“Anything you want, darlin’,” he said as he moved over her and settled between her legs. “Shit. Condom. Give me a second.”
Rory sighed as he reached over the side of the bed, picked up his jeans, removed his wallet, and took a condom out. She took it from him, rolled it down over his hard cock then guided him inside.
“God, you feel so fucking good,” he whispered in her ear.
“Watch your language.”
When he chuckled alongside her ear, she laughed.
“Can’t help it where you’re concerned. Darlin’, let’s do this.”
Rory moved her hips in rhythm with his. He was going too slow.
“Wilder?”
“Yeah?”
“Faster, damn it.”
He grinned against her lips. “Yes, ma’am.”
As he took her harder and faster, Rory knew she was so in love with him it scared the bejeezus out of her, but she also knew she’d be with him anytime he wanted her. He picked up his pace, slammed into her, and she knew she was going over. Then she cried out his name as she came. It wasn’t long before he followed her over and groaned her name against her neck.
****
Later, after sharing a shower, Wilder sat on the edge of the bed, picked up his jeans, and pulled them on.
Rory’s arms wrapped around him from behind, and she kissed his back as he tugged on his boots. He froze when he heard a noise from outside.
“What was that?” Rory whispered as she moved back from him.
“I don’t know.” Then he heard it again. “It sounds like someone is walking around the house.”
Rory gasped. “What should we do?”
“We? No, stop with thisweshit. It’s me, notwe. I’ll be right back. You stay here and don’t open the door for anyone but me.”
He got to his feet, picked up his weapon from the nightstand, and turned to head for the kitchen when Rory put her hand on his arm, making him look at her.
“Please be careful,” she whispered.
“I will, darlin’. Stay here, and lock the door until I get back.” He waited until she nodded.
Wilder made his way to the back door, unlocked it, opened it quietly, and stepped onto the porch. The heat from the day was dissipating, but it was still hot. Crickets were chirping, along with the singing of bullfrogs, but other than that, it seemed deadly still.
Slowly making his way across the porch, he held his weapon out as he quietly walked down the steps and tried to peer into the darkness. It was then it hit him that the yard lights were out. He looked toward the bunkhouse, but no lights were on, so he glanced at the barn to see it dark as well. The parlors’ lights were on though since Joel and Abe were working.
“Shit,” he murmured as he crept across the yard. This was the one part of his job that truly scared him. He could be a sitting duck. It might be pitch black, but night vision was available to anyone nowadays.
He wanted to make sure the cows were all right and no one was trying to steal them. Rory had lost too many cows already. She couldn’t afford to lose more. It tore her to shreds every time someone took her cows, but Wilder had never seen her as upset as she’d been when they took Boo-boo. She loved that cow.
When he got to the barn door, he pulled it open and winced when it screeched, making him stop to see if anyone inside might have heard it. Since no one came to the door, he stepped into the dark building. The skylights let the moon’s glow shine in, but it wasn’t enough for him to make out anything.
Wilder put his back against the wall and looked down the barn’s aisle but all he saw was darkness. He stepped out into the aisle and held out his gun in front of him, and then he snuck down through the barn.
A few of the cows mooed as he passed by them, but he heard no other sounds. He took a deep breath and headed back to the doors. He walked out of the barn, and looked to the parlors. He knew he couldn’t just show up in there with a gun and no shirt without an explanation and he seriously doubted that Joel or Abe would be sneaking around the house. He strode across the yard, and entered the house.
As he crept down the hallway, he held his weapon out in front of him. He had to be sure no one had gotten in when he’d been in the barn.