Page 11 of Roping The Virgin (Cowboys & Virgins 2)

“She’s already a daddy’s girl,” Luciana says to me, and I give her a soft kiss on the lips.

We walk out to the pond and see Fernanda and her kids splashing and playing. Mateo and Luciana’s father feed apples to Peanut Butter and Jelly. I still laugh at the name Luciana gave the wild horses, but they’re always together. Like soul mates.

“We’re all so happy here,” Luciana says on a happy sigh, and I can’t help but smile because she means everyone. The horses, her family, us.

Right after we got married, I talked to Luciana’s father privately and we came to an agreement. He agreed to work on my land if I could move his house on it. He thought it was a ridiculous idea at first, but I couldn’t imagine building a home for my family and then being asked to leave it, so I couldn’t ask him to leave it behind. There wasn’t enough room for Luciana and me to move into it, so this was the best solution for everyone. I didn’t care how much the thing cost to move. I wanted it done.

Fernanda and Mateo ended up taking one of the other houses here on the property with the kids, to give themselves some privacy. But we’re all so close together that it feels like one big commune. And in a way, I guess it is.

We had our daughter, Amalia, two months ago, and I already want another. Seeing Luciana pregnant could only be topped by seeing her hold our daughter. I can’t wait to have a big family with her, watch our love grow.

Mateo comes over and takes Amalia from Luciana and holds her, humming softly. He goes over to the blanket with Fernanda and she gets out a bottle to feed her. Watching our extended family care for our child makes me want to sneak away with Luciana.

She must have the same idea, because I feel a tug on my hand and I look over to see her winking at me. Fernanda silently waves us away, and I know we’ve got a short window of time before my family shows up. We’re having a cookout this afternoon, and all my siblings and their babies are showing up.

Luciana and I half-run to the house and into our bedroom, locking the door behind us. Before I’ve even got the lock flipped tight, she’s naked and on the bed. I do the same, stripping out of my clothes and climbing on with her. It hasn’t been long since I’ve had her, but her body is always my weakness.

Seeing her breasts swollen with milk and her tummy soft from where she carried our baby has my cock pointing straight up and already glistening at the tip. I reach down between us and rub the head of it against her wet opening, moaning as her arousal coats me.

“Please, Blake. Don’t make me wait,” she moans, spreading her legs wider.

I look down to see little drops of milk leaking from her breasts because she’s so turned on. “Fuck,” I growl, leaning down and latching on to her, tasting the sweetness.

I thrust into her, giving her every hard, thick inch of me. She cries out from the pressure and from the pleasure of having me inside her. I still have a hard time fitting inside her tightness, but after a few hard thrusts, she’s melting against me.

I lick one breast clean and then move to the next, suckling her and having my turn with her milk. Seeing her feed our baby makes me so hard because all I can think about is how sweet she tastes, and when I get my turn, I’ll be inside her. Throbbing inside her warm pussy and filling her with my cum. Giving her another baby.

“More,” she moans, and I hear how wet she is for me.

Reaching down between us, I strum her hard nub, feeling her clench around me. I don’t take my mouth from her breast, knowing that when she cums, she’s going to drip a little more. And I want every drop.

My cock is begging for her to go over the edge so he can empty in her. The need to breed her bears down on my back and pushes me deeper inside her. I hold myself against her and grind, not wanting to leave her pussy even for a second.

Finally, I feel her blessed clenches as she cries out my name and cums on my cock. I spurt inside her in long hot waves, splashing into her unprotected womb, praying it takes root.

The feel of her soft body around me as she drips her sweetness onto my tongue strengthens and lengthens my own orgasm. I will never have enough of this woman.

“I love you,” I whisper against the tender curve of her breast.

“I love you,” she repeats, running her fingers through my hair and raising her hips under me. “Once more, mi amor.”

I pull my cock out a few inches and then slowly move back into her. It’s covered in both of us, creamy slick and sliding into her easily. We both moan as I start the process all over again. My need for her is never sated.

I’m thankful every day that I made her mine. That I brought her out here and made her see the beauty of the land, the life I dreamed we could have. All of my wishes have come true because she said yes, and I intend to show her how happy she’s made me for the rest of our lives.

THE END

When Clare Stevens walked onto the McCallister ranch, she expected her life to be a certain way. She was the mail-order bride of the owner, and she was to fulfill her duties. Clean the house, cook for his men, and warm his bed at night. What she didn't expect was the beefy cowboy who walked in and literally swept her off her feet.

Cash McCallister didn't have time to date and find a wife. So a mail-order bride seemed the easiest way to find a partner. He thought he'd made a mistake until he laid eyes on the little piece of sunshine that lit up his life. He never imagined a true love like this. He never knew an obsession could take hold so tightly.

When drama hits the farm and their fast love is threatened, can Clare and Cash hold it together?

Warning: This is literally as cliché as it sounds...and just as awesome. It's country living with high-calorie foods and easy sunsets. Come sit on the porch and stay a while. You'll like what you see.

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This book is for those of us lucky enough to have a night under the stars while sipping Boone’s Farm. Here’s to the backs of trucks, cowboy hats, and tight jeans. Yeehaw!

Chapter 1

Clare

“Miss Clare Stevens?” I turn my head to look at the man who said my name. The sun blocks my view until he takes another step forward, his cowboy boots tapping on the concrete of the train station’s entryway. His movement gives me a clear view of him now, and I’m taken aback by the sight of him.

He looks like he could be my father’s age. Not that I knew my father, but if I had to guess how old he was, he’d be around this old. Instantly, the little bit of the fear I’d been feeling slides away. The man looks nice. The laugh lines around his mouth are evident, even with all the wrinkles. His grey hair is cut short, his skin is deeply browned by the sun, probably from years of working out on the land.

“Yes, that’s me.” I rise from the bench I’d been sitting on for over an hour. I was starting to wonder if my soon-to-be husband was coming or if maybe he’d changed his mind. The worry had grown worse with each ticking minute that had gone by. I didn’t even have enough money to catch a train back out of Lobo, Texas. I would have been stranded in a town in the middle of Nowheresville.

“Sorry about that, ma’am. One of the fences broke this morning and we had hogs all over the place. Had to round the bastards up.” He cringe

s slight at his own curse. “Excuse my language, ma’am.”

I smile, letting him know it doesn’t bother me “Don’t hold back on my account. I grew up on a farm with ten ranch hands. I’ve heard it all.”

“That so?”

I nod. “Yeah, until my mama got sick and we had to move to the city.” I can still hear the pain in my own voice. It’s still fresh. I can’t hide it, even if I wanted to. She left me all alone a little over a month ago, and I don’t have anyone now. The ranch I’d grown up on was gone. It wasn’t our ranch, but it felt like it after all the years we poured into working there. The ranch hands there were the only family I’d ever really known, but the Blackwells upped and sold the ranch last year and there wasn’t the option of going back to work there now.

I’d found myself up the creek with no paddle.

“Sorry about your loss.”

I just shrug my shoulder because I really don’t want to talk about it.

“That all you got?” He nods at the one bag I have sitting next to the bench. That all you got? The words burn.

“Yeah, that’s all I got.”

He studies me for a second, his eyes going soft.

“He’s never going to see you coming.” He laughs, and the lines around his mouth are more prominent now. I know he’s talking about my future husband, Cash McCallister.

“Pretty sure he knows I’m on my way.” I go to grab my bag, but the man beats me to it.

“Name’s Earl,” he says, picking up my bag and giving me a wink. “And no, I’m not sure he knows you’re coming.”