Roped Tight (Ryker Ranch #4) - Kim Loraine Page 0,15

off the walls.

“Fuck,” I barked as my knees nearly gave out from the pleasure of feeling him jerk against me, his come splashing between us. My orgasm barreled into me like a freight train, sending my vision blurring as the pleasure overtook me.

We stood there together, holding onto each other, heads still pressed together. He chuckled, the sound lighter than it had ever been before.

"You wanted to see my face. I don't think you did."

I cocked one eyebrow. "I'll have plenty more chances, I promise."

Sam

Thunder boomed overhead as I stood in the bathroom, a candle providing my only light. I stared at myself in the mirror, a stupid grin on my face as I replayed what had just happened between Tucker and me. Nothing had ever felt as good as his hands on me. Not even my own.

I’d never be able to forget the sound of his heated moans. Maybe he’d be up for more. I should have been fully sated. For fuck’s sake, I came so hard I saw stars, but my dick perked up the minute I heard him call my name. God, I wanted him more than I'd ever wanted anything. And from the looks of things down below, I could have him.

The thunder rolled again, this time so close it shook the house. We must’ve been too distracted by each other to hear the storm getting closer. I came out of the bathroom to find him lazily draped across the couch. He was naked, the blanket covering his hips, and when he saw me, he grinned. The man was proud of himself. And why shouldn't he be? He just changed my entire world.

"You doing okay?" he asked, sitting up and staring at me intently.

I let out a hearty and honest laugh. "Yeah. In fact, I think for the first time ever, I feel amazing. I didn’t know it could be like that."

A gentle chuckle rumbled in his chest. "That’s what real attraction does. It can’t be forced, and you shouldn’t have to try to want someone. When you really want someone and finally get to have them…well, fireworks are a cliche for a reason.”

"Are you… um, out?" I asked, taking a seat near the fire.

He offered me a noncommittal shrug. "I don't hide. But I'm a very private guy. Living in a bunkhouse wasn’t always … easy. Some guys didn’t like it.”

My chest tightened, and my blood ran cold. "They give you a hard time?" If the ranch hands were making him feel uncomfortable, we’d be fixing that.

An easy smile spread his lips. “Nah. Not here. At workplaces in the past. That's why I'm not there anymore. I can’t change who I am. I shouldn’t be made to feel like I need to either.”

That twisted something up inside me, knowing he been dealing with stuff like that. "Does my dad know?”

“Yes.” Such a simple response. Yes.

Knowing my dad was welcoming, accepting, and made Tucker feel like every other guy on the ranch made my heart lighter. He could be who he was without fear. It meant I could too. I should.

Tucker looked at me, his eyes soft and filled with affection. “You’re really lucky to have the family you have. They’ll be there for you. Even when you don't want them to.” He ran a hand over his jaw and sighed. “I can't tell you when to come out, but I can say that now that you’re figuring it all out, when you're ready, you got the best team behind you. I wish I’d had that. So damn much."

I thought about my fear of talking to my family, telling them their traditional idea of me finding a nice girl to settle down with and having a passel of kids was different from mine. That wasn’t the life I wanted, at least not the finding a girl to love part. Sure, I wanted a stable home eventually, but kids and a wife and matching Christmas pajamas wasn’t part of that equation. I didn’t know if they’d understand that my future wasn’t carved from the same hopes as theirs. But now, after what Tucker said, that fear uncurled and dissipated. Because he was right.

Once our clothes were dry, we unfortunately had to dress. Tucker started a fire in the stove and made dinner while I spent time chopping more wood and bringing it in for us.

"First order of business for this place after your parents come visit for the first time,” Tucker said, taking a drink of the