Bossing the Cowboy (Circle B Ranch #4) - Kennedy Fox Page 0,72
out, the street lamps give just enough light to see ahead of us.
“Pretty crazy turn of events, huh?”
I nod with a sigh. “Yeah, I’m conflicted about it. On the one hand, I’m happy to have my daughter full-time to give her a loving household and have her grow up where I did. On the other, I’m pissed that she was basically abandoned, and Olivia’s gonna pay the price for Vivian’s selfish behavior.”
“You can’t change someone who doesn’t want to. This isn’t your fault. Just remember that.”
I stop walking and face her. “There’s something I’ve been wanting to tell you.”
Elle licks her lips as if she’s anticipating bad news. “Okay?”
Blinking hard, I try to get my heart rate under control. I don’t want this day to be about my ex-wife and am determined to change that.
“I’ve avoided saying it because I didn’t want to scare you, but I think you should know…” I cup her face and gaze into her eyes. “I’m madly in love with you. You’re it for me. I never want to be without you, and I hope that’s okay with you.”
Elle smiles wide as if my words were exactly what she hoped to hear. “I love you, Connor. So much. Olivia too. I never want to be away from you.”
Our mouths crash together as our tongues dance in a passionate rhythm. Soft lips caress mine as I slide my hand down her body and squeeze her ass.
“Say it again,” she whispers.
Grinning, I lean my forehead against hers. “I love you.”
“Wow…if past me would’ve known you’d eventually say those words to me, I might’ve given you a break on your snappy attitude every once in a while.”
I chuckle, stealing another kiss. “I want to wake up every morning with you in my bed,” I admit as we break apart.
“You practically do,” she reminds me because it’s true. She sleeps over most nights. “Wait, are you asking me to move in?” She arches a brow.
“I am. Think you’re ready for that?”
She wraps her hands around me. “As long as you remember who’s the boss in the bedroom.”
“Ah, yes. Bossy Elle comin’ out to play.” I tilt up her chin, keeping my lips mere inches from hers. “The only time you’re allowed to be.”
She enjoys pressing my buttons at work, and I get a kick out of pushing hers outside of work.
Elle rolls her eyes but grins. “Alright, deal.”
“So we’re doing this, Dr. Bishop?” I taunt, lifting a brow. “You, me, and Olivia?”
Her eyes light up as she softly kisses me. “We sure are, Dr. Wallen.”
“Good, let’s go pack up your stuff now.” I lift her and carry her over my shoulder.
“Connor!” She laughs, then smacks my ass. “Put me down.”
“Never. You’re mine,” I tease in a deep voice, walking a few steps, then set her down.
Elle closes the space between us and holds me tight. “I love being yours.”
I lean down and kiss her until we’re breathless. “Forever.”
Chapter Twenty-Three
FOUR MONTHS LATER
“Good mornin’, beautiful,” Connor whispers in my ear as he slides his hand over my bare stomach.
I smile, wiggling my ass into his erection. “Behave yourself, Cowboy.”
“I can’t around you,” he murmurs, moving his fingers into my panties. “Now be a good girl and spread your legs for me.”
“Mm…Dr. Wallen. You’re so demanding.” Arching my back, I part my thighs. He rubs my wetness up my slit, then circles my clit.
“I can feel how much you like it too,” he muses. “I want you tied to the bed so I can devour every inch of you…” He sucks on my neck, causing me to shiver. “And when you’re close to coming, I’ll pull out and tease your sensitive cunt with my tongue.”
“Oh my God.”
Before Connor can do just that, Olivia bursts through the bedroom door, and we immediately cover ourselves.
“It’s my birthday!” she shouts, leaping onto the bed.
“Happy Birthday, sweetheart.” Connor hugs her as she makes her way between us.
“Happy Birthday, Livvi Bug.” I pull her into me and kiss her head. “Who said you could turn seven already?”
“Me!” she squeals. “Is it time for my party yet?”
“Olivia, we haven’t even had breakfast,” Connor says.
“It’s this afternoon,” I remind her.
“I can’t wait!” She smiles wide, and I’m just as excited as she is.
“Me too! Why don’t you get dressed, and we’ll meet you in the kitchen?” I offer, needing just five more minutes alone with Connor.
“Okay! I want pancakes, bacon, sausage, eggs—the runny kind so I can dip my toast—and orange juice!” She hops down and skips toward the