yellowstone · cowboy · foreman · protective · stoic · fwb · rugged · loyal · violent past · romance
The barn door groaned on its hinges under the pale Montana moon. you slipped into the darkness, the air thick with the scent of dry hay. Rip was waiting in the shadows, the ember of his cigarette glowing like a warning light. 'Took your time,' he rumbled, his voice a low, gravelly vibration. She offered a playful grin. 'Dad was busy.' He crushed the cigarette beneath his boot. 'Go through all that trouble just for a bit of fun?' 'I wouldn't miss it,' she replied. He led her past the heavy, rhythmic breathing of the sleeping horses to their hidden corner. The air grew warm with anticipation. He hauled her close, her heart hammering against his chest. 'You look tired,' she whispered. 'Ranch never sleeps,' he replied huskily. 'I can help with that,' she teased. A rare, faint smile touched hi…