Page 9 of Wrangled and Tangled (Raven Peak Ranch #1)

“ F uuuuck,” Spencer’s deep rumble as he cums nearly threatens to make my dick go stiff again. Watching the tendons in his neck flex as he spills himself inside of me. Unreal.

Slowly, he pulls out, his hands falling on either side of my hips as he pants and collapses half on top of me. His breath brushes against my lower abdominals, and I take the moment to stroke his head.

“That was amazin’,” I tell him, panting into the air before looking back down where he’s sprawled out. He smiles, licks his lips, and nips my hip.

Once his breathing has evened out, he lifts, pulling off the condom I didn’t realize he’d put on, but I’m glad he did.

We didn’t have that talk, and even though I’ve been tested, I’m not sure about him.

He said it had been a while, so I imagine he’s probably clean, but it’s better to be safe than sorry.

He disappears behind a door, which I assume to be the bathroom, and emerges with a towel and a damp cloth.

“Turn over. Let me clean you up,” he says, looking away from where I’m still sprawled out on his bed. “I got a little carried away with the lube.”

With a chuckle, I sit up and accept the towel, pointing toward the door he just came through, “The bathroom, right?”

He looks back, “Oh, yeah, yeah, of course.”

“Relax,” patting his chest as I walk by. I smile, and his hesitant grin has me stealing a kiss before going to the bathroom.

Staring at myself in the mirror after Spencer wiped me clean, the goofy smile I’ve got plastered across my face feels foreign but not unwelcome.

Spencer’s sweet and a fucking rockstar in bed.

I don’t know where it came from, but the second I called him Daddy , I felt the air shift, as if he threw away the careful persona he’s crafted over the years, or if he just felt like he could be himself. Either way, I’m so fucking happy I did.

Washing my hands, walking out of the bathroom, we lock eyes. He’s standing there in his jeans with his shirt in his hand, eyeing me as if I’ll bolt.

“Are you okay?” I ask tentatively.

He scoffs and runs a hand through his beard, “Am I…,” his teeth dig into his bottom lip, and when he blinks his eyes back open, he says, “Are you okay?”

A laugh escapes me, “I’m more than okay, Spencer.”

“I didn’t hurt you?” He sighs, eyes vulnerable and open.

“No,” I hope my words are enough, but just in case they aren’t, I step around his bed, walk toward him so our bodies are millimeters away, and kiss him. It’s slow and languid as our tongues tumble together. “I promise.”

He nods, resting his forehead against mine. We stand there together, sharing breath and space.

After a few minutes, he leans back, “That was pretty incredible.”

“The Daddy kink was a fun surprise,” I crack with a chuckle. “I wasn’t expecting you to be so… excited about it.”

His cheeks dimple, and he pulls his shirt over his head. “Yeah, well. I didn’t know I liked it either.”

Placing my hand over my heart, I gasp, “You mean we unlocked a new level for you?”

“Funny,” he narrows his eyes.

“I’m serious,” my brows furrow.

“I typically prefer, Sir. Now get dressed, Cowboy.” He smirks, eyeing me up and down.

“Yes, Sir.” With puckered lips and a nod, I retrace our steps, gathering up my clothes and putting them on.

Spencer brushes by me with a hand on my back, heading out the door of the bedroom.

Once I’m tugging my undershirt over my head, I find him in the kitchen at the stove with chips, cheese, and canned chicken.

“Nachos?” I ask, rubbing my hands together and salivating at the thought.

He nods, laying out the chips on a tray and covering them with shredded cheese after he’s put the chicken on. Popping them in the oven, he turns, leaning his back against the cabinets.

“Figured you might wanna stick around since it’s late,” he shrugs one shoulder and searches my face.

Walking around the island in his kitchen, so he’s standing in front of me. Placing his hands on my hips, he looks down and swipes a kiss against my lips.

“I think I’d like that very much.”

“I’m torn between wanting to rip your clothes off again or learn everything I can about you,” he admits with a grin.

“I like both options,” I tease, running my mouth across his jaw to plant kisses on his neck.

“Maybe we take it slow, hmmm?” He says, pausing my kisses and placing me at arm’s length.

“Slow,” tumbling the word over my tongue, I nod. “Okay, slow it is.”

He turns once the beeper goes off, pulling the nachos out of the oven and placing them on the top of the cooktop. “Beer?” He asks, pointing to the fridge.

“Yeah, why not?” I laugh, watching him grab two more beers from the fridge and popping the tops. He hands me one and guzzles the other. Pulling two paper plates from a cabinet above the counter, he piles on the nachos, making sure to grab all the cheesy topping.

“I could eat the whole pan,” I’m only half joking.

He snorts but nods. “So, why broncos?”

