Total pages in book: 117
Estimated words: 115683 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 578(@200wpm)___ 463(@250wpm)___ 386(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 115683 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 578(@200wpm)___ 463(@250wpm)___ 386(@300wpm)
Inhale. Exhale.
I don’t think anyone loves condoms, but tonight, I’m grateful we’re using ’em. I might actually last longer than sixty seconds.
Lainey wraps her hand around me. “Come here, cowboy.”
Yes, ma’am.
Curling my hand around her thigh, I hike her knee up to my hip. Leaning in, I suck her nipple into my mouth before I climb over her.
Skin on skin on skin.
She’s warm, soft, and I moan at the feeling of safety that comes over me.
Which makes no sense. I’m an exposed nerve, a man at her mercy. But somehow I know she’s gonna take care of me.
She won’t make a fool of me by faking anything. Her eyes lock on mine as I lift my head, and she holds eye contact as I circle her clit with my head, then slide lower.
She’s here. Fully present.
I fucking love that.
Even through the condom, she feels impossibly hot and tight.
I can’t believe you’re letting me have you.
Her nipples brush against my chest on an inhale. Her hands are on my sides, her fingertips trailing ribbons of fire along my skin as she explores my body.
“Colt?”
I find her entrance, fireworks erupting in my skull as I push a little inside her. “Yeah?”
“How are you—the muscles here”—her hand coasts up my arm—“you’re huge, a brute. But so—oh—gentle when you wanna be.”
I’m pushing a little more inside her, her slick swollenness pulling me deeper. “With you. Only. With—you.”
“Not true. Your son. Family. The horses.”
I’d smile at the fact that neither of us can formulate complete sentences if I didn’t want to yell.
“Fuck.” I push deeper. “You. Good. Let me—”
“Yes,” she breathes, swirling her fingertips in my chest hair before thumbing my nipple. “I’m never…so much pressure—”
“Too much?”
She grabs my ass and pulls me down. “Not enough.”
I settle more of my weight on her, pinning her to the mattress as I bury myself to the root. She shuts her eyes, brows pulled together, but there’s a smile on her lips. The need in my core skyrockets. I kiss her throat, her jaw, trying my damnedest to keep it together as her cunt squeezes me.
She comes first. Always.
But then she rocks her hips, moving our bodies in a tiny thrust as she trails her lips over my jawline. They move up.
Move to the corner of my mouth.
I’d just have to turn my head to capture those lush lips in a kiss.
Reaching between us, I thumb her clit. “Tell me again—I don’t understand—why won’t you kiss me?”
She opens her eyes. I pull back my hips. Give her another small thrust. The barbell of her piercing glides across my own nipple.
Need. So much of it. Coiling tighter, making it hard to breathe.
Putting a hand on my chest, Lainey bites her lip.
“See, I wanna do that,” I manage, eyes on her mouth.
I roll my thumb again and again over her slickness while I begin to thrust in earnest. Her cunt flutters. Legs begin to shake.
I know the signs now. She’s close.
“Colt,” she pleads, digging her nails into my arms.
In reply, I hike her leg over my shoulder. The angle allows me to go deeper. Our fit is tight to the point of pain.
I brush my lips over her cheeks. The tip of her nose. When I duck my head to tug on her earlobe with my teeth, she glides her hand to my neck and holds me there, tenderly.
“Because the kiss—it’s the thing I always miss most.” Her voice is breathy. A little strained, like she’s trying not to cry. “And I think—I know—you’d be really good at it. I can’t—I don’t wanna miss you like that.”
My heart is going apeshit inside my chest.
She likes me.
Likes me.
Heart on her sleeve. No games. No playing coy.
A rush of blood moves up my length as I pump inside her. My hips jerk. I’m gonna come soon.
I’m gonna be honest. Because that feels like the next right thing.
“Honey, I’m already gonna miss you like that.”
Her eyes well. I press my thumb to her clit. She cries out, her entire body rising into mine as her cunt clamps down on me.
The pressure is agony. Searing white light fills my head. Tears trail down her temples.
Lainey didn’t give me permission to kiss her like I wanna. So I kiss away her tears, capturing their saltiness with my lips.
I come two heartbeats later.
Knowing all the while there’s no coming back from the things this woman has made me feel tonight. The things we said and did.
I unknowingly stepped off a cliff, and now I’m plunging to my death.
I’m falling.
Too hard. Too fast.
I love every fucking minute of it.
CHAPTER 24
Dibs on the Cowboy
LAINEY
I come.
But I can’t come down. My orgasm slowly subsides, leaving me boneless, shaking. Unable to catch my breath. My leg is still slung over his shoulder, my hip flexor screaming from being pushed well past its limit.