88 "he is mine"

The world was still dark when I woke.That deep, quiet kind of dark where everything feels suspended—like the ranch itself was holding its breath before the day began.

4:30 a.m. No wind. No voices. Just him.Walker's arm was draped heavy across my waist, his body warm against mine, steady and solid in a way that had become my anchor.I turned slightly, studying him in the dim light. The soft rise and fall of his chest. The way his hair fell just over his forehead. The quiet calm in his face.It hit me all at once. How much I loved him.Not the loud kind. Not the reckless kind.The kind that settled into your bones.The kind that stayed. My fingers traced lightly along his chest, slow, absent-minded at first.He stirred. A small shift. A quiet breath.

Then his hand tightened just slightly against me. "You're awake," he murmured, voice rough with sleep. "Mm," I hummed softly.His eyes didn't open right away, but a faint smile tugged at his lips."You plannin' on lettin' me sleep... or—"I didn't let him finish. I leaned in, pressing my lips to his, soft at first... then deeper. That woke him. His hand moved instantly, sliding up my back, pulling me closer."Yeah," he breathed against my mouth. "That answers that."A quiet laugh slipped from me, but it didn't last long. Not when the space between us disappeared. Not when everything else did.Time blurred. The quiet of the morning filled instead with soft laughter, whispered words, moaning, lust and the kind of closeness that didn't need anything else around it.At some point, I ended up above him, my hands resting against his chest as I looked down at him. Really looked. His eyes were open now—focused only on me.Like I was the only thing in the world. My hips grind against his, bucking back and forth like a rodeo queen.

His hands grasped my chest his lips parted like he was holding back something. "Fuck..." he groaned with his hand on my hip, encouraging it to grind.

"You're so fuckin hot" he spoke, his free hand still squeezing my breast.

My head tilted back as I whimpered his name. "Walk... shhhit walk" I called out long and dragged out. "Just like that mama. Yeeaah... yeah just like that.. like you want it" his thumb moved over from my hip to gently rub my core with his thumb.

"I want it walk. God! I want it" up and down my hips moved, up and down like a bumpy road. Walker nearly whimpered himself. His eyes rolling back just a tad. His hand reached up, pulling the hair tie from my scalp, letting my ridiculously long blonde hair fall down my spine.

I waved it, knowing he loved it. "You're so fuckin beautiful" he grunted as I bounced upon his lap. His hand grasped the back of my neck pulling me down to kiss him so passionately, so roughly. I moaned down his throat. His girth now bucking up, into my soul.

My hands clawed at his chest. "Oh! Ffffuck" I mew.

"Say my name" he moaned against my lips while aggressively holding my hair.

I whimpered aloud, in a needy loving way "fffffuck me walker! Fuck me!" I begged.

His mouth, hot and open on my cheek, urgently nibbling my skin. "Oh fuck ma" he moaned. "Oh fuck! Say it again" he was even deeper now, so fast I could almost burst.

"Come inside me walk! Fuck me hard!" Through gritted teeth I growled "yes! Just like that! Come deep in me baby!" I've ever had him so rough. I was never the rough type. But I was now.

Walkers hips slammed up against me. Holding it hard, holding it deep. The warmth of him inside drove me up the walls. The feeling of him throbbing made my eyes roll back. "Fuck!" I gasped. "Holy.. fuck!" I squeezed his skin below my hands as I couldn't believe the feeling I just experienced. Walker was exhausted. The men after sex kind of exhausted. I still sat up, with him slowly slipping out of me. I panted tiredly as i watched him. I stared down at his tired eyes. His overly worked, sexy body breathing heavier now. His eyes shut. I couldn't help but watch his sweet face. "Hey," he said softly.

"Hey." I laughed as His hands rested at my bare hips, grounding me there, like he didn't want even an inch of distance between us."You're somethin' else," he murmured.I shook my head slightly. "You always say that."

"Because it's always true."I smiled faintly, brushing a piece of hair back from his forehead.

"You're biased."

"Damn right I am," he said. "You're mine." His hands both squeezed my ass mercilessly. I giggled.  The words didn't feel possessive.They felt certain. Safe.

His thumb brushed lightly along my side."I love you," he said, simple and steady.It still hit me every time. Still made my chest tighten in the best way."I love you," I whispered back.His eyes softened even more even when so tired.  "Nah... I love Everything about you," he added quietly. "The way you talk... the way you think... the way you sound when I'm touchin you... your moans are beautiful.... Your face is beautiful.. Jesus Christ... the way your body moves when I'm in you..."

"Walk!" I scoffed as if he wasn't a few moment ago.

"...I love the way you look at me like I'm worth somethin'."

I smiled with my thumb against his cheek"You are worth something," I said.He shook his head slightly. "Not before you."I leaned down, pressing my forehead to his.

"You're wrong."

"Maybe," he said. "But I ain't wrong about you." A small laugh broke through me, softer this time.

"You're impossible."

"And you love me anyway."I pulled back just enough to look at him again.

"Yeah," I said. "I really do."Outside, the first hint of morning began to creep in.

Soft light. A new day waiting. But right there—In that quiet space before everything started—Nothing else mattered. Not the ranch. Not the past. Not the noise. Just him. Just us.And the kind of love that didn't need to be loud to be real.