Total pages in book: 51
Estimated words: 47222 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 236(@200wpm)___ 189(@250wpm)___ 157(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 47222 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 236(@200wpm)___ 189(@250wpm)___ 157(@300wpm)
“Fuck,” I bite out, shaking as my balls pump. “Oh shit.”
“Mmm,” she moans, her pussy spasming around my shaft, milking it for every last drop. “Oh yes.”
Spent, we lay together for a moment, panting in our ecstasy.
“Ranger?” Darcy mumbles from beneath my heavy head.
“Yeah?”
“You’re squishing me,” the curvy girl laughs.
Chuckling, I sit up and pull myself off of her. Lying there on the couch, her sundress rumpled and her bottom half exposed, I’m aroused just from the sight.
“Best put your panties back on before I’m tempted to take you again.”
Darcy raises her eyebrows at my thinly veiled threat.
“Dare ya.”
I laugh fully. “Okay, I confess, between that little session and the farm work, I’m beat and I’m hungry.”
“Good thing I have turkey sandwiches all ready to go!”
I pull on my jeans and follow Darcy into the quaint little kitchen, one of my favorite rooms in her house because of all we’ve talked about in it. Sitting down at the table, we eat in amiable silence, enjoying each other’s company.
“Why Jane Eyre?” I ask, breaking our easy silence. “What made you pick that one?”
She looks away for a moment.
“Well, about two months after Pa died,” Darcy says, “I realized that I needed to do something to keep myself from going stir crazy. So I decided to get my GED.” She shrugs. “Jane Eyre just happened to be on the list of required books. I didn’t know I’d like it so much.”
“Just when I think I have you figured out.” I shake my head slowly, impressed with this mystery of a woman.
“It’s not that impressive, Ranger. It’s taking me forever, being busy and all. But I’ll get it done, I made a promise to myself.”
I nod as an idea begins forming more clearly in my mind.
“Yes Darcy, you will,” I agree.
She smiles and picks up her sandwich.
“You think?”
I nod, my blue eyes intent.
“Yes, absolutely, because I’m going to stay here as long as you need me.” Darcy looks at me mid bite, shocked. “I’m going to help run the farm, so you can focus on you for a spell. Get your GED, read, figure out who you are and what you want to do. Until then, I’ll handle the rest.”
Darcy leaps from her chair and straight into my arms. We share a passionate kiss, and I know that staying is the least I can do for the woman who’s lost everything. For the woman who deserves to have a moment of happiness.
Meanwhile, I try not to think too hard about my own agenda while I hold Darcy tight. After all, blood may run thicker than water, but at the moment, I only care about this beautiful, loving, giving woman.
9
DARCY
I watch Ranger mend the horse fence from my spot on the front porch. It’s a warm day and I’m perched in the wooden glider, rocking along at the pace of the gentle breeze. The afternoon sun is bathing my little spot in light, and I bask in its heat. I’ve been studying mathematics and my eyes started to hurt until they found Ranger’s fine form hard at work. He’s gorgeous, as always, his muscles bulging beneath one of Pa’s old shirts. His broad back is currently turned away from me, and I let out a happy sigh.
We’ve settled into a happy domesticity over the past three months. Ranger has taken over most of the actual farm work and the land has truly never been better. Pa would be so happy if he could see how amazing things are going.
I smile softly, a hint of sadness creeping into my otherwise happy mood. Pa would be awful proud of me, too.
Since Ranger has taken over the hardest parts of running the farm, I finally have time to study and work toward my GED. I still manage the house and cook most meals, but now, I can also do schoolwork and focus on my upcoming tests. Who would have thought?
I spend mornings studying math and science, and afternoons are busy with practice tests and grammar lessons. Most evenings, after dinner, Ranger and I curl up together on the couch and I read out loud to him – poems and short stories and snippets of whatever novel I’m currently devouring.
I blush. Well, most evenings. Usually right after dinner, Ranger takes a warm shower and I join him. It rarely is about getting clean, though. We have hot, passionate sex in the tub, against a chair, on the bed, or even on the floor. Once he even took me right on the front porch, baring my breasts for Miss Bethy and all the world to see.
I glance at the spot where that happened and feel giddy. My life could not be any more wonderful. The house has been fixed up – broken windows, leaky faucets, and drooping roofs – to the point where it feels like my home again. The animals are all doing great, and even the old mare has a spring in her step. The crop is coming in stronger than ever, being tended to and loved by my cowboy.