Episode 64
EPISODE 64
MORNING TWILIGHT
River
I open my eyes and look toward the window in Emily’s bedroom. The absolute darkness of night has softened to a deep blue. Morning twilight, I call it on the ranch. That gorgeous time before dawn when the stars, once sharp and clear, begin to fade, their light dimming as the sun approaches the horizon. At home, I witness this time often, as ranchers are up early to feed and water stock and take care of other business. It’s a beautiful time of aloneness and deep contemplation, the silence marred only by the soft whinnies of awakening horses and the easy lowing of cattle. As the birds rustle and begin their morning song, the barns emerge from the shadows. Their gray hues brighten into burnt sienna as the morning sun hits them.
I’m not on the ranch today, though. This morning, I’m in Emily’s bed, my limbs entangled with hers in her soft cotton sheets. Though I’m not outside to witness dawn here on the island, I can’t say I’m unhappy where I am. I like the feeling of Emily beside me, her breast nestled gently in my hand. My cock is stiff with morning wood, and I absently press it against her thigh.
She stirs a bit, a soft moan emanating from her. It vibrates against me, and for the first time in the last two days, I feel... Well, not peaceful exactly. Not quite calm.
Still.
I feel still .
Something about making love to Emily when I returned to her room last night helped me get here, and it wasn’t just getting off. It was being with a woman who seems to get me. Who may seem a harsh businesswoman on the outside, but inside is capable of deep feeling. A woman who’s willing to give when it’s asked of her, and in turn I wanted to give back.
Funny. We have absolutely nothing in common. But earlier, she let me use her body when I needed it. When I came to her later last night, she made it crystal clear that she was done with that, and I didn’t blame her. I don’t fuck for the sake of fucking. I’m not Brett. That man loves fucking more than anyone I know, and he’s followed closely by Seb. Alex and I are a little more discriminating. Usually, anyway. What I did last night with Emily isn’t the norm for me at all.
But lying here, her warm, beautiful body pressed against mine, I can’t bring myself to regret one second of it.
And later, when I returned to her room? That wasn’t us using each other.
That was lovemaking, pure and simple.
Are we in love? No. It’s way too soon for that. But there was an element of emotion between us that hadn’t been there earlier.
And damn...
I like it. It helps.
It helped still me.
She stirs again and this time opens one eye. “You awake?” she asks softly.
“Mmm hmm.” I stroke her hair.
She stretches and then turns in my arms so she’s snuggled against my shoulder. “Why do I feel like I’ve been claimed by a cowboy?”
Her words should alarm me, but they don’t. Despite that, I squeeze one of her perfect round tits. “You’d know if I claimed you. When a woman is mine, I leave no doubt.”
I may not be quite as big a flirt as Brett and Seb are, but I can tease when I need to.
She’s quiet for a moment but then snuggles closer, undulating her hips and brushing her hand over my erection. “So you’re keeping your options open, then. Good call. I am as well.”
I kiss her soft hair, and it tickles my nose.
She clamps her hand around my cock. “You are magnificent. I don’t normally let a man stay the night with me.”
“I don’t normally stay the night with a woman either.” It’s not a lie. Even when I like a woman and make love to her, I rarely spend the night.
She groans and works my cock. “I think I like this game.”
Game? I suppose it is a game. We’ve done nothing but play games, the women having to identify the men by touch yesterday, the men giving the women orgasms without touching their pussies. Definitely a game. Was that what Brett had in mind when he devised this event?
I took him at his word—that this was to help us find love. Partners who we could marry and who could bear our children. Become our families.
I’m quiet a moment. Then, “Games have rules,” I say. “And I think those rules are going to change today.”
Emily moves away slightly from my shoulder and meets my gaze. “Oh? Why do you say that?”
“They’ve already changed,” I say. “Rachel and Ginger have left. There are only six of you now.”
Five, actually, but she doesn’t need to know the deal I made with Brett. Either Misty goes, or I go.
Odd that I don’t want to go. That would mean leaving Emily.
Emily, who’s made it abundantly clear that a rancher’s life is not for her.
Not that it matters. It shouldn’t, anyway.
Emily snuggles back into my shoulder and gives my cock a good pull. “You leaving my room first thing in the morning will definitely make the others wonder.”
I close my eyes and groan. “That feels good.”
“Happy to oblige.” She moves from my shoulder and trails kisses over my chest and abs, climbing down my body to take my cock into her warm mouth while straddling my face.
I inhale the sweet scent of her pussy and pull her thighs so I can tongue her sweetness. I know her now—know her body, know what she likes and what will get her going.
And damn, she knows me too. She gives the greatest head I’ve ever had. She swirls her tongue over my cock and then spits until I’m good and lubed. Then she takes me nearly all the way into her throat.
I groan and slide my tongue far into her glistening cunt. I savor the flavor of her, the sounds of her soft moans vibrating from her body into mine, the sight of her sweet flesh all around me, and the feel of her thighs hugging my face like a cradle. Emily Kensington is sensory overload of the best kind.
I slide my tongue over her slick folds and then upward, to her puckered asshole, gently probing it. God, I’d love to get my cock into that ass, know that I’d taken her every way I possibly can. That will wait, though.
I leave her asshole and dive back into her pussy, tonguing her clit until she begins to gyrate into me. Her orgasm is imminent, and I stuff one finger inside her to shove her over the edge.
She sucks my cock harder as she comes, her pussy pulsing all over me, and when her orgasm begins to fade and I’m ready to come myself, I roll us over so she’s lying on her back and I climb over her, both of us facing the foot of the bed.
I kiss her lips lightly, letting her taste her juices. “Are you ready, Emily? Are you ready for me to fuck you?”
“Always,” she says on a sigh.
I thrust into her pussy.
She just came, so she’s tight as anything, and my God she feels like heaven.
I thrust, and I thrust, and I thrust, holding back as long as I can because I don’t want this pre-morning tryst to be over. When I find myself on the brink, I pull out, fist the base of my cock to hold off, and then plunge back into her.
“God, Emily,” I grunt. “You feel so good around me.”
She grits her teeth. “You do too. I love your cock, River. Good God, I’m going to come again.”
She lets out a high-pitched shriek, and I cover her mouth to quiet her. It’s early morning, and everyone’s asleep.
Her pussy clamps around me as she slides through her orgasm, and I hold back as long as I can before?—
“Fuck,” I grit out in a whisper as I spill into her.
I spill more than just my semen. I spill some of my devastation. Just a little.
But it helps.
A moment later, I pull out of her and take her in my arms, giving her a passionate kiss.
She pulls away and sucks in a breath. “My God, River. I love your cock.”
“It loves you too.” I smile at her and roll onto my side.
A few moments later, Emily’s breathing becomes steady and shallow. I kiss her lips once more, and she doesn’t stir.
I glance out the window. Morning twilight has broken, and the dark blue has burst into lighter shades of purple and indigo. Pink and orange are coming...and so is everything else.
This day...
This day will dictate so much.
I slip out of bed quietly so as not to disturb Emily, pull on my clothes, and sneak back to my suite.