Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 59154 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 296(@200wpm)___ 237(@250wpm)___ 197(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 59154 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 296(@200wpm)___ 237(@250wpm)___ 197(@300wpm)
Johnny didn’t let me get far today after our wild sexy times last night.
Even though we’d come to Wolf Ranch because he had to work, he said Rob and Wes, the ranch foreman who I hadn’t met yet, had given him a couple days off to spend with me.
I wanted to protest–to shrink back into the wallpaper and not cause any ripples–but I remembered that I was Lyssa here, and Lyssa loved being the center of attention. Making ripples. Having people change their plans for her.
So I drank it up. Drank up Johnny’s attention, which he lavished me with.
Not leaving the bunkhouse all day was fine by me. We ate–who knew Johnny could cook a mean omelet?–and napped and had lots and lots of sex.
I lost count of the number of orgasms he wrung from me.
And the places where we did it besides the bed. The shower. The vanity in the bathroom. The kitchen counter. The couch. The other couch. Oh, and walls. Lots and lots of walls.
By the late afternoon, I was a little sore. Okay, a lot sore, but in the best way possible. When Colton texted Johnny and said everyone was headed to a bar called Cody’s Saloon for dinner and drinks after, we agreed to join them. My vagina needed a break.
We were late because when Johnny saw me in this skirt, he got on his knees, lifted it, and licked me until I came one more time.
I looked around the packed bar. If there was a quintessential western saloon look, this was it. Country music. Wood paneling, a mix of mounted animal heads and neon beer signs, a glossy bar that ran along one entire wall and a mechanical bull. I’d never seen one before except in movies and… wow. A woman was riding it, arm flung over her head, laughing and hollering as she rocked in the saddle.
I couldn’t help but grin.
I smiled and waved at Marina, Colton, Rob, and Willow, who had pushed a number of high-tops together in a corner and were holding court with a crowd of other couples.
“That’s the Wolf Ranch crowd.” Johnny escorted me over, his hand at my lower back. Was it just me, or did it seem like he was…proud to show me off?
He slapped shoulders or bumped fists with all the guys there. “Hey everyone. This is Lyssa, my beautiful m–hot date.”
I tilted my face up to his. “What were you going to say?” I couldn’t think of a descriptor of me started with an M.
He flashed that lopsided grin. “M….magnificent girlfriend. Can I call you that yet?”
Warmth filled my chest. Again, I noticed the urge in myself to draw back and reject the attention, but why should I? After two days, I knew he was boyfriend material. Why would I not believe he could feel the same way? Did I think I wasn’t special enough for someone to fall for me so soon?
Screw that. Lyssa knew she was special. I could embody that energy too, for a change.
“Lyssa, this is Boyd, Rob’s and Colton’s brother, and an international rodeo champ, and his wife Audrey. She’s an OB/GYN.”
I shook hands with each of them. “So nice to meet you.”
“And this is Clint and his wife, Becky. They left Lily, their little one at home. She’s not quite old enough for the mechanical bull.”
I offered them a little nod and finger wave since the table was between us.
“And this is Levi–he’s the local sheriff–but he’s worked on the ranch. His wife, Charlie, is our vet.”
They were closer, so I was able to shake hands with them, repeating their names, “Levi, Charlie. Clint and Becky…”
“There will be a quiz later,” Charlie teased.
Johnny turned to me again. “This is Rand and Natalie. Natalie owns the ranch next door to Wolf Ranch, and Rand owns a construction company.”
Rand, Natalie. I tried to recite the names in my head, so I wouldn’t forget.
“This is my boss, Wes.” Johnny introduced me to a brawny, tattooed, red-headed guy who offered me his hand but didn’t speak. Compared to the others, he seemed like he was a grump.
“I thought Rob was your boss.” God, I swore I was trying to keep them all straight, but I was already getting muddled.
Johnny leaned down and murmured, “He’s the head honcho. And Wes is the foreman. I have a lot of bosses.”
“We’re like an army, with a long chain of command,” Colton said.
Johnny hooked his thumb at Colton. “He was a Green Beret, if you hadn’t guessed it by the haircut.”
I laughed. The Wolf Ranch guys and their cowboy hats were all big and gorgeous.
“Come sit over here with us, so we can girl talk.” Becky patted the empty stool beside her as the men left us behind and went to the bar.
Johnny didn’t follow them, instead pulled the stool out for me like a gentleman. “What can I get you to drink, baby?” His hand rested possessively on my hip. I liked the way he claimed me for all to see.