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  She looks cockily at me and says, “I’m here. Let’s go.”

  No, you can’t come.

  I snap at her, “No, I’m going. You’re staying. This weather is dangerous. I don’t have time to argue about this.”

  She snaps back. “You aren’t going by yourself. I’m here. I’m ready. Don’t argue. Just shut the hell up and get in the damn truck. Time’s a wastin, cowboy.” She shoots me one last look and turns on her booted heel, heading for the door. “You need to go, so let’s go.”

  The door opens and she walks out before I can say anything.

  Looking over, I see both Rowdy and Natalee looking at me and trying to hide smirks.

  Rowdy shakes his head, “Looks like you just lost that fight, brother.” He looks outside as a crack of thunder shakes the house, “But, you damn sure better go. And for the love of God, y’all be careful. I need you both back here in one piece.”

  Swiping my hand over my forehead, under the brim of my hat, I stomp outside, after the damn stubborn woman, who has uprooted my life.

  She’s waiting in the truck as I approach. Kicking the side of the door in frustration because she is too damn stubborn, I yank it open and slide in, slamming the door behind me as another boom of thunder shakes the ground.

  Chapter Twelve

  Eliza

  Thunder is reverberating through the ground as lightening crackles across the sky and Falcon’s truck jumps and slides over the ground. His lips are tight as he drives with his fists clenching the wheel. We both scan the landscape for any sign of the escapees.

  I glance at him again and sigh as he still says nothing to me. “So, you’re just going to sit there and stew because I didn’t listen to you?”

  He glances at me and then focuses back on the terrain. The truck bounces on the uneven ground again and he scans the black skies before answering me. He snaps, “Yes! I told you this was dangerous, Eliza. This is not a joke. Storms like this are crazy. They pop up and can drop massive amounts of rain faster than you can imagine. I’m used to this shit and it’s still dangerous, but now I have to worry about me and you not to mention my stupid ass cows.”

  He’s worried about you… He wanted to leave you behind to protect you…

  So, maybe his feelings are more than you imagined they could be and everything you hoped they were.

  Don’t get ahead of yourself, Eliza. Me being out here with him makes me a liability.

  If something happens to me, as the owner of the ranch, he’s responsible.

  I’m sure that’s what he’s worried about.

  I suck my lip and then say, “I’m from Louisiana, Falcon, remember. I may not have been raised on a ranch, but I know a little something about summer storms, you know. I don’t need you to constantly point out to me that I’m not from Texas.”

  He constantly reminds me that I’m not from here. That I’m not in this life.

  I’m a dalliance that he’s interested in because I’m here for the time being. But, he’s made it pretty damn clear that once I’m gone, he’ll just forget all about me.

  Well, fine.

  Lightning flashes again and the bolt cracks the land to the side of the truck. Falcon jerks the wheel and the truck teeter totters for a second before the tires catch traction on the ground. I jerk against the seat and make certain my seat belt is tight though his hand snapped out from instinct to press me into the seat back. His teeth are clenched as he quickly looks me over, “You ok?”

  I nod and watch as he white-knuckles the steering wheel. Smoke is rising from the singed ground beside us and he mutters, “It’s too late.” He looks at the rolling black clouds and nods at the windshield. I look and see the sheet of rain we’re heading right into. He growls. “Hold on. We have to find shelter.” He cuts the wheel sharply and takes a left. We’re racing in front of the angry weather and I can see out of his window that the wind is picking up and flinging things like projectiles as we drive parallel to it.

  This is insane. That looks like a tornado.

  Are we about to get sucked into a tornado?

  I don’t want to die with Falcon mad at me.

  Taking a deep breath, I warily watch the weather as Falcon tries like a madman to escape from it. I stare at his profile. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry you’re mad that I didn’t listen and I’m sorry that you’re worried about me being out here with you. But, you’d be out here… in this either way, Falcon.

  “You’d be in this weather and I’d be back at the house freaking out about you being in this weather. I’d be the one worried sick and you know what, I lied, I’m not sorry.”

  He growls, “What?!”

