Total pages in book: 120
Estimated words: 112850 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 564(@200wpm)___ 451(@250wpm)___ 376(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 112850 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 564(@200wpm)___ 451(@250wpm)___ 376(@300wpm)
I leaned forward, whispering close to Mace’s ear, “Let me do this, handsome.”
The instant shiver Mace gave sent goose bumps springing up his arm. His body pumped against my hand with more force. The foreplay coming to an end. I liked that my cowboy preferred getting on to the lovemaking.
“Lift for me,” I said, releasing my hold.
He did, repositioning his body to sit on his knees. His feet pushed under my legs for a better fit. “Yeah, come down on me,” I instructed, guiding his hips to where my cock easily breached his hole. Electrifying heat surged through me in an instant as Mace sat down, taking me to root in one sitting.
My God, the moment was mind-numbing.
I needed to give him a second to relax around me…but dammit, his hard, tight body strained over mine. The muscles and cords in his back, shoulders, and neck went taut, defined, giving me a visual I loved. Fireworks exploded behind my closing eyelids. I wanted this, and Mace, in just this way. I’d never tire of the urgency of our sex.
“You’re driving me crazy,” I murmured as my hips popped, bouncing Mace off me to have him fall back in place.
“Fuck,” Mace hissed, his head dropping forward, his hands gripping the edges of the tub as he rode out the pleasure.
“Exactly…” Who knew if the word stayed inside my head or whispered out of my mouth. His hot channel milked me so good my hips drove upward again.
Mace whispered unintelligible words as he lifted and fucked me with resolve. He took over the pace, taking me in and out with precision and force. Didn’t I know this was in my guy? Several long bliss-filled moments passed before we both settled into our powerful lovemaking. He bounced up and down, my hand traveling over his hip, caressing the tight stomach muscles that made this all possible. Mace usually gave as good as he got, but this time, my God…
My sexy lover steadily coaxed my orgasm from my body. I didn’t contest it this time, only floated in the mind-blowing love he showered me with.
“Touch your balls,” Mace growled, and I did. Pinching and rolling my sac the way Mace normally did for me.
My head plopped against the back of the tub, psychedelic color became my reality. My thrusts turned to spasms, my thighs deliciously burned under the torture.
“Oh… God… Slade.”
The only thing to make this better poured from my lips. “Tell me you love me.”
“Love you,” Mace managed. It was garbled and disturbed, and everything I needed to end this beautiful torture. “Slade…”
The scent of his come tickled my nose. He came as I continued to pump erratically up and down. Mace’s body collapsed over mine. That was all it took for my own blindingly staggering release to surge forth.
Everything I wanted from life was right here. We had to find a way to be out and open. Nothing less would do. Mace’s snore spoke of sinus problems as well as instant sleep bringing a chuckle from me.
I followed close behind the warm water the perfect temperature for oblivion.
Chapter 22
Mace
One month later
Today was pretty damned exciting. The stallion, Whiskey by name and coloring, I was currently riding had been an unexpected congratulatory gift from Kitt. The animal arrived at my barn this morning. He was as beautiful as I remembered, big and powerful, and likely the most well-trained horse I’d ever seen. What was getting to me right now was that Whiskey was the first horse I’d ridden casually since Wildflower.
Two hours later, I was more impressed than before. We were in a full gallop; his gait was extraordinary. We hit full speed, eating the miles, and Whiskey still had more energy to give. My ball cap was on backward, my body tucked in around Whiskey, encouraging Whiskey to keep going with the reins in my hands. The speed was exhilarating. I’d missed that feeling of freedom, riding with nothing more than the wind in my face and the ground beneath Whiskey’s hooves.
Well that, and the mounds of dust caking my body from this being one of the dryest summers on record.
If I were a good boyfriend, I’d send a quick message to let Slade know that Whiskey and I were good. He’d been worried this morning when Whiskey and I were taking off by ourselves. I’d only planned to be gone long enough to see what Whiskey had, but I’d stayed out longer than I’d reckoned, exploring everything this big guy had to offer.
In the distance, I spotted Slade’s security, mine I guessed too, but they kept a distance. I hoped they kept Slade advised. My actor was turning into a control freak, and I was still his obsession. Of course he’d know what was happening with me.
I eased back in the seat, Whiskey instantly slowing to meet my movement. He was an incredible beast. What a great gift from Kitt, the man who had easily become a close mentor and friend over the last thirty days.