, “What if I want my mouth on you this time?”

He licks a path from my breast to my mouth, nipping at my bottom lip. “Not this time. Not in the barn. I’m not having you get down on your knees out here. Besides, we don’t have time for all that. I’m gonna take you fast and hard before we have a nice lunch. That alright with you?”

All I can do is nod as his fingers glide up the outside of my thighs, pushing my dress above my hips.

“Goddamn, Liv. I swear you just get more beautiful by the day. These thick thighs. This ass.” He sounds almost awestruck, and it sets off a constellation of flutters low in my belly.

His hands follow his words, gripping and stroking all over my body.

I’ve never felt more desired in my life.

“Can’t wait any longer,” he says. “I need to be inside you.”

“Yes. ”

He slides my panties off and shoves them into his pocket, turning me to face the half wall on the side of the stall. “Hold on tight, Pretty Girl.”

He dips lower, lining his already hard cock up at my entrance while his other hand takes my hip in a bruising grip. My pussy is constantly wet for this man so I’m more than ready for him when he slides home with a strangled, “ Fuck .”

I moan as he thrusts inside me, taking me fast and hard just as he promised. His hand leaves my hip to circle my clit, bringing me to the brink of release, but he pulls away just before I can get there, bringing the fingers now coated in my wetness to my mouth. “Suck.”

I open my mouth, and he drives them to the back of my throat, gagging me slightly. I can taste myself on him, and I don’t hate it.

“Such a good girl. Someday I wanna stuff both holes at the same time. Would you like that? I could feed you my cock while I fuck you with one of your toys.”

“God, yes. I want that.”

He groans, continuing to fuck into me at a bruising pace. “My dirty girl. Come for me. Wanna feel that sweet cunt squeezing around my cock.”

His words rip the orgasm from my body so violently that the only thing holding me up is Wilder’s arm banding around my shoulders. “Wilder!”

“That’s it. Scream my name. Let everyone know who you belong to. Gonna come inside this sweet pussy, fill you up, and claim you all over again. Keep you full of me for the rest of the day.”

The orgasm goes on so long, I nearly black out from the pleasure. A few more thrusts and Wilder’s release follows. He rests his forehead against my shoulder, clinging to me like he’s afraid I might disappear.

When he pulls out, I feel his cum leaking down my thighs, but he’s r ight there, two fingers shoving it back inside me.

He pulls my panties from his pocket and taps my ankle.

“Lift.”One at a time, he slides my underwear back up my legs, keeping his release exactly where he wants it.

“Gonna need you to bring me lunch more often,” he says, chest heaving with each ragged breath.

“I think we can make that happen.”

I wrap my arms around his waist and rest my head against his chest, waiting for the air to return to my lungs.

His heartbeat synchronizes with my own, a frenetic cadence that betrays the undercurrent of rightness.

Two souls intertwined in the wreckage of our pasts; imperfect permanence trapped between us.

His calm soothes my chaos like nothing ever has or ever will.