  If I’m about to die, then I’m going to die without this secret!

  I snap, “I said I’m not sorry. I’m not going to say I am when I’m not. You’re right, I’m not from here. I don’t live and work on this ranch. I don’t know shit about coyotes being big ass wild dogs or the difference between a rat snake and a snake that would kill me with its bite. I don’t know how to fix a fence or tie a rope or cook enough cornbread for over two-hundred men, or, I didn’t.

  “I didn’t know, but I do now. So, I’m not so different from you!”

  His eyes widen and he looks at me. I can see something on his face that looks like shock before he says gruffly. “Darlin’, I’m going to need you to hold your tongue. We’re about two minutes from shelter and we’re going to have to make a mad dash for it once I stop this truck. I don’t want to interrupt you and I really want you to finish what it is that you’re trying to say, because, I have a feelin’ that it’s damn sure something I want to hear, but right this second, I need you to shut up.”

  He just told me to shut up!

  Glaring at him again, I snap my mouth shut before staring out the window for this shelter that he’s supposedly found. Because, heaven, or hell, whichever is currently swirling around outside, has just swallowed us whole.

  The wind whips and the truck leaves the ground as the roar of the pissed off weather envelopes us. Rain slams against the windshield and the sound of something hard hitting glass and metal ricochets within the truck as hail angrily beats us.

  It’s pitch black outside. It looks more like midnight than early morning and my heart is hammering away in my chest.

  Falcon utters, “Yes…” He guns the engine and I squint through the dark, rain, and hail to see what he’s looking at. My eyes make out a small structure and I turn to him in surprise. He cuts the engine and says, “Ok, darlin’. Count of three, you need to haul ass for that door. Hold your hat to your head because the wind is going to try to take it and the leather will protect your noggin’. Don’t stop running and once you reach the door, turn the handle and just push it open. It shouldn’t be locked, but it might stick a bit.”

  Huh? What is this place?

  Before I can ask, the truck rocks again and Falcon counts, “Get ready, Eliza. One… Two… Three…”

  We both fling open the doors and race for the shelter.

  Falcon

  It’s only about twenty feet to the cabin, but in the weather, with the wind pushing against us, and the hail and rain beating down on us, it feels like a hundred. I keep Eliza in my sight as we run and she makes it to the door a split second before me. She grabs the knob and I’m at her back, pushing us both through the door as the wind tries to suck us back outside.

  Shoving it behind us, I hear it latch and reach for the Coleman lantern on the wall, turning the dial to provide us with some light. Exhaling, I look to her, allowing my gaze to travel over her soaked figure, illuminated in the lantern light.

  Her hat is a dark brown from the rain, her hair is stuck to her face and neck, her shirt is clinging to her, her jeans are plastered to her legs, and her boots are also dark from the water. We’re leaving puddles beneath us on the floor. “Are you ok? You’re not hurt, are you?”

  She shakes her head and takes her hat off to wring out her hair. “No, I’m good. Just soaked.” Her eyes slide over me and
I’m certain that I look exactly the same. She asks, “Are you ok?”

  I nod and take off my hat before reaching down to remove my boots. “You should go ahead and get out of those wet clothes.” I jerk my chin toward the corner, where a small cupboard is located. “There are blankets and stuff in there. You can wrap up in one.”

  She nods as she starts to undress. Everything is sticking to us. She’s working her jeans down her legs as she asks, “What is this place?”

  I continue to remove all of my clothing as I answer her. “It’s one of our cabins. We have them scattered throughout the ranch.” I glance at her and see she’s watching me as she unbuttons her shirt. “They’re for weather like this, a place to safely get a bit of shut-eye, or a few other things that pop up out here.”

  She nods and looks around before lying her clothes over the rough wooden table. She walks to the cupboard in her bra and panties and opens it, reaching inside to grab a flannel blanket. Shivering from the coldness of the rain and hail, she quickly wraps it around herself before reaching in to grab another one and tossing it at me.

  I catch it and wrap it around my naked hips.

