Chapter 12

Tory

Oh god. I can’t believe this is happening. Ranger just made me come all over his tongue. There’s a sentence I never thought I’d ever say, but here I am, saying it.

Ranger braces his body along his arm as he props himself up. “You’re fucking perfect,” he whispers after I calm down from my most recent orgasm.

An orgasm, might I add, that was the best thing I’ve ever experienced in my life.

“I’m not perfect,” I tell him, wishing more than anything I could be perfect for him.

He smiles, his dark eyes focusing on me. “You are to me.” He moves over me, his body between my legs. He peppers kisses along my neck as he moves against me.

He fists his dick with one hand, rubbing it over me. It’s so big, and I tense at first.

“I’ve got you,” he whispers against the shell of my ear. “We’ll go as slow as you need to.”

I nod, worrying my bottom lip between my teeth. “Okay, I trust you.”

His eyes meet mine. “You don’t know what those words just did to me.”

I trace my hand down his handsome face. “What did they do?”

He leans down, nipping at my bottom lip with his teeth. “Made my heart do this weird spasm thing in my chest.”

“Maybe you’re having a heart attack.”

He laughs, bracing himself up on both elbows, smoothing his hands over my hair. “I’m not having a heart attack. I’m falling for you.”

My eyes widen at his words, and now I feel as though I’m the one having the heart attack. “Oh,” I whisper.

“Breathe,” he tells me, as he moves himself to where he’s guiding his dick toward my entrance. “Keep breathing and let me know if I hurt you.”

“I will.”

He pushes the tip of it inside me, and it’s not as painful as I imagined it would be. Instead I feel full. Like every part of myself is being claimed by this beast of a man. A man too gorgeous for his own good.

“Ah,” I moan out, my body not really sure if it’s in pain or pleasure. The two go so hand-in-hand, that I can’t even tell right now.

“You okay?” Ranger says, his body stilling inside me.

“I just need a minute,” I say, gazing up at him.

“Just breathe. You’re doing so fucking good handling my thick cock,” he tells me, and his dirty talk does something to me. Makes my body more responsive.

I thrust up, just a little, and he cracks a smirk.

“You like being talked dirty to, don’t you?”

I bite my bottom lip. “Yeah,” I whisper.

He pushes a bit deeper inside me as his grip on my hip tightens. “Tory, you’re so fucking tight. Too tight. Might not fit.” He pushes a bit deeper, and is met with resistance. His eyes meet mine. “This may sting a little,” he says, and then he punches his hips forward, taking my virginity along with him.

“Ah,” I moan out again, and his body stills once more.

“You’re doing so good, baby. So fucking good.” He begins moving on top of me, his hips rocking into me as his dick digs deeper.

I spread my legs and wrap them around his back, locking my ankles. “Something’s happening,” I say, my body meeting each of his thrusts. “I’m starting to feel like I could come again.” That’s impossible, right?

I’ve always heard women talk about how having double orgasms, or orgasms so close to one another is a rarity, but here I am… about to come. My body builds and builds as Ranger increases his speed.

“You feel so good, Tory. Fuck , your pussy is so goddamn tight.” He keeps his lips close as his hands dig into my flesh, marking me as he keeps pushing his dick in and out, over and over again.

I hold onto him, not wanting to let him go. It’s too good, and I squeeze my eyes shut as he moves one hand between our body and comes into contact with my clit. “So good,” I moan, my body so close to reaching its climax. “Don’t stop.”

“Won’t stop. Couldn’t even if I tried,” he growls out, his body pumping into me a bit harder now. He repositions our bodies slightly so he can dig in deeper, and the feeling nearly causes my orgasm to slam into me.

“Ah, Ranger. I’m so close.”

He’s busy with his hands, one thumb pushing against my clit as his other hand keeps my body in position. He grips my ass, hard, and my body finally topples over the cliff.

“I’m coming,” I shout out, and I dig my nails into his back.

“I’m about to lose control,” he grunts out. “ Fuck. I can’t hold back, Tory, please .”

“Do it,” I tell him, and his eyes meet mine as he rams into me harder and harder. I just hold on as tight as I can as he loses control on top of me.

It’s a turn on that I’ve brought this man to losing control. Seriously, everything about this moment is something I’ll never forget.

Another minute, and he’s slamming into me, cursing out my name as he tells me he’s coming. At the last second, he pulls out, shooting his ribbons of white cum all over my torso. It’s hot, and completely him, and I love every second of it.

After he’s done, he gazes down at me. “You look good with my seed all over you.”

I swipe my finger through it, and bring the finger to my mouth. I suck, and Ranger’s eyes roll into the back of his head as his dick throbs in his hand.

“You keep doing shit like that and I’m going to have to fuck you all over again.”

I smile, sucking my finger deeper into my mouth. “Promise?”

The smell of something sweet and buttery pulls me out of sleep, lingering in the air like an invitation. I blink my eyes open slowly, the morning light filtering through the sheer curtains in soft, golden beams. For a moment, I don’t know where I am, the sheets warm and unfamiliar around me, but then it all comes rushing back.

