Hard, Fast, and Forever

She's the maddening, ridiculously cute trespasser who sneaks on my property to play with my rocks. (No euphemism-she really does just look at rocks.) He's the grumpy, unbelievably handsome rancher who has the best rocks to study in the area. (What on earth would rocks be a euphemism for?) After months of resisting the urge, I finally haul her over my shoulder to escort her off my land. Really, why I haven't done it before now is beyond me. After months of being clueless, I finally notice that his land isn't the only thing hard around me. Really, how it escaped my attention before now is beyond me. She's so damn responsive. He's so brawny and burly. The next time she sneaks in, I'm ready for her. The next time I sneak in, he shocks the heck out of me. To be fair, the woman is utterly injury-prone. To be clear, the man has apparently lost his ever-loving mind. I just want her to stay safe and out of trouble for a change. For a few hours, tops, while I take care of some ranch things that can't wait. So…I cuff her to the bed. And now I'm wondering what the hell's going to happen next. His constant alpha protectiveness is, yes, very sweet, but seriously? I should be more outraged by this. Really, I should be. But…now I'm kind of curious what's going to happen next.