  My underwear is just as soaked as the rest of me and sitting in wet boxer briefs is not very comfortable.

  Not like she’s not used to my naked body by now anyway.

  Looking up after tucking the fabric into itself, I see her watching me. She swallows. I nod at her. “You going to leave that wet stuff on?”

  Watching me, she drops the blanket. Her eyes lock on mine and I’m such a man. As she reaches behind her back to unlatch her bra, I shamelessly watch her. She drapes it over the table and reaches for her panties, shimmying to get them down. When she’s totally nude, she just stands there, tall and proud, allowing me to look my fill.

  The front of the blanket jumps as my cock goes from semi-hard to ramrod straight.

  She glances down and smirks at me before looking over my shoulder at the small cot along the wall.

  The cabin shakes and strains as the weather outside beats against it, trying it’s best to work its way inside, but these lean-to’s are strong and have survived much worse. The wind howls and the lantern light flickers and dances over us both, creating deep shadows.

  Eliza walks toward me, slowly. Her foot catches on a piece of my discarded and saturated clothing and she trips. She falls toward me as she screams. Reaching out, I manage to catch her and with little effort in the small room, I turn to land on the cot mattress. My back hits the flannel of the covers and I groan as Eliza lands on top of me. Her knee slams into the bed beside my hip and her head flings forward, almost cracking my nose.

  The cot creaks ominously beneath us and I cringe as I wait for it to break and deposit both of us on the floor.

  Her hands slap on either side of my head and her breasts slap me in the face as she tries to balance herself.

  My voice is muffled between her cleavage as I mutter, “Darlin’, you have to stop throwing yourself at me.”

  She leans back and glares at me. “I did no such thing.” She looks down. “The only reason that your face is buried in my titties right now is because this cabin is tiny and dark and I just tripped over what I hope was your underwear and not a fucking dead rodent.”

  Turning my head slightly, I close my mouth over one nipple and smile as she shudders and moans, “Ahhhhh.”.

  My tongue flicks against the tip before I suck on it like a babe trying to find nourishment. I feel it getting harder in my mouth and her hips press down onto my raging cock, trapped beneath the blanket. Releasing her nipple as she moans again, I growl, “That’s the only reason?”

  She sits back and shoves against my chest. Her hands are planted on my pecs and I groan as the blanket tightens over my erection. Glancing down, she rubs her palm over my engorgement. I groan and she chuckles.

  Sliding down my body, she kneels on the floor and reaches for the knot at my waist. It loosens easily and as the material parts and the air touches me, she leans down. Her hand wraps around the base of my shaft and she strokes me as she kneels and her hair covers my thighs. Flicking her tongue out, she licks the bead of moisture glistening on my tip. She moans, “Mmmmm.”

  Her tongue flicks again and my head falls back to the cot as my mouth falls open. She takes me deep into her mouth. Her cheeks hollow and her tongue flattens as she sucks me. I gasp as the air in the room seems to evaporate with the tantalizing motions of her dirty little mouth.

  She moans as she sucks me and her hand works the bottom of my shaft. Her pleasure at the act reverberates inside of me.

  My hands are in her hair, guiding her, not that she needs it. Up and down. Her tongue swirls around the head before she takes me into her throat again.

  Finally, my hands tighten in her hair and I growl, “Enough. Ride me, Eliza. Take me deep inside of you. I need to feel you around me.”

  She releases my cock from her mouth and stares at me. Her eyes are wide, her hair is fisted in my hands, and her mouth is swollen from my cock. She’s completely gorgeous.

  Taking her time, she slides up my body, aligning her thighs with my hips. She hovers over me and sinks down. I slide in easily, with no guidance needed. As if, I was made for her and inside of her is where I belong. Where I need to be.

  She moves and I arch my hips before sitting up, still inside of her. She gasps and her hands curve over my shoulders to keep from falling. With her hands cupping my shoulders, she lifts her hips before sliding them back down to rest on my thighs.

  My hands lock on her hips and I hold her in place, preventing her from moving. My cock jumps inside of her and her breathing is escalated as she opens her mouth and looks down at me with a question on her face. “Why are you stopping me?” Her voice is languid and breathy.

