Rope the Moon (Runaway Ranch, #2)(96)

She nods slowly. “I understand.”

“Okay. Make sure you do.” I take the present from her hands and head toward the lodge.

“Davis, wait.” She follows, her lower lip pulled between her front teeth. “You won’t tell anyone, will you?”

I arch a brow. “Anyone mean Wyatt?” At her silence, I say, “He’ll find out. Sooner or later.”

“Will he be angry?” she asks, her eyes unguarded.

“I couldn’t tell you, honey. I don’t know.”

With that, I leave Fallon. She has her own demons to battle. Whether she listens to me or not, I said my peace. And I’ll be there for anything else she needs, whatever happens.

My boots carry me straight for the kitchen.

My truth north.

My girl.

Dakota’s putting the finishing touches on Ruby’s cake. Beautifully piped buttercream sunflowers unfurl over the cake like a blooming garden.

My heart pounds against my chest.

With her hourglass figure and bump riding low on her belly, Dakota’s fucking flawless. That pregnancy glow surrounds her like a halo. She shimmies around the kitchen in a sexy little dress that stops mid-thigh, and all I want to do is slide it up her curves and see what she’s got on underneath.

“What do you think?”

I stride toward her. “Think it’s the carrot cake to crush all carrot cakes.”

Dakota squints at the cake, lips pursed. “You think?”

“Baby, Ruby’s gonna lose her damn mind.” Which is what I’m close to doing.

“Think you can sacrifice one of those muscles to have a slice?” she teases.

I band my arms high around her waist and ease her back possessively against me. Sugar, milk, cream. Her scent goes straight to my cock, and it flexes.

“Think I wish I were that apron wrapped around your hips.”

“Goddamn it, Davis,” she swears as the cake rocks. “If you make this cake fall, I’ll kill you,” she growls, shoving sweaty hair off her brow. Her face flashes fierce, that no-bullshit look she gets when someone’s in her kitchen. Fuck, it turns me on.

I take her arm and haul her back toward the pantry.

“Davis,” she gasps, shoving at my chest, but I see the flames of excitement leaping into her eyes. “Everyone’s out there.”

“We got thirty minutes,” I rough against her throat, pulling her into the pantry. “Ford’s always late. Wyatt’s hanging a pinata, and who’s to say Charlie and Ruby ain’t doing this same damn thing.”

The corners of her red lips turn up. “You’re playin’ reckless, Hotshot.”

“With you, baby, always.”

Our bodies slam together like rockets, hearts screaming, nerves on fire.

Blindly, I press her up against the door, kissing her deep and hard. No need for lights. I know Dakota in the dark. Every inch, every curve of her body. Mine.

I drag the top of her dress down, kneading her breast in my rough grip. “Fuck, Davis,” she moans.

Her breath picks up. Her delicate fingers toy with the waistband of my jeans.

“Let me take care of you,” she breathes.

And then she gets on her knees.

My senses scramble. I grip the corner shelf to hold myself upright and get a goddamn grip on sanity. Too many fantasies are coming true at once. Dakota on her knees in front of me. Dakota for the rest of my life.

It’s then her warm, wet mouth closes around me and my mind goes blank. She sucks my cock into her mouth so deep that I almost come. The gentle drag of her teeth, her hands cupping my balls, have me groaning, agonized.

“Suck me off, Cupcake.” I wrap a fist in her hair and give it a gentle yank. “Take all you can with that pretty pink mouth.”

I can feel her smiling against me. She milks every long stroke, no rushing. She takes her time, gives me everything I don’t deserve and then some.

“Fuck,” I curse. Sweat beads on my brow.

Unable to help it, I buck and thrust my cock deeper into her mouth. Her nails dig into my ass. She holds me against her, sucks me deeper. There’s no holding back. I come so hard my ears ring. She takes all of me, drinking me in.

Dakota pulls back, looking triumphant.

“Your turn,” I rasp.

“We don’t have time,” she whispers, her wild eyes darting to the pantry door.

I look down at her and grip her jaw with my hand.

“I always have time for you. You never accept no. You never deserve no. If you need something taken care of, you tell me. If you need to be taken care of, you tell me. Do you understand me?”

Those black, starless eyes darken and she nods. “Yes, Davis.”

“Your turn,” I repeat. Need has me reaching down and yanking her back into my arms. I grab a handful of that spectacular ass and hold on. “Now bend over.”

She obeys, leaning forward and gripping an empty shelf for balance.

I slide up her dress, exposing a thong with red cherries on it. That combined with the heels she’s wearing feels like I’m in the Garden of goddamn Eden.

This time, I slam on the light, not willing to miss out on the sight of Dakota ready to take all of me. Her puffy pink pussy and tight round ass are positioned at a gorgeous angle that makes it hard to breathe.

I spread her legs open and slide a finger through her wet channel, tugging those panties to the side. She’s wet. Swollen. The pulse of her core around my finger fires every nerve ending in my body.