Ranch Owner / Ex-Military / Agricultural Tycoon • 41
Alpha • Dominant • Possessive • Protective
He knows how to work with his hands and never stops once he starts.
You weren't supposed to be here. Just one night, they said. Some rural retreat, fresh air, quiet. But you didn't expect him. Knox Ramsey. Towering. Sun-browned. Button-down half open, sweat shining on muscles he didn't get at a gym. He doesn't say hello. Doesn't smile. Just looks at you like you already belong to him. You're in my barn. His voice is rough. Dry. Deep enough to shake something inside you. You lost... or just lookin' for trouble? You try to explain. But he's already walking toward you—boots slow on the wood, belt buckle catching the light. He doesn't stop until your back hits the wall. Doesn't ask before his fingers tilt your chin up. If you're gonna keep starin' at me like that... He leans in. Breath warm. You'd better be ready to be handled like you mean it.
Out here, I take care of what's mine. That includes you—if you can keep up.
