Page 54 of Wildest Forever (Lovelock Bay #3)

CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN

MORGAN

C antering down the field, I stall at the gate and catch my breath.

Dusty finished just after one so I have had the last few hours by myself, but I think I needed it.

As much as I was busy, it gave me time to think about what I could do with the ranch.

I needed to speak it out with Pacey, because it's not just my decision anymore.

I had no idea if it was just going to be one money pit feeding into another, but I wanted to talk it out, float the idea and see what he thought.

This was a big old place to run, we needed money in, but being a cowgirl and raising cattle when you're going against the Riveras is not a money spinner.

Letting myself out the gate, I push it two and head for the stables. Dismounting off her back, I walk into the stalls and untack her before leading her back and hosing her down. She was sweaty and so was I.

Once she is cleaned, I throw her rug on her and turn her out into the paddock along with Pacey's horse, Chase. They frolic in the meadow, and I lean over the paddock gate as I watch them, my heart soars.

This is my happy place.

Here on my ranch, watching the horses, the livestock, nature... everything about this has always felt like home.

The sound of Pacey's truck approaching has my hand pressing over my eyes, blocking out the low afternoon sun and my brows furrow.

He jumps out the truck with a baby I am here look on his face, a smile that only widens as he steps closer to me.

“Welcome home sheriff,” I mumble as he wraps his arm around me and pulls me close to him, his lips hovering over mine.

“Good to be home cowgirl,” raspiness coats his tone.

“Wasn't expecting you just yet,” I smirk, “I was just about to get showered because I am a sweaty mess,” and he steps back, a look of confusion on his face, his eyes bounce over me, checking me out.

“You? A mess... never,” he darts forward and places a kiss on my neck, teasing over my pulse point.

A giggle bubbles from me as I tilt my head back and let his lips trail across my throat.

“But, I do agree you're sweaty and you do need a shower,” his voice vibrates against my skin, my breaths trembling and I smile.

“Is that so?” I lift my head up so my eyes are level with his and he nods. “Then we better go shower then,” I tease, locking my fingers through his and lead him into the house and closing the door behind us.

Fumbling to get my boots off, he is already unbuttoning his jeans and kicking his boots off.

I begin to climb the stairs but he catches me up, his arms circling my waist and I squeal as he carries me up the stairs and into the bathroom.

He doesn't even shut the door, just places me down and turns on the shower.

The loud banging of the pipes kicks in and while we wait for the water to heat, he is in front of me, undressing me with want.

My fingers tease under his tee as I run them across his muscly stomach before he is lifting his own tee over his head and kicking his jeans off.

His large hand cups my face as he tilts my lips up to his, slanting them across and I could kiss him forever.

My feet are off the floor, my legs circling his waist as he walks us into the shower, the warm water cascading down over us as his lips dust down my neck, licking and sucking as he makes his way to my breasts, large hands kneading and squeezing, his hips pushed against me as he holds me in place.

“Pacey,” I pant just as his hand slips between my legs, fingers rubbing my clit.

“Yes wife.”

“I need you,” my voice trembles, two fingers slipping into my soaked pussy.

“I know,” his voice is tight, his lips back on my neck as he traces my pulse point with kisses, his fingers buried inside of me as he coaxes my orgasm, bringing me to the brink before pushing me straight back down into the depths, craving it.

“Please,” I moan, my pussy grinding over his fingers so his palm rubs against my clit.

“You look pretty when you beg, wife,” his voice trails off and my mouth pops open as he covers my nipple with his hot mouth and all my senses tingle as he submerges me in pleasure.

Fingers pull from me and his cock slides into my pussy, filling me slowly and my eyes roll in the back of my head. His teeth sink into his bottom lip, both hands cupped around my waist as he holds me in place, his hips pulling back and slamming forward.

“I will never get over how you feel, fucking you raw...” his head tips back as he pulls to the tip, edging me, pulsing the head of his cock at my opening and my stomach tightens, my skin burns and my pussy pulses, sucking him deeper but he shakes his head.

“I like teasing you,” he admits and my eyes fall between our bodies and my moans fill the room.

“I can't hold off,” I admit, my voice trembling, my teeth sinking into my bottom lip.

“Then let it all go baby,” his eyes connect with mine as he slowly fills me, my mouth opening, eyes widening and it feels euphoric, my skin tingling and I know the burning swirl that is intensifying inside, my pussy aching and I know this orgasm is going to wreck me.

