It filled my heart to overflowing seeing how welcome my foster mother and brothers made Whitley feel. And thanks to my brother Grant, I’d been able to buy out the loan on the ranch Flint had taken over. I was paying it back bit by bit and if all went well over the next rodeo season, I’d own the ranch free and clear.
“Are you happy?” Whitley stopped next to me; her hands wrapped around a huge glass pitcher full of homemade sweet tea.
“I’m deliriously happy. Can’t you tell?” I took the pitcher from her and gave her a quick kiss. “Where were you headed with this?”
“I was going to set it on the table next to the cake. All that frosting Brownie piled on is making me thirsty.” She nodded toward the table where she’d set up the food. “Did you try a piece of cake?”
“Yeah. I don’t have much of a sweet tooth, though.” I set the pitcher down and pulled her into my arms. “Unless we’re talking about you.”
“Chase, don’t say things like that. Someone might hear you.”
“So, what if they do? I don’t mind if people know how much I love you.” She was the reason I’d found my smile again. Everything good in my life was due to Whitley.
She snuggled against me and tilted her head back to meet my gaze. “How much is that?”
“Oh, you want to know in a measurable amount?” My hands clasped together behind her back, resting just above her ass.
“Or you could take me inside and show me,” she suggested.
“Ms. Silverstone, are you trying to seduce me while we have a houseful of guests?” My cock had gone hard the second I touched her. It didn’t take much to turn me on. She seemed to feel the same way. Her body was always ready for me. I’d lost track of all the places around the ranch where we’d stolen a few moments in between chores to give or receive a little bit of pleasure to each other.
She reached back and twined her fingers with mine. “That’s exactly what I’m trying to do. If you’ll follow me, I’ll let you know if it works.”
I’d follow her to the ends of the earth and back again, and she knew it. Thankfully, she only led me as far as the walk-in closet in the bedroom we’d shared for the past eleven months.
“You want to seduce me in the closet?” I closed the door behind us.
Her fingers immediately fumbled with the button at my waist. “I figured this would be the best place to muffle your screams.”
Within seconds, she’d taken me into her mouth. I leaned against the wall, relishing the way she worked over my head with her tongue. She knew exactly what I liked, but had never been shy about trying new things. With my balls cupped in one hand, she gripped the base of my cock with the other. I could let myself go, give into the pleasure rolling through my system and shoot my load down the back of her throat. She’d take it. Then she’d lick me clean with her tongue like she had dozens of times before.
But I had something else in mind. We’d talked about starting a family. Whitley didn’t want to get engaged until her parents came around, and I didn’t want to start a family until I knew the business we were building could support us. With the way things were going, it looked like the stars were aligning for us. I couldn’t wait to fill her belly with our baby. Couldn’t wait to see the look in her eyes as she held our son or daughter in her arms.
So, I put my hands under her arms and lifted her up until she stood in front of me. “Come here, sweetheart. I think it’s time I start working on putting a baby in that belly of yours.”
“You mean it?”
“On one condition.”
“Chase.” She let out an exasperated huff. “You and your conditions. What is it this time?”
“First, I want you to say you’ll be my wife.” I hadn’t planned on proposing with my jeans around my ankles, but the moment felt right. “Will you marry me, Whitley?”
“Yes. Forever and always yes.” She was already hiking her dress up over her hips and pulling her panties down her legs.
I cupped my hands under her ass and spun around to press her back up against the wall. “Say it again, sweetheart. Say you’ll be my wife while I fill you with my seed.”
“Yes, Chase. I can’t wait to marry you.” She eased down onto me, gripping my cock tight as the walls of her pussy clenched around me.
I claimed her again, just like I had the first time we made love. Just like I had every time since. Just like I’d continue to do. Turns out sometimes the gruff and grumpy cowboy could win the heart of a princess. At least I’d found that to be true deep in the heart of Texas.