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)
My blood jumps. There’s this playful gleam in her eyes. I just—God, I love it.
“I could get on board with that.”
“Good. Do it. Now.”
I don’t hesitate. Don’t ask her if she’s sure, because she wouldn’t be saying this shit if she weren’t.
What my girl wants, she gets.
So I grab her hips and pull her down on me. At the same time, I thrust my hips so that I’m buried to the hilt inside her.
We both groan. She is swollen, perfect, and the need to rut takes over.
I let it.
Holding her hips, I start to fuck her in earnest. She cries out, but instead of going still, she starts to ride me. Tits bouncing as she goes up, down, rolling her hips in time to my thrusts.
“Thatta girl,” I say through gritted teeth. “You been practicing. Since the mechanical bull at the bar.”
“I”—she gasps when I hold her down on my dick for a beat—“wanna learn. Keep up with you.”
“I can help teach you that, honey.”
“So cocky.”
“For good reason.”
“Oh?” She arches a brow. “I don’t believe you.”
She’s baiting me. “Them’s fightin’ words.”
“Maybe I feel like fighting.”
I am holding on by a thread. About to come. About to ask this woman to marry me, because good Lord is this fun and hot. It’s the kind of sex, of conversation, that makes me feel wide-open inside. Like anything is possible.
Like the road ahead isn’t one I gotta walk on my knees, half dead, just waiting for it to be over.
It’s a road filled with possibility. And enjoyment. And excitement, because I don’t know what happens next.
A month ago, that woulda scared me.
Now, I’m chasing down that feeling like it’s my last day on earth.
I flip her onto her back. I slip out of her but put myself back inside on an easy thrust while I lean forward to capture her laugh in a kiss.
I hike her leg onto my hip so I’m able to deepen my angle. I thrust, pull back. Thrust. Tense my abdominals to keep my movements even, deep, controlled.
I start to sweat.
Her tongue glides over mine.
Kissing her one last time, I pull out of her. She cries out, but then I’m rolling her onto her belly. I’m pulling up her hips. Kneeling behind her. Sinking into her heat with a groan.
Lainey cries out when I impale her with a hard thrust, our bodies making a rude slapping noise. She pushes up onto her hands and glances at me over her shoulder.
A piece of hay hangs from her hair. I smile, even as I bite the inside of my lip to keep from coming.
I need to focus. For the first time ever, I’m able to kiss her while she comes. I want to swallow her sighs, her cusses. I want everything from this woman.
Most of all, I want her to fucking stay.
She cries out when I flip her onto her back again and kiss her lips. I bend her knee and press it to her chest, spreading her nice and wide.
“Come for me,” I breathe into her mouth, sliding back into her heat. At the same time, I run the pads of my fingers over her clit.
Lainey’s hands find my neck. “Colt—”
“Come, honey.”
Her cunt squeezes me. She yells, and I capture the sound in my kiss. Tasting her mouth while she comes on my dick—
Heaven.
She writhes underneath me as I fuck her in gutting, deep strokes, the kind that leave me panting. Our bodies stick and slide as I move. I’m shaking.
I’m coming.
She soothes the sharp sweetness of my orgasm by running her fingertips up my sides.
Still coming, I have the wild thought that sex has never been this good. Ever. With anyone. I didn’t know it could be like this.
Raw. Real.
When I come down, I wrap my arms around her and hold her against me. We’re both breathing hard.
I feel simultaneously hollowed out and overly full. I’m brimming with emotion. Can’t keep it inside anymore.
Won’t.
I let out a soft chuckle when she pushes me onto my back and rolls on top of me.
“Whatcha doin’?” I look up at her, plucking the hay out of her hair.
“Looking at you.” She leans in to press a gentle, closed-mouth kiss to my lips. “You’re beautiful.”
“Just like my dick?”
She laughs. “Just like your dick. There’s not a part of you I don’t like, cowboy.”
My pulse thunders. My tongue suddenly feels thick in my mouth.
Am I really about to do this? Spill my heart? The person I was before I met Lainey would’ve never trusted someone else with my feelings.
I wouldn’t have trusted myself.
But here I am, trusting. And I’m not dead yet.
“Lainey?”
“Yeah?”
“I got a question for you.” I tuck her hair behind her ear.
She cups my face in her hand and strokes her thumb over my bottom lip. “Shoot.”
“Speaking of—I’d appreciate it if you didn’t shoot me down.”