Note: This story is based on a series that I am working on. The male lead character's name has been changed to follow the storyline. I don't own or have anything to do with the WWE, its partners, or The Undertaker.
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Chapter Thirty-Two
A month later…
The rays of the late summer sun shining through the open drapes of her bedroom, and danced across the white sheets of the bed that concealed a nude, curvaceous body beneath it. Itching its way up a little more, the bright sunlight danced across a side of Emily's sleeping face, and over one of her closed eyes.
The sudden warmth resonating from it, as well as the intense light of it, caused her to tightly close her eyes and pulled the fabric over her face and head out of frustration at it wanting to wake her up.
Oh come on! It's too early for you to be waking me up like this today!
She curled herself up in this sheet until her body looked like a caterpillar wrapped up within it, attempting to keep the sun from disturbing her sleep anymore. Emily moved over to lie on her side to have her back facing the window before she proceeded to drift back to sleep.
Maybe I can finally get some sleep, and enjoy a day where I can stay in bed a little late.
Before her body had gone too far into sleep, Emily picked up on the faint sound of the door to her room opening up, and some footsteps walking in there. The gentle noise caused a muffled groan to slip out of her mouth before her sleepy voice could be heard.
"Granny, its Saturday!" She whined, hoping it would help her in letting her get some extra sleep in. "We don't have any parties to get ready for today or any work to start on right now. Can't I have just a few more minutes to sleep?"
Emily hoped that her request would be heard and that Granny belle would give her some more time to rest and let her body have those last few more moments.
Instead of catching the sound of the door closing and footsteps walking away, she noticed the noise of the feet walking closer to where she was nestled in the bed to be heavy…and loud.
Okay…My granny doesn't have a heavy walk like that…So…Someone else in here with me.
Her curiosity and fear about the mystery person that was now in her room ate away at her, and cause her to lift her head up, and open one of her closed eyelids.
Moving across the hardwood floor of her room from the opened doorway, Mark smiled towards the fatigued expression on her face. He had his arms hanging loose at his sides of his fitted, dark gray short-sleeved top, and dark denim blue jeans as his tall, muscular frame sat down on a side of her bed.
"Morning, darling." He said, whispering to her. The unbridled passion he had shown to her during their time together slipped to the surface. "I think it is time for you to get up, and out of this bed."
Her mind went into a complete state of shock from finding her grandmother's ranch hand, and her own cowboy to not only be moving into her bedroom but that was now sitting beside her on the large bed she had spent most of her summer nights on. Emily took a moment to let it sink in before she managed to sit up a little more, and focus on the conversation.
"M-Mark," she asked, "What are you doing in here?" Her voice found its way trembling out of her mouth despite her best attempt to keep it from doing just that. "I-I mean…You are normally not in the house in the morning…and I don't remember you coming up here at this time of the day anytime during the time period I have been here."
Mark couldn't help but softly chuckle at how cute and alluring she looked at the moment to him with the flat sheet wrapped around to conceal her curves even though it only highlighted them, and made his attraction for her that much more stronger.
"Normally, I wouldn't be up here at this time of the day, Emily." He replied with the words rolling off of the tip of his tongue. "Your grandmother would have stopped me long before I could make it to the very first step."
"Well…" Emily replied, sitting up a little more, with her sincere curiosity slipping out and into the open. "Why are you up here than?"
"I came up here to see if you would like to go out for a ride with me."
"You mean in your truck?"
"No…On a horse ride."
"You ride the horses without my granny knowing-"
"She knows that I ride them…It is the only way that I can get the more wild ones that come here to warm up, and become more tame."
"Oh…"
"So…Are you up for it? I have the perfect horses for the both of us to go out on the ride waiting outside if you are willing to go off for a bit with me."
Mark hoped, secretly, that she would agree to going out on the trip with him. He enjoyed spending whatever time he could get alone with her, and knew that this morning offered them a wonderful opportunity to do just that.
"What about my grandmother, Mark?" Emily possessed a high amount of hesitance within it as she spoke to him. "Won't she wonder where we-"
"Belle has gone to Houston today to order some more supplies for the ranch, Emily, and she won't be back for some time."
"I…I don't know…"
He saw the nervousness there, and knew that the idea of riding on the back of a horse scared her immensely. It was not that Belle could find out about what was going on but the fact that she would be on the back of a horse.
Wishing to erase all of her conflicting emotions away and out of her system, Mark used one of his strong hands to cup the bottom of her chin, and lift her head up to where their mouths pressed against one another in a tender kiss full of passion and admiration. He loved her with every fiber of his being, and wanted to show her a whole new side to him that would knock her socks off.
Mark slowly pulled out of the kiss with her, and focused on her face in time to catch her eyes, fluttering before they could fully focus on him. The sight brought a faint smirk to his face as he spoke up once more.
"So…Are you going to get out of this bed so we can spend some much needed time together…or am I going for the little trip by myself?"