Authors: Regina Fox
He masterfully penetrated her wet, aching heat, touching his tongue to the delicate inner lip. With the moisture he created, he traced the tight ringed alternate entrance to her body. Penny had not experienced much play there. She moaned with delight at his exploration and her discovery.
“Do you trust me?” he murmured against her hair.
His powerful, large body covered hers. Embracing. Sheltering.
“Yes,” she replied, knowing what he was really asking.
He penetrated her slightly with the tips of his fingers, working both entrances manually, as he took her mouth with his. The sensory overload for her was absolutely exquisite. The pressure building in the aching hollow between her legs was agitated by his toying.
He turned her around so they were face to face, hitching her knee way up to his hips. Still fingering her wetness, he touched himself, lubricating himself, and while maintaining this position, entered her in a new place.
Slowly. Definitely. The sensitivity and effectiveness of this kind of sex had an immediate, powerful result. Danny gave Penny perhaps the most powerful orgasm of her life.
Every spasm rebounded to create waves of unnamable rapture throughout her. He did not last long this way either. It was an extremely passionate experience for the both of them.
Afterwards, they bathed and lazed around in his giant tub. He had a deep old fashioned claw-footed tub that was perfect for him because he was such a wonderfully large man. And even better for the two of them together because they were inseparable.
“Do you think there’s going to be any fallout from all the stuff that went on these past few days?” she asked him as she lightly stroked his forearms.
“Against us?” he asked.
“Yeah,” she answered.
“No,” he replied decisively. “Brill Wayland has criminal charges of breaking and entering, and attempted rape. And I have a feeling that that’s just the tip of the iceberg. But besides that, we did nothing wrong, Trenton is a great lawyer.”
Which brought her to the subject of what he did. “So,” she said. “Trenton is a lawyer. What are you?”
He laughed softly. “What am I? I am a rancher. Remember when we pulled off into the field the other day after the Riggers were pulling their nonsense?”
“Yes, but I didn’t see the ranch,” she replied.
“Well, the whole thing was the ranch. The road that we turned off onto traverses my land. Or my family land. Those men were my cousins and yeah,” he said.
“How come you don’t live on it?” she asked.
“Well, because I live here. They live on the property. At the time we acquired that land, it was easier to live here. The commute was nothing, but my grandmother thought it was better for us to live in the city, so to speak.”
“You had a good grandma,” she said.
He chuckled. “Nothing wrong with raising a family on a ranch.”
“I agree. I think there’s no better place to raise kids.”
“Well, that’s good. After all, you were raised in Fuckersville. That doesn’t sound like it was the big city.”
“Ruckersville,” she playfully corrected. “And I get that. There was something about living in a developed area versus the farm there as well.”
“Exactly. They thought they were giving us a better opportunity.”
“You’re such a good man,” she said.
“Well, that brings me to my next thing. We’ve discussed no bike. No pressure, but I don’t know how else to put it but to come right out and say, I don’t want you to get a place here in Parshall. I am just being honest.”
Penny was stunned. She blinked.
“Well,” she gasped, searching for the words. Could he be so good-natured as to kindly tell her ‘too much too soon’?
“Well, nothing baby doll,” he said.
It was nothing for him to rise out of the tub, taking her with him. He plunked her on a sheepskin on the floor he used as a bathmat and dried her.
“Hear me out. You’re not going to find a place. The boom is over but crime is up, thanks to guys like your almost-boss. I just don’t think it’s a good idea.”
“Okay, whatever,” she said. She was numb, though she was well aware there were destroyed feelings somewhere. “I’ll just go home.”
He looked her square in the eye. “You are home. I know we have only known each other for such a little while. I’ve never met anyone like you. I never felt the things you make me feel. You grew up in a silly named rural place out east. I grew up in a similar place here. I think we’re a match.”
“You want me to move in with you?” she asked.
“Yes, because once we’re married, if you’ll have me, that will seem to make the most sense.”
Penny threw her arms around him and kissed him hard.
“Is that a yes?” he asked.
“Yes,” she said.
“There’s no waiting in North Dakota for marriage licenses. We could get married this afternoon, though my grandmother would kill me. I was thinking we could all ride over to the big ranch and tie the knot there.”
“All?” she asked.
“Yes. All the Ghosts of the Prairie. I’m probably the only groom ever who is making an entire motorcycle club my best men.”
The End.
Book 2 (Tenton’s story) is next!
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