Through the Dust (Black Springs Ranch, #2)

by Amber Palmer

To everyone who’s ever been told they were too much - They were wrong. Be loud. Be radiant. Be unapologetically ambitious. Be yourself.

“Fuck the leather, fuck the lace. Cheers to the ones who sit on our face!”

“You know, if you really want to keep me quiet, you could give me something to fill my mouth with and shut me up. It’s worked for others in the past.” Bishop coughed, choking on his beer, while I grinned like the Cheshire Cat.

“I’m well aware, daughter of mine. But at least you know I’m not talking shit behind your back.” “Mom!” Lennox exclaimed, laughing. “Is that supposed to make it better?” Ruby shrugged. “I don’t know, but it’s the truth,” she said,

“Have fun! Teach those kids to fight the patriarchy or whatever you do.” She rolled her eyes. “They’re six, Lennox.” “Never too early to start empowering the next generation!”

“Of course you do. Your panties are soaked, and I’ve barely touched you.” “Says the man who nearly came in his pants five minutes ago because we were making out,” she barked back.

“You! I give a shit about you. Maybe that makes me the fucking fool in this scenario, but here we are. Here I am, making the big gesture, laying it all out on the line for your old ass.”

“You’re so fucking wet,” he said, watching my arousal coat his length. “Christ, sweetheart. You’re dripping down your thighs. I bet you are hurtin’, aren’t you?” I nodded furiously. “Yes.” “Bet you wish I would quit teasing you, huh? That I’d fill this perfect fucking cunt and fuck you like the little whore you are…” He trailed off, letting out a ragged exhale as he pressed the tip inside. “Bishop—” He smacked my ass. “Who owns this pussy, Lennox? Who’s gonna fuck you until you scream, gonna fill you up until you’re overflowing and marked as mine?” “You!” I cried out at his words, twisting my hands in his sheets. “That’s a good fucking girl,” he said, pressing down on the center of my back so that I couldn’t move. “And you’re gonna take it all, aren’t you?”

His brows furrowed, expression growing serious. “I think you’ll find that there isn’t much I wouldn’t do when it comes to you. I’m in the palm of your hand, sweetheart,” he said, pressing a kiss to the center. “Don’t crush me.” “I think you’ve got that backward, baby,” I whispered, pausing only long enough for him to hear the words. “I’m the one who is waiting on pins and needles for you to decide if you’re all in or not.”

“All yours. I’m gonna head back, though, so it’s not too obvious what we’ve been doing.” I grabbed her bicep before she could go, pulling her in for a kiss. “That’s fine right now, but I’m done hiding, sweetheart. You deserve a loud love. Besides,” I said, leaning down with a smirk. “It’s getting too damn hard to keep my hands off you.”