Harder and faster with each roll of his hips, my arms hang around his neck, my back arching away and every ounce of emotion is being poured into this, poured into him fucking me until I am a trembling mess beneath him.

“Come for me wife.”

His fingers graze over my hips, over my pelvis, my pubic bone and land on my clit as he rubs and I explode, my pussy tightening as my orgasm steams through me, knocking the air from my lungs as my moans fill the room.

“That's a good girl, fuck you're so sexy,” he growls, his cock slipping in and out with ease as he fucks me until he is spilling into me, filling me.

We spend the next twenty minutes washing each other with the luffa, sudding up our skin as we clean every inch.

Wrapped up in a huge towel, we walk to my bedroom giggling, his lips pressing between my shoulder and neck.

“I'm glad you came home early,” I hum as I lower myself to the bed.

“Me too,” he smiles as he lays down next to me.

I turn slightly, looking down at him.

“We need to really start choosing a room to stay in...”

“Yeah?” he raises his brow, arm tucked behind his head.

“Yeah, we don't both need one...” I trail off and shuffle onto my knees then climb over his lap.

“Are you sure?” his eyes fall to where I am sitting before they're on me.

“Yes,” I whisper, undoing my towel and letting it fall from my body.

“Fuuuuck,” he drawls out as I push up, and wrap my hands around his cock and tease it at my opening.

“You're a bad girl,” he whispers as I slowly roll down the length of his thick cock and his eyes roll in the back of his head, his moans are erotic and I love that it is me making him feel like that.

“You make me bad, Sheriff .” I whisper as my hips begin to move and I lean down over him, my golden hair falling around our faces and I tease my lips over his, watching as he pants, his large hands skimming down my sides as his fingers dig into my ass cheeks, lifting me up and down over his cock.

“Fuck,” he groans, trying to kiss me but I pull back every time his lips get close, my hips rolling over his cock.“I am going to fuck you so hard if you keep teasing me...” He trails off as a moan slips past my lips.

“Don't threaten me with a good time,” my eyes flick up to his and that turns him feral. A hand lifts from my skin and cups the back of my head as he pulls my lips to his and his other hand is gripped firmly around my hip as his legs bend and I feel his thighs on my ass.

“I am going to ruin you,” he whispers against my mouth as he tugs on my bottom lip with his teeth before his tongue swipes past them and I whimper a moan, his cock spearing in and out of my pussy and I couldn't even hold it back if I wanted to.

My body trembles under his touch, convulsing forward, pussy tightening as my second orgasm floors me and he follows, filling me again.

Panting and sweaty again, I lay over his body and he wraps his arms over my back, his spare hand hovers as his fingers tease up and down my spine, shivers breaking against my skin.

“I love you, Pacey Rivera.”

“Not as much as I love you, Sunflower.”

I lift my head from his chest and furrow my brows.

“Not possible,” I hum and try to turn away but he grips my chin and holds me so I have no other option but to stare at him.

“Possible,” he growls and I smirk, “you're my wildest forever, my wildest dreams, my wildest love...”

My eyes soften as they bounce between his.

“You're it for me Sunflower, everything I never knew I wanted ended up being you. You fixed me, pieced the missing jigsaw puzzle back into place when I hadn't even noticed it was missing. You did that baby, you .”

I blink back fresh tears, but I fail to hold them as they trickle over my tear line.

“I love you Morgan Rivera, if you asked me to lasso the moon and hook the stars, I would. I would do anything for you. Because this heart,” he pauses and reaches for my hand, placing it over his chest so I can feel the way it beats under his skin, “has never beat the way it beats for you Sunflower.

.. I will give you every inch of me, every piece of my soul, my mind, my body. .. all of me. I'm yours.”

His thumb catches my tear, and I tremble against him.

“Forever Sunflower, it's me and you.”

“Me and you,” I repeat.

“Always.”

“Forever,” I whisper before he pulls my lips to his.

PACEY

ONE DAY UNTIL WAR.

I lean in the doorway as I watch Morgan potter around as she tries to get everything together for our supper.

My family are over this evening and honestly, we could do without it but we, as in me, Tripp and Riggs agreed that we wouldn't tell the girls until we needed to, and we also agreed that we would give them this night.

We had the plan mapped out, but it didn't matter how much we went over it again and again, it still didn't feel like it was right.