CHAPTER TWELVE

Two weeks later

– PARKER –

"Waaaahoooooo." Cosima's voice stretches through the air as she races by.

A chuckle flows through me and I enjoy the vision of my old lady having fun a few heartbeats more before I give chase. My Quarter horse is faster than Cosima's Gypsy Cob, but her mare gives us all a damn fine race.

Cosima leans back and brings Bluebell slowly to a stop. I bring Wendy to a stop right next to her. Up ahead Eastlynne and Rourke are coming back from their ride. They've been staying at the Iron Hot Blood ranch and are spending the night at Eastlynne's ranch every now and then.

Eastlynne bought the ranch a few months ago to have a place to train and foster traumatized horses, also branching out for her business to use said horses in movies, commercials, photographs, and whatever.

When Cosima came out of the hospital two weeks ago, she didn't want to stay at the clubhouse like I offered. She wanted to go home. At first, I was a bit hesitant, thinking she might slip into a relapse the way she shut everyone out and locked herself up the last time she suffered trauma.

Yet, she surprised the fuck out of me by bouncing right back into the sassy woman she was the morning before it happened. No trace of fear, no holding back, just simply loving life every damn second after the next. Her statement when I asked if she was okay with living at the ranch and shit? "It's over, he can't get to me anymore."

That simple. It's as if she's taking every day as a gift and I guess it's a perfect state of mind. Especially when I feel the same way when it comes to having this perfect woman in my life. The day she was kidnapped was a huge eye-opener.

Having something taken from you that makes the world shatter into a disarray of gray, knowing from experience it should be vibrant with colors, made my soul weep. I'm incomplete without her and I never want to experience a moment apart ever again.

Cosima's giggle draws me back to the here and now.

Her eyes still twinkle with joy when she asks, "Wanna go home or race so I can beat your slow horse again?"

I voice the one thing that's been on my mind since the day I wasn't allowed into the room with her until her sister showed up at the hospital, "What I want is for you to become my wife. So, I guess we should go home and head to the courthouse. Better yet, I'm going to call Collins as soon as we're home. He's ordained so we can get married within the hour."

"You're serious," Cosima states, the corner of her mouth twitches.

"Damn right, I am. I don't need any confirmation or long-time trial shit to know our lives entwine perfectly. We each know what's important in life, share the same work ethic, family, goals, and dreams, we're on the same line and I say it requires tying the knot so you're not only my old lady but my wife as well. I want everyone to know you're mine."

"Hey, you don't have to convince me." She shrugs and adds, "You just have to catch me."

Laughter flows freely again when she races off in the direction of the stables. This time it's on and I give pressure with my legs to make Wendy go faster, giving her the freedom she loves to gain speed.

There's no contest, there never was, when it comes to taking what's mine and I easily catch up to my old lady before we reach the stables. The utter joy on her face is infectious and I feel myself grinning as we both dismount. Reaching for her, I wrap my arm around her waist and pull her flush against me to give her a hard kiss.

"Put the horses back in the stable before you mount the woman, VP," Rourke says with laughter in his voice.

Without taking my mouth from my woman I flip him off and grab Cosima's ass to knead it in my hand just for the hell of it.

Cosima pulls away and pats my chest. "I'm going to handle the horses while you call Collins."

"Why do you need to call Collins?" Eastlynne questions as we break apart and take the horses into the stable.

"Because we're all getting married," Rourke states and I narrow my eyes at the fucker.

He's the one flipping me off now while he gives his attention to Eastlynne. "If they are tying the knot we damn well should as well 'cause I claimed you before that asshole claimed your sister."

Eastlynne rolls her eyes. "It's not a competition."

Rourke and I lock eyes, both of us silently disagreeing; I was the one who asked first, that fucker is stealing my fucking thunder and he damn well knows it. Though I know he wants it all with his old lady, but, he had to take it slow.

Not anymore, though. Even if Eastlynne still has days where she has migraines, they are becoming less frequent because she has gotten a good handle on the triggers. Rourke plays a big part in this too, making sure she's on top of her intake of fluids, meds, and social limitations. He's protective of his woman, just as I am when it comes to Cosima.

"Collins is busy with the farrier. As soon as he's done he'll head this way," Rourke states.

I unsaddle Wendy. "Good, it'll give us time to take care of the horses and hit the shower."

"Did you hear Kathleen locked up Marvin?" Rourke questions.

All heads turn his way.

Chuckling I ask, "How the hell did she manage to do that?"

Rourke shrugs. "I have no clue. All Decker mentioned was the fact that she locked him up in a cell two days ago. This morning Decker received a call from Atticus, his father, who was checking in since he hadn't heard a peep from his son in two days. That's how everyone found out."

