Free RanchersHealingTouch by Arthur Mitchell Page B

thought I could fall for someone so fast. Didn't think I'd be doing something this crazy so fast either. But I know you're right for me, the one I've been waiting for. You're the one who's going to give me an heir.”
    “I have to,” she says, her words hissing with conviction. “I want to be one with you in the best way possible. One with my savior.”
    He smiles modestly. “That's right. Family is so important to me. My Pa's death changed everything.
    Barely saw my sister after he went, too close on the heels of Mama. Guess he couldn't take a broken heart too long. Now I'm beginning to understand why.”
    Her heart softens. She kisses him again and shifts her thighs, holding them together to keep as much of his precious essence inside her as possible.
    “What is it? I'd like to hear more about your family.”
    “The Weldon clan used to have a lot of kids. My parents were the first in memory to just have my Sis and I. Wasn't too happy when she moved away either...but it was for the best.”
    “You didn't get along with your sister?”
    “Judy always wanted to be a city girl. Couldn't stop her. We butted heads anyway a long time ago when Pa handed off some of my work. She hated it, and I hated dealing with her.”
    “I'm sorry.” Deep inside, she knows the words aren't completely honest.
    If she was still here, I might've been sent away after all. Or worse, sent off to the authorities who are so interested in me...
    She presses his pecs with her shoulder, admiring their mesmerizing tone. His touch keeps reminding her that all of this is real, built on deep attraction, and not just dumb luck.
    “You're in trouble when you touch me like that. Are you ready for another dose of what's good for you?”
    “Maybe if you'll untie me after this.”
    Brax whistles dismissively. “Not a chance. I'm not letting you up until you're running over with my wild oats.”
    Giggling, she falls into him, rubbing her elevated thigh across his rising cock.
    He takes her repeatedly, beating the bed springs without mercy. She shifts however he wants, taking him from top or bottom, over or under, but always deep.
    The rancher's stamina is incredible. It doesn't take him much longer to recover after another sweaty, nerve popping climax.
    And they keep going, again and again, searching for children somewhere in ecstasy's fog.
    Her wrists are red and chaffed as the darkness outside the window begins to turn gray. Still, she fights through it, fusing her hips to his like fleshy magnets, taking the thick semen rushing out, a stream of life her flesh instinctively craves.
    When he finally undoes her knots, part of her is sorry to see them go. Spent and smiling, he holds her close, shielding her small back with his powerful trunk.
    “Think we really did it?” She whispers.
    “Sure hope so. No way to know for sure if it takes tonight, but I have a good feeling. Lord willing, we're gonna be doing this every night until I start to see that baby bump.”
    Smirking, she rolls back and kisses him goodnight – or is it good morning?
    This is my anchor. Soon as I'm pregnant, I'm here for good. And nothing is going to take me away from him.
    Not the cops. Not a heartbreak. Not my stupid fears. Not even the past.
    V: Remember When
    Weldon Ranch hasn't seen such peace for years. The old floors creak beneath their weight over the next several weeks, floorboards that have shouldered generations witnessing the creation of a new one.
    Brax dives into his work happily, but the late nights are behind him, except when administration forces him to burn the midnight oil. Even then, he creeps into bed, waking her if he needs to.
    Sadie receives him eagerly, presenting her hands and opening her legs. For coupling with such a handsome man, anytime is a good time, and any amount of weariness a welcome price for his affection.
    “Look at that proud bastard.” Dinkie nudges Charlie Cole, causing the gangly man to drop his wrench near the old pump.
    “Damn it! Look