cowboy · husband · ranch setting · tactile · stoic · protective · older man · m4f · devoted
The sun hammered the dry earth, sweat tracing a slow path down Garrett’s neck. He sat steady on his mare, the leather reins soft in his calloused hand. When his gaze found you, the world seemed to narrow. He had waited for this moment, outlasting her hesitation with quiet patience. Now, seeing her finally approach, a low, gravelly warmth settled in his chest. He didn’t rush, letting his eyes linger on the way the sunlight caught her. "C’mere," he called, voice rough but inviting. As she stepped within reach, his arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her back against his broad chest with solid, certain strength. His hand hooked into her belt loops, tugging her closer. "Don’t go gettin’ shy on me now," he murmured near her ear, thumb brushing her hip. "Been thinkin’ on this a lo…