  We need to have a conversation, darlin’.

  Looking into her eyes, I growl. “When I stopped you from talking in the truck… What were you going to say?”

  Her eyes widen and she blinks, “Are you serious, Falcon? You want to know what I was going to say now?!” She looks down at our joined bodies and then frowns at me. “Like right now? When we’re both buck naked and I’m on top of you… riding you… with your dick inside of me… you want to talk?”

  Yes, darlin’. I do.

  I slide my hips a little and her eyes cross as I hit the sweet spot. Her fingers tighten on my shoulders, digging into the muscle. I nod at her, “Yes, Ma’am.”

  She balks. “No.” Her hips try to move and her thighs tighten as she attempts to pull back from my grip. I’m not letting go. She sighs and slaps my shoulders. “What do you think I was going to say to you?” I can see what looks like a hint of fear in her eyes.

  Leaning up, I take her mouth and kiss her until she softens in my arms again. When she’s plaint and molded back against me, I lift my hips to give her just a taste of what she wants before stilling again and leaning back. Her eyes are soft as she watches me.

  Smiling at her, I throatily say, “I hope that you were about to tell me that you loved me, Eliza.” She freezes and her eyes widen as she sucks her lip into her mouth. “Because, I sure as shit am in love with you.”

  She gasps and freezes. Her entire body tightens and then she breathlessly exhales. “You… you are?!”

  I nod. “I am. I love you, you confounded woman. From the second that you fell into my horse trough and accused me of not being a gentleman I’ve been unable to shake you. You’re right, you’re not from here, but, damned if you don’t fit right in. Everything about this says that we shouldn’t work.

  “I’m a stubborn roughneck rancher from Texas and you’re as city as city gets. Los Angeles is your home and you’ve built something that many people dream of out there. I tried that life once…” I sigh and my heart pangs as I remember, but then I shrug. “That life, ain’t for me. But, it is for you. Now, I don’t rightly know what that means for us, but, I know that I love you. And, I’d be willing to double down on this ranch that you love me, too.”


  I love her. I do.

  This country boy loves Miss Fancy Pants. We shouldn’t make a lick of sense, but we do.

  Fact is, Eliza does fit in here. She’s learned how to do the shit that Tanzy cringed at, and more than that, she’s willing to do it. Which Tanzy never was.

  Not that I can ask her to stay. I can’t. I won’t.

  So, even though I love her, I don’t know just where the shit that leaves us.

  Eliza is still biting her lip, staring at me. Shaking off my thoughts, I ask, “Do you, darlin’? Do you love me, too?”

  Her eyes crinkle and she nods. “I do. I love you, my Cocky Cowboy. I love your smug and stubborn ass. I love that you can take my shit in stride and that you throw shit of your own at me with no apologies.” She sighs and leans back in my arms. I let her. Her head cocks to the side. “I love you, Falcon Donovan. But…”

  Here’s the but… the giant elephant in the room.

  She frowns. “But, you won’t come out to L.A. and I won’t ask you to. This is your life. You love it here. This is your home. This is your heart…”

  Exactly… and her home is not here…

  I nod, saying nothing.

  Finally, she sighs. “So, are you going to ask me or are we just going to sit here after exclaiming that we love each other while your dick turns into a limp noodle inside of me?”

  Ask her what? There are lots of things that I want to ask her, but I’m not selfish enough to do it.

  What the hell does she expect me to ask her?

  And, limp noodle my ass…

  Growling at her, I lift my hips. She moans as I fill her. Her knees tighten on my thighs again and she grins down at me as she slides against my length. She moves up, leaving just the tip inside of her. Tapping my nose with her finger, she smirks and shakes her head. “You can make me scream in just a second, cowboy. But, first, do you have anything to ask me?! Anything at all…”

  Narrowing my eyes at her, I grunt. “What do you want me to ask you?”

  She arches her brow and says, “I can sit here all day, Falcon…” She sighs as I just stare at her. “Do you want me to stay?”