Ranger.

Last night.

A blush rises to my cheeks as I stretch lazily, muscles I didn’t know existed reminding me of the way he held me, the way he kissed me. I feel warm just thinking about it, a giddy flutter swirling in my chest. I shift onto my side, a sleepy smile pulling at my lips as I listen to the faint clinking of pans and the soft hum of the ocean outside.

He’s in the kitchen. Making breakfast.

The man who held me like I was something precious last night is now flipping pancakes. I can’t help but smile at the thought as I slip out of bed, pulling on a pair of sleep shorts and an old oversized T-shirt before padding barefoot across the cool hardwood floor.

When I reach the kitchen, I pause in the doorway, leaning against the frame as I take in the scene before me. Ranger stands at the stove, his back to me, spatula in hand as he flips a perfect pancake onto a growing stack on a plate. He’s wearing a plain black T-shirt that hugs his broad shoulders and sweats that hang low on his hips. He looks relaxed—more relaxed than I think I’ve ever seen him.

“Pancakes?” I ask softly, announcing myself.

He glances over his shoulder, and a smile tugs at the corner of his mouth, warm and teasing. “Good morning to you too, Einstein. Sleep well?”

I bite back a grin as I step further into the kitchen. “Very well, thanks to you.”

He arches a brow, his smile turning wicked, and I immediately feel heat creep up my neck. Why did I say that?

“You’re welcome,” he replies, voice low and smug.

I roll my eyes and slide onto one of the stools at the counter, pretending my face isn’t currently the color of a tomato. “So, pancakes, huh? I thought you were strictly a burger guy.”

“I’m a lot of things,” he replies cryptically, flipping another pancake with ease before setting the pan aside and moving to stand in front of me. He grabs the syrup bottle, setting it next to the plate of golden, fluffy pancakes. “I figured I’d make you something you like.”

My heart does that little flutter again, and I look up at him, surprised by how much that simple gesture means. “Thank you.”

His eyes soften as he looks at me, his expression so unguarded it makes me want to hold onto the moment forever. “You’re welcome.”

He slides the plate toward me, along with a fork, and I don’t hesitate to dig in. The pancakes are perfect—light, buttery, and dripping with syrup. I let out an involuntary hum of appreciation, and I swear I see Ranger’s lips twitch like he’s holding back a laugh.

“Good?” he asks.

I nod, my mouth full. “Better than the diner’s,” I manage, pointing my fork at him.

“High praise,” he says, smirking.

We lapse into a comfortable silence as I eat, but the quiet doesn’t feel heavy. It’s just… easy, like being with him always seems to be. When I’m halfway through my pancakes, I glance up at him. He’s leaning against the counter across from me, arms crossed, watching me with that quiet intensity that makes my pulse flutter.

“So, what are we doing today?” I ask, trying to sound casual even though my nerves seem to fire up under his gaze.

Ranger tilts his head slightly, as if considering. “I’ve got a little bit of work to do this morning,” he says, his voice low and even. “But after that?” He leans closer, placing his hands on the counter and locking his dark eyes with mine. “I’d like to stay in bed with you all day.”

My heart stutters, and I drop my fork onto the plate with a clatter. “Oh,” I manage, my voice suddenly small.

He grins, clearly pleased with himself, and stands up straight again. “What do you think about that?”

I recover quickly—or at least try to. “Well, that depends. What kind of work are we talking about?” I ask, forcing my voice to sound steady. “Does this ‘work’ have anything to do with my dad?”

His smile fades slightly, and he nods, his expression growing more serious. “Yeah. I need to check in with Dean, make sure there haven’t been any threats.”

“Against my father,” I say softly, pushing my plate aside. “Or against me?”

He exhales, running a hand through his dark hair. “It’s precautionary. Nothing to worry about.”

“But you’re worried,” I point out, watching him carefully.

Ranger doesn’t deny it. Instead, he comes around the counter, stopping in front of me. He rests his hands on the edge of the counter on either side of me, caging me in gently. “It’s my job to worry,” he says, his voice low. “And I’m going to keep you safe, Tory. Always.”

His words hit me straight in the chest, and for a moment, I can’t breathe. He says it so simply, so fiercely, like there’s no question about it. And that’s what Ranger is—steady, unshakable, dependable in a way that I didn’t know I needed.

I look up into his eyes, my voice barely above a whisper. “Thank you.”

He stares at me for a long moment, something unreadable flickering behind his dark eyes. Then he straightens up and takes a step back, his lips curving into a small smile. “Go get dressed. We’ll figure out the rest of the day after I check in with Dean.”

I nod, sliding off the stool and brushing past him to head to my room. But even as I close the door behind me and lean against it, my heart is still pounding.

Stay in bed with me all day.

I press a hand to my chest, feeling the thud of my heartbeat, and let out a slow breath. I don’t know what’s happening between us, not really, but I know one thing—I don’t want it to stop.

I want to hold onto this, whatever this is. I want him.

And for the first time in my life, I think I might be brave enough to admit that.