Savage (Wolf Ranch #4) - Renee Rose Page 0,37
Ranch. Visions of Clint lifting our daughter onto Starshine’s back filled my mind. She’d be a cowgirl. He’d see to it. A rush of longing for just that filled me, but they were only foolish thoughts.
I barely knew Clint. And while yes, he seemed like a stand-up guy and our attraction was off the charts, that didn’t mean we had a happily ever after in our future. I couldn’t let myself believe that, not even with a baby between us. I’d tried to talk myself into that scenario with Todd for years. I’d pretended he would change or could become the perfect father to a family. I’d tried to force my fate to happen for me, and it hadn’t gotten me anywhere except in a pile of dog poop.
So, no. I wasn’t going to sign on with the next guy who came along, even if he was a mountain of handsome goodness who also happened to father my unborn child. I just didn’t believe in that happily ever after thing anymore. Not for me.
Maybe for others, like Audrey had with Boyd. They were having a baby, too. Sure, she’d gotten pregnant before getting married, but they’d known each other, fallen in love.
I wasn’t doing that with Clint… was I?
“I don’t know yet,” he commented, breaking me from my thoughts. “I might keep him for breeding. Depends on how big he ends up growing. But his sire was almost seventeen hands, so he could be a big one.” Clint pinned me with a look. “Why? You want him?”
My lips parted in surprise. Was it really that easy? My face grew warm. “Offering a Montana girl a pony? Yes. God, yes, but that’s stupid. I don’t know anything about horses. I’m sure it’s my hormones, but I feel like I’m in love with this little guy already.”
I rubbed his little nose some more.
Clint shook his head. “No, that happens. Horses seem to pick their person just like wolves pick their life mate.”
Something about his words made goosebumps race across my arms and a wing flap in my belly. “What do you know about wolves?” I asked carefully.
Clint’s gaze locked onto mine. “Quite a bit, actually.” He stood and swept me into his arms, as was becoming his habit.
“Clint!” I cried as he carried me to a stack of hay bales and set me down, caging my waist with his large hands. Oh my.
“Wolves are the most loyal species in the animal kingdom. Did you know that?” He pushed me to my back and crawled over me, his lips finding my neck beneath the collar of my coat.
“What are you doing?” I breathed although I had a pretty good idea.
He licked a line up my neck. “It’s been hours since I’ve had my hands on you.”
“We’re in the stables. Anyone can walk in.” I stared up at the wooden rafters as he kept kissing me, clearly not concerned.
“I’ll hear them.” He cupped my sex, grinding his palm down over my clit. “The grey wolf, in particular, is eternally loyal to his mate, but the entire pack forms life bonds with each other. Only the alpha male and female will reproduce.”
I moaned at the pleasure he was able to pull from me so quickly. In the Wolf stables. God, I would melt for him anywhere. Cody’s storage room. Here. I was a slut for his attention. I was close to coming, and we were wearing all our clothes. What could he do if he got me naked? Or half naked? Or… just sliding my panties to the side. Oh yeah, pregnant. I moaned when he kissed a spot behind my ear and rubbed my clit just right. Damn hormones.
“Y-you must consider yourself an expert on breeding,” I teased, writhing beneath him.
He bit my nipple through my bra and sweater. When he lifted his head, his grin was downright wicked. “Oh, sugar. You have no idea.”
I gulped. “Maybe I do since, you know, I’m knocked up.”
He unbuttoned my jeans—which I wasn’t going to be able to wear much longer—and dragged the zipper down as he gave me a wink. “Did you know male wolves lick a female’s genitals to test her readiness?” He brought his face between my legs and bit through the fabric. I sensed the heat of his mouth, even through my jeans. When he moved to tug them and my panties down, I lifted my butt to help. As if I was going to stop him. “Same as us, only they’re tasting