Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 77827 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 389(@200wpm)___ 311(@250wpm)___ 259(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77827 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 389(@200wpm)___ 311(@250wpm)___ 259(@300wpm)
“I want you to choose me.” Her eyes are pleading, and I know what she’s trying to tell me.
Todd just walked out those doors after insulting the life she loves, her home. These stables, her horse, everything that she is. He didn’t choose her when he decided to sneak behind her back and have a vasectomy, and he sure as hell never put her first. Even though I’ve waited for her, I’ve been choosing her every damn day for years; she just wasn’t here to see it. I need to keep showing her that I will always choose her.
She’s right. She doesn’t need the flowers or the fancy room for us to be together. She just needs to know she’s wanted.
I’m the man for that job. No one will ever want her the way that I do.
“Come with me,” I tell her. I tug my pants up over my ass and reach for her hand. She puts hers in mine and allows me to lead her to the back of the stables, where there is a stall that’s unused. The door creaks when I push it open.
“What are we doing?”
“You want me, Bay. Baby, I’m yours. Anytime. However, I won’t let someone else see you like that. No matter what. If we’re in this stall, you’ll be covered, and we have time to react if someone else comes in here.”
I’m rewarded with a smile. “You’re always taking care of me.”
“I’ll never stop, if you let me,” I tell her. “Now, come here.” I step into the stall, and she follows me. I close the door and turn to face her. “Boots off. Step out of those leggings.”
She doesn’t argue, just does as I ask. Her big blue eyes are heated as she shimmies out of her leggings and underwear.
“These, too?” she asks, holding her light pink panties on the tip of her finger.
“Those are mine,” I tell her, snatching them and shoving them into my back pocket.
“Hey!” she protests.
“I’ll buy you more, but let’s be real here, I’ll probably steal those, too.” I grin, and she shakes her head, a smile pulling at her lips. “Come here, baby.” I motion for her to come closer, and she does. “Tell me you want this. That you want me.”
“I want this. I want you.”
There’s conviction in her voice and in her eyes. I slide one hand behind her neck, pulling her into a kiss, while my other hand slips between her thighs. Her pussy is dripping for me, and I groan. “Baylor.” I breathe her name. I’ve wanted her for so long, and to be standing with her like this, knowing that want isn’t one-sided, it’s overwhelming in the best of ways.
I slide one finger inside her, and she sucks in a breath. “Talk to me, beautiful. Are you good?”
“So good, Mac. Don’t stop,” she says, her voice raspy with need.
I add another finger, and her hands move to grip my arms. Even through the thick fleece-lined flannel I’m wearing today, I can feel the bite of her nails, and I can’t help but wish there was nothing between us, no clothes, so I could feel that bite, let her mark me. I’m already hers.
A horse stomps, another nickers, and in the midst of all of that, our heavy breathing is accompanied by the sound of my fingers inside her. My cock is already starting to leak. Pulling my hand free, I shove my fingers into my mouth and have to fight my eyes rolling back in my head. She’s so fucking sweet. Moving to my jeans, I pull them over my hips, letting them fall, and bend, placing my hands on the backs of her thighs.
“Legs around my waist,” I tell her as I lift her into my arms. She shrieks, then laughs as she wraps around me. My cock is nestled against her pussy, and she’s drenched already. “Fuck,” I say, because this moment is one that I could live in forever, and one I know that I’ll never forget.
Reaching between us, I run my cock through her folds, getting myself wet so I don’t hurt her. I line myself up, and I’m just about to push in when I freeze. “Fuck,” I say, pulling my hips back.
“What? It’s okay if you don’t want this,” she rushes to add.
“I want this. I want you. I don’t have a condom. I almost forgot. You’ve got me so worked up, I didn’t even consider it. And double fuck, I don’t have one on me.”
“Oh,” she says, her mouth widening. “I’m uh, not on the pill. I tossed them when I left New York. I never imagined myself here, like this, not this soon,” she confesses.
I nod, disappointment rolling over me, but I should have been more prepared.
“Did you mean all those things you said earlier? About babies and a family?” My cock twitches, and her eyes widen.