Montana SEAL (Brotherhood Protectors #1)(31)
Hank’s breathing grew deeper and steady, and soon he slept.
Not Sadie. She didn’t want to sleep through this consummation of her love for this man. She didn’t want to sleep because having made love to Hank didn’t change anything. In fact, it made everything worse. She couldn’t ask him to give up his life with the SEALs to follow her to every movie set. He’d be miserable without his team, and she’d be miserable watching him become disillusioned by life as the famous movie star’s man. They’d call him “Mr. McClain”, instead of Mr. Patterson, and reduce him to just some schmuck who won the lottery by marrying Sadie McClain. She didn’t want him to be viewed as any less than a hero, because that was what he was. A hero who’d fought for his country. Sadie was a household name because she could act. Not because she’d defended people or a way of life.
Too bad they couldn’t be together like this forever. Tomorrow would be here all too soon.
Hank rolled onto his back.
Sadie lay there until the dull gray light of the predawn hours edged through the window.
The sound of movement in the hallway alerted her to her brother rising, dressing and heading down the stairs. A rancher’s life started early in Montana. She’d offered to hire a foreman to relieve Fin of some of the work. He’d refused, claiming he preferred to run the ranch, but he could only spread himself so far. As he’d increased the size of the herd of cattle, the workload had become more than he could handle on his own.
Sometimes, Sadie felt guilty about leaving the running of the White Oak Ranch all on Fin’s shoulders. But when she came to visit, she could see how much the ranch meant to her brother. He loved being there and doing all the tasks that were part of ranching in Montana. With the snows coming soon, he had to make sure all the animals were brought down from higher pastures and accounted for. Had Sadie not made it in Hollywood, she’d have returned to work the ranch alongside her brother. As it was, she’d hired the help to make up for her absence.
She’d never understood Carla’s aversion to ranching. The work was hard, but it made you feel good about what you’d accomplished, about yourself and the land you called home. The ranch had been part of their family for over a century. It was a proud legacy to pass down to future generations of McClains.
Sadie slipped from the bed, pulled on a robe, gathered clean clothing and headed for the bathroom across the hall. Fin would have had breakfast and left for the barn before she finished, so she took her time, enjoying the feeling of the hot spray pelting her skin. With the bar of soap, she worked up a lather and spread it over her closed her eyes and raised her soapy face to the showerhead, imagining Hank joining her, running his hands over her body.
The shower curtain shifted with a waft of cool air. Big, warm hands slid around her middle and tugged her hips, pulling her back against a solid wall of muscles. “Ready for round two?”
She shivered at his deep, teasing tone. “I thought you’d never wake.” Sadie melted into him, guiding his hand downward to the tuft of hair covering her sex.
He nudged her with his hardened cock. “I wasn’t awake, but another part of my body was missing you. Bad. Really bad.” Hank nibbled at her neck and tucked the hair behind her ear so that he could access her earlobe, sucking it into his mouth. His hand cupped her *, one finger diving between her folds to stroke that sensitive strip of flesh.
Sadie moaned and reached behind her to curl a palm around his taught ass, pulling him closer, forcing his cock between her butt cheeks.
He adjusted himself, fitting his staff between her legs, the velvety thickness rubbing her entrance, making her flame with desire. His finger flicked and teased her clit until her knees grew weak and her belly clenched, and she came in a rush, the tight, achy tingles spreading deliciously throughout her body to the tips of her fingers and toes. She rocked her hips with her release, until she burned again to have him inside her, sharing her incredible orgasm with one of his own.
She turned in his arms and pressed her hands to his chest. “It’s my turn to please you.”
“Oh, Darlin’, in case you haven’t noticed, you’re already pleasing me.”
She laughed. “You woke up with that. I’m talking about being on top.”
He winked. “I know what you’re talking about. I woke from just such a dream.”
She turned, twisted the handle, shutting off the shower and whipped the shower curtain aside. “I can’t do this in the shower. It’s physically impossible.” Sadie grabbed his hand and led him out of the tub and across the bathroom floor.
“Aren’t we going to dry off first?”
“I can’t wait.” She opened the door and called out. “Fin, are you in the house?”
When she received no response, she flung the door open, crossed the hallway, naked, dripping wet and hotter than she’d ever been in her entire life. Tugging Hank behind her, she was on a mission to ride this man like he was a wild stallion—hard, fast and fierce.
Once in the bedroom, she pointed to the bed. “Assume the position, frog man.” She frowned. “That’s what they call SEALs, right?”
He laughed and stepped in front of her, tipping her chin upward. “Yes. That’s what we’re called.” Hank didn’t move to get into the bed immediately; instead, he trailed a line of kisses along her jaw and back to her lips. “Mmm, you taste good.”