Page 21 of The First Day of Breeding Season (Wildfire Ranch #4)

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When we get back to camp, Drew heats up enough water to wash up before bed.

Then he tucks me into one of the two bedrolls laid out on side by side cots.

Wildfire Ranch doesn’t spare any expense when it comes to their equipment. Inside the canvas bedroll is a foam mattress, a sleeping bag, and cotton sheets that feel like heaven against my bare legs.

I wear panties and a t-shirt, but Drew strips down to absolutely nothing before he slides into the roll next to mine.

“I didn’t know naked was an option,” I say drowsily.

He tangles our fingers together. “Go to sleep, perfect girl.”

I laugh, but my eyelids are already closing.

And when they blink open again, it’s morning.

I slept like a log, apparently. Beside me, Drew has kicked of his covers, and he’s sprawled out buck naked on his cot.

What an amazing eyeful.

I gaze at him adoringly, but the second I stretch, I get a twinge warning me that my bladder is full.

Creeping out of bed, I go to take care of business.

When I come back, I stand on the edge of the tarp, undecided if I could try to make coffee, or if I should crawl back onto the cot and just look at my cowboy up close some more.

He’s incredible to look at naked. He seems bigger again than when he’s dressed, just a massive specimen of man. Thick torso. Solid belly curving down to a heavy cock that lays sideways against his hip. Long legs that look like tree trunks, if trees were covered in soft, curling dark hair.

“Come back to bed,” he murmurs, although his eyelids don’t crack open at all. “But take off your clothes first.”

I strip, then kneel beside him and stroke my fingertips over his cock. “Are you awake?”

“Enough.”

“You’re beautiful,” I whisper.

He’s growing against my touch, getting fatter and longer, a dark pink crown stretching past his foreskin.

Leaning in, my hair falls around my face, brushing his hips as I give his erection a good morning kiss.

He groans and sinks his hands into my hair. “Fuck, sweetheart. How are you this sweet to me?”

I smile and kiss down his shaft. “Oh, do you like this? That’s convenient. Because I’m very curious about how you respond to stimulus.”

“Doing research on me?”

I hum in agreement. I want to know Drew Lowry inside and out. “Why does your sac get tight when I breathe on it?”

He laughs.

“That’s a serious question, cowboy.”

“Ah. Okay.” He groans when I lick him there. “Fuck, I can’t think when you do that.”

“Interesting.”

He growls and tugs my head up. His gaze is dark in the early morning light. “You want interesting? Take my balls in your pretty little hand, baby. Feel how heavy they are for you.”

I cup his warm skin eagerly.

“Good girl. See how full of seed they are?”

“Yes,” I breathe.

“Do you think I want that seed on my belly again?”

I shake my head. “No.”

“No. That’s right. You’re such a smart girl. Where do I want it? Why are my balls heavy, Brynn?”

I climb on top of him, thighs shaking, and I line us up. “You want to be inside me.”

His hands clamp on my hips, dragging me down his shaft. Sinking me onto his incredible length, exactly like we did last night, until he’s buried right up to my cervix and my entrance is stretched tight around his root, right above his balls.

“You’re so big,” I breathe.

His gaze blazes with fire, but he doesn’t rush me as I adjust to the stretch, the feel of him in my body for the second time where I’d never had anything before.

“Will it always feel like this?” I ease up onto my knees, lifting halfway off his cock. But that’s not better. It just makes me feel empty inside, like I need to sink back down on him.

Even if he’s too big, even if I feel overstuffed, having Drew inside me feels so profoundly right.

“I fucking hope so.” He cups my breasts. His touch makes them feel heavy and sensitive, and when he rolls his thumbs over my nipples, I cry out loud. “Yeah, baby. Be loud. Let the mountain hear how much you need my dick.”

I ride him until my legs start shaking, and then he pulls he off and rolls me onto my side, entering me from behind as soon as he can hook my top leg over his thigh.

“I can’t get enough of your tits,” he growls in my ear as he fills his palms with them again. “I’m going to make them milky, aren’t I? If I come in you now? Your whole body will bloom for your baby. Is that what you want, sweetheart?”

“Yes…”

“Say it.”

“Make me pregnant,” I pant.

His arms tighten, solid bands of muscle trapping me against him as he thrusts deep into my belly. As he squeezes my tits and stretches my legs wide open.

And then one of his hands slides over my belly to my clit, and that’s it, that’s all the pressure I need on my strung-tight body.

I spiral high into a blazing climax that clamps down hard on Drew’s cock.

He groans into my hair, snapping his hips and following me into that bright, light perfection.

“Take my seed, Brynn,” he growls. “Here it is. Take my baby.”

I tremble through the aftershocks in the tight confines of his arms. He doesn’t pull out, either. We stay entwined until we’re both fully recovered, and then he kisses my bare shoulder. “Waterfall shower before breakfast?”

“Absolutely.” I roll onto my belly, thinking that might feel like the best position to keep the mess between my legs and not on the bed rolls.

I’m going to have to figure out how to clean these myself, because there’s no way I’m returning them to central cowboy storage smelling like sex.

If I come down from this mountain already pregnant, maybe I’ll keep these forever as a good luck charm.

“What are you thinking?” Drew asks lazily.

I look sideways at him and smile. “This is a dream. I’m living in a dream, and I never want to wake up. Because in a dream, it can just be you and me until the end of time.”

“What about a you plus me, growing inside you?”

“The dream just got better.”

“You never need to wake up, baby. You’re gonna make me a Daddy, and I’m going to keep that smile on your face for the rest of your life.” He strokes his fingers through my hair. “I have a confession to make.”

“Mmm?”

“I don’t want you to be mad at me.”

“I’ve learned that our confessions lead to hot sex. We listen and we don’t judge, you know?”

“No, you fiery little minx. I don’t know. Tell me more about that.”

“After your confession. Out with it, Cowboy Daddy. What’s the next secret you’ve been keeping from me?”

“I thought your name was Brian.”

I blink in surprise. “Pardon?”

“When you emailed me. I thought—well, I wasn’t really listening when Noah told me about this student of his, this whip smart breeding obsessed kid?—”

“He did not call me a breeding obsessed kid!”

“Probably not. But that’s what I heard. And I was pretty sure your name was Brian. So when you emailed me, I thought you were a young man.”

I gasp. “I mean, I suspected as much, but I didn’t know you had a whole persona in your head for me! Brian? ”

“It matched the name in the email. B. Hughes.”

“That’s—” I laugh. “That’s the way our school email system is set up. And I sign my research papers as B. Hughes because it’s easier to be androgynous in this field sometimes. For obvious reasons. But I do have my name in my email signature block!”

“You have an email signature block?”

“Yes! It literally says, Brynn Hughes, Agriculture Major.”

“Ah.” He shrugs. “I don’t scroll down to the end of long messages.”

“Oh my God . How do you function?”

“I’m very good at other things.” He smirks and tugs me on top of him. “Like breeding.”

I groan and let him kiss me, because it’s true.

“You can be in charge of my inbox if you want,” he whispers in between hungry licks.

“There better not be other horny girls in there.”

“I wouldn’t know.”

That’s for sure true. He would have no clue unless one of them showed up in Daisy Dukes and refused to let him kick her off his ranch.

“And if you find any, you can chase them off because I’m taken.”

“Give me your phone, then.”

“Later. Right now you need to stay here and let Daddy breed you again.”