Rope the Moon (Runaway Ranch, #2)(52)

I lean in over her, my body molding to hers. Mouth to her ear, I growl, “Turn around and put your hand on the wall.”

“Yes,” she gasps, and flattens her good hand over the tile for balance.

I loop an arm high around her belly. Hold tight. “I got you. You won’t slip.”

Her dark head falls back. Her lips in a pretty pout as she looks at me. “Don’t treat me like I’m fragile because of what’s happened. Fuck me hard, Davis. I need it hard.”

I flatten my body against hers. Cage her against the shower wall so she has no escape.

“You want it. You got it,” I rasp. “Hang the fuck on.”

No more waiting.

Water beats down on us as I grip her hips, positioning her ass against my cock. And then I thrust into her. She’s goddamn dripping, and I slide right in to her sweet, hot warmth.

Dakota mewls, her fingers curling against the tile.

“Ain’t gonna last long,” I growl into her ear. “Been waiting for you for the last six years, Cupcake.”

Her eyes flash open. A small smile lifts her lips. Feline, Ravenous. Beautiful. “Did you think about me, Hotshot?” A whisper of a question. A beacon of hope. An echo of the past.

“Cupcake, every goddamn hour I think about you.”

The words hollow me out. If she had no inkling of how I felt, she does now.

Her lips part. “Oh.”

Dakota shivers as I fit a palm to her stomach. The smallness of her belly, the curve of it, has an unfamiliar warmth spreading through me.

She pulses around me, hips working in small circles. The rhythmic motion squeezes my cock like a fucking boa constrictor.

Heart pounding, I slam into her. Dakota whimpers and leans her head back against my chest, eyes shut, her mouth open in a pouty O. She lets me hold her, lets me claim her body as mine. Steam covers us in a dewy cloud. I grit my teeth as I work us both into a familiar rhythm. One I never forgot. Hard. Primal. Savage.

I lower my mouth and bite the curve of her neck. Again and again, I slam into her. Some part of me hates being rough with her, but her body and her words tell me she needs it. Wants it. She cries out with each wild thrust, her breasts bouncing, her skin pink from the water.

“Faster,” she sobs. Her pussy clenches around me like a vise and I groan. “Oh god, faster, Davis.”

“Moan my name, baby.” I sweep a thumb over her dark nipple. Pinch. “Take that pretty mouth and put it to good work.”

She does. Her squeals echo throughout the bathroom, overtaking the hiss of the water.

“Come for me, Cupcake.” My voice is so ragged I don’t recognize it. “Don’t ever hold back for me, you hear me?”

“No, no, I won’t.”

She shakes her head furiously. And it’s like an unlocking. Dakota goes wild. Her ass slapping off my hips, she fucks me with all she has in her. Friendship. Love. Anger. Grief.

“Davis. Davis.”

The husky sound of my name on her lips shatters me.

“Now, Cupcake, now. Come with me,” I order. Savagely, I thrust, burying myself so deep inside of her my mind empties completely.

Our bodies explode, rocking each other. Dakota jerks against me, gasping, crying out. My orgasm tears through me like a lightning strike. I come so goddamn hard I see stars.

Six years. Six fucking years without this woman.

I’ll never get over this night.

I’ll never be good enough to deserve it.

Dakota moans, legs buckling as I slip out of her. I catch her high around the waist to pull her limp, trembling body into my arms.

This unforgettable woman. Our flame never burned low. Not now. Not ever.

“Davis,” she breathes, twisting into me to wind her arms around my neck.

“You okay, Koty?”

She lifts her dark head, her breathing uneven. My heartbeat steadies when I see her gorgeous face, her content smile. “Better than shortcake,” she says, sweeping a hand over my shoulder.

I chuckle. “Glad to hear it.” I scan her eyes, her face. She looks happy. It’s all I wanted.

After shutting off the water, I grab a towel and wrap it around her shoulders. “C’mon, let’s get you out of here.”

“Where are we going?” she asks as I scoop her up in my arms and lift her out of the shower.

The words are out of my mouth before I can stop them. “To bed.”

Light illuminates her eyes, and the corner of her mouth tips up. She doesn’t respond, only presses a sweet kiss to my jaw before laying her head on my chest. My heart squeezes tight, a primal protectiveness washing over me.

I take a deep breath as we step out of the bathroom.

She needed this. I gave it to her.

And tomorrow it’ll all go back to the way it should be.

Before us.





I wake in the dark, sore between the legs, and sigh.

Worn out and worked over. That’s what Davis Montgomery does to me.

The air smells like us. Sex and heat and sweat. I roll my head across the pillow to look at the powerful force of nature sleeping beside me in the rumpled sheets. Davis is on his back, one arm crossed over his muscular chest. And the other arm…

His hand lays pressed up against my rounded belly. So large it nearly covers half of it. As if it’s his.

My core curls in a mixture of longing and desire. I never thought I’d be in Davis’s bed again.