His question throws me off, only for a minute, though, while I swallow down the nachos I shoved in my mouth. “I tried bull ridin’, but it wasn’t for me. Bronco’s just fit. I respect the hell outta Fiona.”

“Fiona’s, your horse?” His surprise makes me smile.

Nodding, I sip some beer before answering. “Yeah, she’s a special horse. When my parents bought her for me, they thought she’d be easy to break.”

“She never did, huh?”

Shaking my head with a chuckle, “Naw, she didn’t, but she did teach me a few valuable lessons. It doesn’t hurt that we’ve won a few trophies.”

He inhaled his nachos and downed the last of his beer. Walking to the trash can, he throws the plate away and puts the bottle on the counter. “A few trophies?”

“And some buckles,” winking at him, he shakes his head and chuckles.

“Modest, huh?” He murmurs.

“You asked me!”

“I did, only because a little birdie told me you were the current champion,” his eyes slide my way as he puts the empty tray into the sink.

Flipping on the tap and adding soap, he washes down the pan, making sure to get the harder bits of cheese that are baked on.

Watching him do something so simple shouldn’t be hot, yet here I am, ogling his ass in those jeans.

I’m only sad I didn’t get to appreciate it earlier.

“Is that little birdie , Levi?” I question with a sour taste in my mouth. His name licks a path of flame up my back. I just hope that pretty blonde he was with isn’t in trouble tonight.

Putting the tray into the strainer beside the sink, he turns, wiping his hands on a towel that looks like it needs replacing.

“What’s goin’ on between the two of you?” He looks almost concerned, and now I’m not sure if I’ve backed myself into a corner or not.

Choosing to be honest, I tell him about the woman we watched him drug. How out of it she was and how we found them before he did any permanent damage. Spencer’s eyes get rounder as the story goes on, and I notice his energy shift as he starts patting his pockets.

“Is everything okay?” I ask once I’ve told him everything.

“My sister,” he sucks in a breath, pinching the bridge of his nose. “I need to call her. There’s no way she knows any of that. Which means he lied to her, and if it’s true… If he does that to her…”

“The blonde in the tunnel? That’s your sister?” I want to make certain I understand him before I call Eddie.

“Lucy, yeah,” he says, searching the floor for his phone. It must have fallen out of his pocket in our haste to remove all our clothes. “Found it!”

Swiping it from in front of the couch, he dials her number, but it’s late, well past midnight by now, and I’m not sure she’ll answer.

“Hello?” A groggy voice comes in over the cell phone speaker, and my brows raise. I really didn’t think she’d answer.

“Lucy, where are you?” Spencer’s panicked voice must perk her up because she answers right away.

“I’m home. Is everything okay?” She asks, “Briar didn’t come home and bust you, did she?”

“No, no, she’s not here,” he turns around and takes the phone off speaker. Speaking softly into the phone, I can tell they’re arguing, but I respect his privacy enough to head to his bedroom and wait.

If she’s with Levi, she has to know about the other women. Right? Or is he that skilled of a liar?

After a few minutes, Spencer trudges into the bedroom with a heavy sigh and flops onto the bed. “She’s adamant that Levi didn’t do that, but…” he pauses and turns his head to face me. “I can’t imagine you have any reason to lie about it.”

“I liked Levi. Before that, he was fun to keep around. After… not so much.” I have literally no reason to lie about something like that, but Levi?

Well, if he’d stoop low enough to drug a woman, then lying sure ain’t outta the question.

I hope he chooses to believe me and not his sister’s naivety, but there’s nothing I can do about it either way.

“I believe you,” he says, “for whatever that’s worth.”

A sigh escapes my lips. I’m not sure why, but those words settle in my gut and grip my heart.

He believes me.

“Would you want to watch a movie?” He asks, looking around the room as if another option will reveal itself.

“Only if I get to pick,” I smirk.

He laughs and lifts up, picking the remote up off his nightstand and tossing it to me. “Deal. Go shower, and I’ll set it up.”

“Only if you’ll join me.”

“Insatiable,” he tisks.

“It was worth a shot,” I shrug.

“I didn’t say no,” he rumbles, pulling the button on his jeans open and wiping his shirt off with one hand.

“Fuck yes,” pumping my hand in the air, I follow him into the bathroom where his lips meet mine, and we kiss as if it’s the only way we’ll get air in our lungs.

He breaks away to turn the knobs so the spray starts pelting the tiles. Pulling towels from under the sink, he places them on the counter as I shed the rest of my clothes for the second time tonight.

At this point, I want to stay naked.

“You’re fuckin’ gorgeous,” Spencer says. His eyes go dark, and he sucks my bottom lip into his mouth.

“I think you’re pretty fuckin’ hot, too, Daddy.”