Holding the Reins (Silver Pines Ranch, #1)

by Paisley Hope

dick takes it to heart.

“Touch her again and I’ll fucking bury you.”

yessssssss

“I’m Nash fucking Carter and I’m about to spill every one of your teeth onto this sidewalk if you call CeCe your fiancée again.”

“Fuck it—”

Two words I’ll never tire of reading

What even is feminism when I’m naked with Nash Carter?

“I really am sick of pretending I don’t want you every second of fucking every day, CeCe.”

“This is too pretty to eat.” “I could say the same thing about you,”

“So fucking beg,”

But to answer your question, what you look like, little firefly, is fucking mine. And I protect what’s mine,”

“No, baby, I don’t own you. You own me.

I love this woman. I love this woman like I’ve never loved anyone or anything. I love her more than the sun on my face rising over the mountain, the feel of fresh ice under my skates, or hoisting that cup over my head. I love my little firefly like I have no other option, and the truth is maybe I never have.

“We’re not a phase. We’re the exact opposite of a phase. You’re my always. I fucking love you more than I’ve ever loved anything in this life and I came here to make sure you knew it. Following you across the country is nothing. I’m going to follow you everywhere you go for the rest of this life. And then, I’m going to follow you into the next.”