"Damn. Is she in trouble?" Cosima wonders, and the question is on my mind as well.

Rourke gives a short shake of his head. "When Decker got there he made Kathleen cut him loose. Marvin didn't want to press charges, but he did leave town."

"Damn," Cosima states a bit softer this time.

We all fall silent and get to work. Twenty minutes later I've cleaned Wendy's hooves and made sure she's all taken care of. Cosima walks beside me as we head for the house. Rourke and Eastlynne are still busy with their horses. I place a hand on Cosima's lower back and steer her in the direction of the bathroom, making sure to kick both the door shut of our room, and the one of the bathroom.

It's a miracle I'm focused enough to turn the water on first before I start to rip away Cosima's clothes. I want her naked, and I want her now. Her body against mine, my cock in her pussy, my fingers in her hair, the feel of her warmth surrounding me as our minds slip into the bliss only we can create together.

Yeah, this woman holds all the power. We might create magic together but it's she who is the fuel that causes the heat to epic proportions. I step back to gaze down at her full tits, bare pussy, and when she turns, I get a glimpse of her lush ass. Over her shoulder, she gives me a look that allows me to see her pupils which are filled with desire and love.

A growl rumbles through my chest as I peel away my clothes, making sure to leave my cut on the counter while the rest drops to the floor. My gaze stays locked on my old lady. Water glides over her skin and the little minx starts to roam her body with her own hands.

"Stop," I order.

She gives me a coy look and turns to give me a full-frontal of her tits, her fingers still lingering on her clit.

"You're not going to distract me with that stunning rack, now get your hands away from my pussy. The only one giving you pleasure is me. No other cock will ever come near you, no one, not even yourself is allowed to touch what's mine, am I making myself clear?"

Her eyes gleam with defiance and she slowly trails her hand up her belly until she reaches her nipple and starts to fucking tug the hard peak. Fucking hell. My cock twitches and a growl rips from my throat.

In two steps I have my fingers wrapped around her throat and her back flush against the cold tiles. She gasps, tits rising and falling while open lust is staring right back at me.

"Little minx," I rumble. "Taunting me is going to put your ass on fire."

I don't give her a chance to process my words. Within her next breath, I spin her around and press those lush tits against the tiles. I bring my palm down on her ass, letting my handprint brand her skin red. Another smack makes her yelp turn into a moan as she pushes her ass back.

Yeah, she likes the heat of intensity flaming with pleasure, just like me.

I kick her legs further apart and grab her hips to pull her into position. Palming my cock, I coat myself with her wetness and slide between the lips of her pussy to bury myself to the hilt in one stroke.

My piercings rub the walls of her pussy, and give my cock extra pleasure each time I tunnel in and out of her hot and tight center. I let my head fall back for a second or two to relish in the unique pleasure this woman gives me before I bite back the urge to come.

I know I won't last long, taking her from behind to allow me to go deeper. This feels too damn good, but at least I'll make sure to feel her orgasm all over my cock first. Staring down to where we're connected, I grip her hips rougher to yank her on and off my cock with force.

"Push that tight pussy back on my cock, little minx. Show me how much you need that hole of yours filled," I grunt.

I swear her asshole winks at me, knowing where my mind is at as I watch myself pumping my woman's lush body. I shift my hand, letting my thumb slide through her wetness, even if we're surrounded by water. Cosima moans when I let the digit caress her ass and slowly start to push in.

Cosima pushes her pussy back on my cock and automatically fills her ass with my thumb. Fuck. What a sight. Not to mention the feel of my cock pumping in and out through the thin membrane, making her pussy even tighter as I pump her ass, switching to two fingers instead of just my thumb.

The sight alone has me balancing on the edge of ecstasy and I have to bite the inside of my cheek to keep focus. It's completely blown to smithereens when Cosima screams in pleasure, her pussy violently squeezes my cock as she slams back to make sure she's filled to the brim.

"Fuuuuuuck," I grunt and slowly slip my fingers out of her ass to balance myself with a hand on the tiles.

It's as if the woman sucks the cum and the energy right out of my body till the last drop. My cock keeps twitching and pulsing, making sure every inch of her womb is covered. Damn. Each time with this woman is better than the last and we're barely getting started.

Having her in my bed each day, waking up with the knowledge we get to share our lives together is a promise of a bright and joyful future. Even if dark days will cloud some of the good, our connection won't let that shit overshadow our lives. As long as we have each other, we'll have a reason to live a life that stretches way beyond our dreams.