was on the brink and the wave was nearly crashing on me. I reached down with one finger and rubbed my clit and suddenly everything exploded around me. His cock pounded into me with a fury as he brought himself to the edge. My climax washed over me, making my blood feel hot and my voice sing with ecstasy.
A grumble rose in Sawyer’s chest as well. He was slamming into me, his cock plunging deep inside over and over, stretching my walls as they pulsed around him. With a roar, he came, exploding as deeply in my pussy as he could bring himself. His powerful hands held my hips there, not letting me move, though I made no attempt nor wanted too. His body pulsed as he emptied wave after wave into me and my body instinctively milked him. When we collapsed onto the bed beside each other, spent and empty, we had no need to get up and pretend. This time, we could just curl into each other’s arms.
And sleep.
Chapter 37
Sawyer
I woke up curled up with Jane in my arms, kissing my chest gently. I looked down at her and she smiled. There was something perfect about that moment, lying there with her in the warmth of our blankets, naked as a jaybird and giggling with each other. Nothing outside those blankets had to exist. Nothing bad could happen while we were in them. Time, essentially, stood still.
Jane sighed heavily and rested her head in the crook of my arm. The look on her face was a mixture of pure contentment, happiness, and something else I couldn’t quite place. I worried she was unhappy, and I cocked my eyebrow. She just shook her head, which made me worry more.
“What?” I asked.
“It’s nothing,” she said. I knew enough about women to know that wasn’t true.
“What is it?” I asked again.
“I just love it here. Not just right here in the bed, which I totally do love by the way,” she said. “But Montana. I love it here. And I badly want to stay.”
I grinned and she smiled back.
“Really?” I asked.
“Really,” she said. “The thought of going back to California makes me squirm.” She laughed at herself and I joined her.
“Is it that funny that you’d like it out on the ranch?” I asked.
“For me? Yes. It’s just so wild for this to happen to me of all people. I never imagined I’d fall in love with a cowboy, much less with the simple, hardworking life of one.”
I could have taken offense to the way she saw our lives as simplistic, but I had to approach it from her point of view. Her life in California was full of running from place to place, seeing new people all the time, living a fast-paced lifestyle. Here, admittedly, everything was much slower. There was hard work to do all the time, but it wasn’t the fast, easy life she had back home.
We shared some kisses, pulling the blankets back over our heads to cuddle and enjoy a few more moments alone together. Then, as if on cue, my stomach growled and she laughed. It growled again, almost in response.
“I suppose it’s time to get some breakfast,” she said.
“Well,” I said, reaching over to check my phone and see the time, “I always get up at the same time every day if I can help it, and this is when I’m usually already up and eating breakfast. If I’m not mistaken, the rest of the brothers are down there already chowing away. If we don’t get down there soon, there won’t be anything left to eat.”
“Well then,” she said. “I guess I have to put clothes on.”
“Or you could stay here naked and I’ll bring some food up,” I said with a devilish grin.
“I think your brothers would think it was quite rude, don’t you?” she asked.
I hemmed and hawed about it for a moment but finally agreed. With mock frustration, I kicked the covers off and slid my feet out. When my feet touched the cold wood floor, I instantly regretted getting out of bed at all, but it was already too late. It was time to get some food in my belly. I seemed to have worked up an appetite the night before.
“Oh, I left all my clothes in my room,” Jane said as she sat up, her perfect breasts highlighted by the stream of light coming from the curtains.
“I can go get them for you,” I said. “Or you can wear