Free Stripped Down by Lorelei James Page B

full recovery.
    Before they’d had a chance to celebrate, Jim Grant had announced to his family that he intended to retire from ranching entirely. Starting immediately. Then he’d given Wyn and Cres the option of dividing the land in half. They could each run their own operation, or they could continue to ranch together. He’d take his cut of the cattle sale from this year and then after that, he was out. He planned to fulfill his promise to his wife to see the world. And as soon as he was healthy enough, they’d be off to have the adventures they’d waited a lifetime to experience.
    Talk about floored.
    Wyn was glad to have several hours to try to sort through everything. But by the time he pulled into his driveway just after dark, he was more than ready to put it all aside and focus on the sweet, hot and sexy redhead he hadn’t been able to get out of his mind the past thirty-six hours. The sweet, hot and sexy redhead who was in his house right now. The sweet, hot and sexy redhead who had left the porch light on for him.
    Warmth spread through him. It made him a fucking sap, but he hadn’t had anyone leave the light on for him since he lived at home. And if the woman had cooked supper? He might just propose to her.
    He was so eager to see her he didn’t haul in his suitcase. He took the steps two at a time and burst through the door. From the foyer, while he took off his boots, he yelled, “Honey, I’m home.” When he rounded the corner, Melissa stood in his living room, her wild curls pulled back into a ponytail. She wore a workout top that showcased her tits, yoga pants—thank you baby Jesus for the genius who invented those motherfuckers—and her feet were bare. She looked completely at home in his home.
    “Hey. How was the drive?”
    “Long.”
    “How’s your dad?”
    “Better than we thought, on the road to a full recovery and makin’ big plans.” He started to stalk her. “Tell me, little redheaded riding girl, what’s that delicious smell?”
    “I cooked stir-fry but the rice isn’t done yet.”
    “Good. We have time.”
    Melissa took a step back. “For?”
    “For you to tell me why you were trespassing in my kitchen.”
    “Are you the big bad wolf, Wynton?”
    “Yes.” He continued slowly moving forward. “Here’s where you say, ‘Oh my, what big teeth you have.’”
    Her gaze zeroed in on his mouth. “Why are you licking your lips?”
    “Because you look mighty tasty.”
    “But I cooked!”
    “Don’t want food, Red. I want you.” Then he was looming over her. The sexy glint in her eyes widened his predatory grin. “Strip off them britches.”
    Her half-hearted “No” had him wrestling her to the floor. He hovered on all fours above her. “Don’t be scared, Red. My big teeth and long wicked tongue are all the better to eat you with. Now take off those pants or I’ll tear them off.”
    Ten seconds later, her bottom half was completely bared to him.
    “Drop your knees open. Show me all of you.”
    Her hesitation vanished.
    “My, what a pretty pussy you have.” Wyn lowered his head and lapped at the sticky, sweet goodness at the entrance to her body. “I want to fuck you with my mouth, Melissa.”
    “Yes.”
    He saw no need to hurry. He explored, mapping her folds with his tongue. He licked fast, then slow. He suckled her pussy lips together, then separately. He grazed her clit with his teeth. By the time he knew the taste of her and the shape of her beneath his mouth, he also knew what maneuver his tongue could do to get her to buck her hips up. Now it was time to know what she sounded like when she came against his face, just how hard she could pull his hair, and how many times he could make her come before she begged him to stop.
    Ten minutes later, he had the answers to those questions, and more.
    Melissa made a timeout sign.
    Wyn chuckled against the top of her thigh.
    “You are a menace with that mouth,” she panted.
    “Come on, Amazing Slut-Girl, you can take