just thinking about it.
“Maybe she's the one after all,” he whispers to himself. “This place isn't meant for a bachelor.
Weldon Ranch has always been a family business. Can't stand the thought of going much longer without a son or daughter in tow, learning the ropes here just like me.”
One thing's for sure – he won't let anything happen to her. And getting her pregnant will turn him from a guardian angel into a ferocious lion.
If any part of her old life ever shows up – and I mean any – I'm not gonna put up with it. Don't care what kind of sharp package it comes in neither.
“Perfection isn't easy to see,” he says to himself softly. “When you find the right woman with some fertile flesh and a softer heart, it's hard to believe it. Thank God I haven't been blind the whole time...”
Flexing his legs, he climbs down from the crates. Subconsciously, the same thoughts linger, tickling up his spine as he issues daily orders to the men and checks up on the ranch's inner workings.
The hours pass lazily. It feels like evening will never fully come, especially when he wants to do nothing else but sit down with her for dinner and then clasp her in his arms and ferry her upstairs.
At last, time relents. They dine soon after he comes inside, making small talk about the broader farming going on beyond the ranch.
When he feels her foot nudge his boots, he can't hold back anymore. Unfortunately, the rough sun has drained too much from both of them, everything except the craving for flesh.
They collapse in bed together, kissing for awhile until she falls asleep. When he sees her eyes closed and feels her shallow breathing, he breaths her sweet scented hair, quieting his inner turmoil.
It's as just as well. The predatory impulses in Brax's head are rising, but they haven't yet taken full flight.
Not yet, but soon. I have to have her. No one has ever smelled, felt, or tasted this good.
The next evening is special. He brings out a pair of long black boots he hasn't worn in ages. His trousers, sleek shirt, and notched leather belt all match.
When Sadie sees her dark knight, she grins with surprise. She's sitting at the table, playing solitaire while she waits for him to clean up for dinner.
“Save whatever's left over for tomorrow. I'm sure it's good, but we deserve something different tonight. And you need an evening off.”
She looks up from her game, wondering what he's talking about. Brax lifts his hand, pointing through the ceiling at the bathroom upstairs.
“Go get ready. I want to take you out tonight.”
Excited at the unexpected development, she runs upstairs. For the first time, she takes a shower that's lukewarm rather than arctic cold.
When she's finished, she walks into their bedroom, rifling through the old clothes she's unpacked with his permission. Several hand-me-downs from Brax's sister fit her well.
I wonder if it's true what they say about men preferring certain body types as they grow up? Funny how his sister's stuff is such a great fit.
Oh, well. At least she won't be coming back anytime soon.
Far away in Seattle, Judy Brax has left her younger brother to tend the ranch she has no interest in.
Sadie turns around in the mirror, satisfied with the bright yellow dress she's chosen. It fits her curves nicely. The vibrant hue has a strong country feel to it too.
Brax whistles when she comes into the kitchen. “Woo! That's the kinda style I like. You look drop dead gorgeous, beautiful. Too bad that dress won't stay on all night.”
He slaps her buttocks playfully as she passes in front of him. Sadie giggles, all the way out to the truck.
If it were any other man, her sharp hand would be on his face before he could blink. But for her cowboy, being admired makes her blood burn.
It's a quick ride to the Silver Dollar Diner. It's the only restaurant in town, a clean eatery with a chrome interior decked out in the mellow blues of the 1950s. The huge neon sign with a winking face on a
“Maybe she's the one after all,” he whispers to himself. “This place isn't meant for a bachelor.
Weldon Ranch has always been a family business. Can't stand the thought of going much longer without a son or daughter in tow, learning the ropes here just like me.”
One thing's for sure – he won't let anything happen to her. And getting her pregnant will turn him from a guardian angel into a ferocious lion.
If any part of her old life ever shows up – and I mean any – I'm not gonna put up with it. Don't care what kind of sharp package it comes in neither.
“Perfection isn't easy to see,” he says to himself softly. “When you find the right woman with some fertile flesh and a softer heart, it's hard to believe it. Thank God I haven't been blind the whole time...”
Flexing his legs, he climbs down from the crates. Subconsciously, the same thoughts linger, tickling up his spine as he issues daily orders to the men and checks up on the ranch's inner workings.
The hours pass lazily. It feels like evening will never fully come, especially when he wants to do nothing else but sit down with her for dinner and then clasp her in his arms and ferry her upstairs.
At last, time relents. They dine soon after he comes inside, making small talk about the broader farming going on beyond the ranch.
When he feels her foot nudge his boots, he can't hold back anymore. Unfortunately, the rough sun has drained too much from both of them, everything except the craving for flesh.
They collapse in bed together, kissing for awhile until she falls asleep. When he sees her eyes closed and feels her shallow breathing, he breaths her sweet scented hair, quieting his inner turmoil.
It's as just as well. The predatory impulses in Brax's head are rising, but they haven't yet taken full flight.
Not yet, but soon. I have to have her. No one has ever smelled, felt, or tasted this good.
The next evening is special. He brings out a pair of long black boots he hasn't worn in ages. His trousers, sleek shirt, and notched leather belt all match.
When Sadie sees her dark knight, she grins with surprise. She's sitting at the table, playing solitaire while she waits for him to clean up for dinner.
“Save whatever's left over for tomorrow. I'm sure it's good, but we deserve something different tonight. And you need an evening off.”
She looks up from her game, wondering what he's talking about. Brax lifts his hand, pointing through the ceiling at the bathroom upstairs.
“Go get ready. I want to take you out tonight.”
Excited at the unexpected development, she runs upstairs. For the first time, she takes a shower that's lukewarm rather than arctic cold.
When she's finished, she walks into their bedroom, rifling through the old clothes she's unpacked with his permission. Several hand-me-downs from Brax's sister fit her well.
I wonder if it's true what they say about men preferring certain body types as they grow up? Funny how his sister's stuff is such a great fit.
Oh, well. At least she won't be coming back anytime soon.
Far away in Seattle, Judy Brax has left her younger brother to tend the ranch she has no interest in.
Sadie turns around in the mirror, satisfied with the bright yellow dress she's chosen. It fits her curves nicely. The vibrant hue has a strong country feel to it too.
Brax whistles when she comes into the kitchen. “Woo! That's the kinda style I like. You look drop dead gorgeous, beautiful. Too bad that dress won't stay on all night.”
He slaps her buttocks playfully as she passes in front of him. Sadie giggles, all the way out to the truck.
If it were any other man, her sharp hand would be on his face before he could blink. But for her cowboy, being admired makes her blood burn.
It's a quick ride to the Silver Dollar Diner. It's the only restaurant in town, a clean eatery with a chrome interior decked out in the mellow blues of the 1950s. The huge neon sign with a winking face on a
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