CHAPTER 28
Tally
There are moments in your life that you just know you’ll remember forever. That when you’re old and gray, lying on your deathbed, God willing, you’ll still remember every second.
This kiss—no, this night—is that moment for me.
I’m positive that no man will ever look at me the way Walker has tonight. Like he can’t get close enough. Like he wants my taste infused in his blood. Like he’ll hurt anyone who gets between us.
The ache for him has grown during the last few weeks, from a dull, ever-present throb to an overpowering obsession I can’t ignore.
I’m reckless in my need for him, dancing in a field as lightning illuminates the sky. Nothing is as scary as the feeling that consumes me when our lips finally touch. When he licks at my mouth, grips my hips, and lifts me into his arms. When he tilts his head just so and devours me.
The rain continues to fall in sheets, and my dress clings to me. Still, I feel none of it. Only Walker. My cowboy.
“Need these clothes off,” Walker rasps before going in for another kiss. He hauls me higher in his arms and begins walking forward, though I have no idea where he’s going because I can’t see and I don’t dare break contact to look.
Fingers dig into my hair as he cradles my head, protecting me from bouncing too much as he carries me to safety. Somewhere warmer.
I jostle slightly in his arms as he steps onto a wooden porch, and for a moment he pulls back and I suck in a breath. Oxygen fills my lungs but I still feel dizzy. With want, with this need that makes my vision hazy.
“You okay?” he asks. We’re beneath a porch covering so the rain no longer strains my vision, though the water is still streaming down both of our faces. He wipes the droplets from my eyes and, when I open them, I’m met with the most beautiful smile.
“I’ll be better when we’re both naked.”
He laughs. “Getting there, Wildflower.”
But before he has a chance to grab for the door, I’m reaching for him again.
My hands dig into his hair as I press my mouth to his.
He groans and lifts me up, his fingers slipping beneath the fabric of my dress as he squeezes my bare cheeks, which are now damp from my dress. “Fuck, you feel so good.”
“Don’t stop,” I whimper as one of his fingers dips beneath the fabric of my thong.
“We should go inside,” he murmurs against my lips, but even as he says it, his fingers explore. “Holy fuck, you’re soaked.” He groans against my moan, sucking on my tongue as my eyes roll to the back of my head.
“Please,” I beg. I don’t know what I even want from him. All I know is that I need him to keep touching me. Everywhere. White-hot flames burn beneath my skin. He’s setting my body on fire with every swipe of his finger against my cool skin.
“Need me to take the edge off?” His knuckle grazes my clit, and I sigh in relief. Walker’s dimple pops as he presses me against the wall of the house, his smile wolfish. “That feel good?”
I nod and our breaths mingle together as he continues to move his fingers slowly, his eyes never leaving mine as he studies my every reaction.
How my eyes dilate. How the whimpers slip from my lips. How a blush fans across my cheeks. In his deep, raspy voice, he details the expressions on my face as his finger slowly slips inside me and my mouth falls open in shock.
I’m going to come. It’s embarrassing how quickly he’s getting me there, but I know without a doubt that the way he’s thrusting his finger and grinding his palm on my clit, I’m going to explode.
His brown eyes never leave mine, and his mouth eats my every moan and whimper until I’m clamping down and pulsing, warmth spreading over my body like the jets from a bubble bath.
I’m hot and unbelievably turned on, my need for him nowhere near fulfilled. “More,” I groan.
Walker swallows like he can’t get a word out just yet, then he reaches for the door handle and carries me inside.
He’s just set me on my feet and is reaching for the buttons on my dress when I register where we are.
It’s one of the cottages. I’d worried he hadn’t made much progress, but this one is in better shape than I thought.
I glance around. Most of the room is covered in white sheets, and the walls look like they’ve been freshly painted.
“When did you have time to do all this?”
Walker shakes his head. “Later. We’ll talk later.”
His lips trail down my neck, and all thoughts fall away.
My hands go to his waist, and I tug on the hem of his shirt. “Off.”
His laugh is husky as he steps back and pulls it over his head with one hand. Then he’s kicking off his waterlogged boots and stripping off his wet jeans.
Though my rain-soaked clothes are dripping all over the hardwood floors, I can’t seem to move as Walker stands before me, completely nude. His cock is hard, standing tall and straining toward me.
“Holy big dick,” I whisper, unable to get over just how large he is. I lick my lips. “Are all cowboys that well-endowed?”
He grunts as he steps one foot forward, but I hold up my hand. “Wait.” His brows raise. “Touch yourself,” I demand.
A smirk kicks up the side of his face, pulling that dimple deeper into his cheek. “You want a show?”
I nod. God, do I.
“Need you out of those dripping clothes first. Can’t have you getting sick on me.”
I push down one of my boots with my heel and then kick it across the room before doing the same with the other one. “Worried about me not being able to help at the festival?” I tease.
He grips his cock and runs his hand down the smooth expanse. “No, I’m worried about you, Wildflower. I couldn’t give a fuck about the festival.”
Those words are heady. So is the visual in front of me: Walker working himself slowly as I continue to undress.
My bra and panties stick against my skin after the spring thunderstorm.
I peel off my panties, keeping my eyes on Walker as I bend down, not wanting to miss a moment of what he likes.
Learning how he wants to be touched, how I can please him.
If tonight is what I’ll be thinking of on my deathbed, I want him to feel the same. I want to ruin this man so he’ll never be able to escape the thoughts of the wild night he had with his wildflower.
Finally both naked, he steps closer. “What do you want first?”
“What are the options?” I tease, my eyes dancing.
Walker wraps one hand around my neck and pulls me to him.
My skin heats the moment my breasts hit his chest. He pulls my hair tighter, and my head falls back just so, forcing my mouth up.
He runs his nose from right behind my ear to my neck, sending shivers cascading over my body.
“You can have my mouth.” He presses his warm, open mouth against my neck and sucks.
“Or my fingers.” He breathes against my skin, and my sex clenches, empty and waiting. “Or my cock,” he purrs against my ear.
I keen forward and grasp his length, pulling a whispered “Fuck” from him. He’s silky smooth as I glide my hands down and cup his balls. “I’ll take one of each, please.”
His husky laugh against my shoulder is followed by his hot tongue. Then he reaches down and rolls his thumb across the head of his cock. He pushes his glistening thumb between us, all the way up to the edge of my lips, and then commands, “Open.”
I do, and when he slides his thumb against my tongue, I suction my lips around it and suck the salty pleasure from him.
My mouth waters, needing more, and a whimper slips from my throat. “You’re a needy little thing, aren’t you?”
Pulling his thumb back, he glances around and then pushes us back toward the white cloth–covered furniture. He grabs the sheet, exposing what is clearly a new couch. “Sit.”
I almost laugh at how, even during sex, he’s a man of few words.
“Please,” I chide.
He grunts as he grabs his cock, squeezing like he needs it to hold him over. “You want me to beg, Tally girl?”
If I thought I was on a high before, nothing compares to that idea. I nod. “Yes.”
Walker isn’t a boy like the guys I’ve fooled around with in the past. This is a man who knows what he wants. Who is comfortable enough in his own body to submit to whatever I ask. Who revels in pleasing me.
He leans closer, pressing a kiss to my lips. “Please, Wildflower,” he mumbles against my lips. “Please sit your pretty ass down on this couch, spread those legs, and let me use this mouth the way I’ve been thinking about since I first saw you.”
Even though he’s just begged like I asked, he pushes down, gently, on my shoulders, forcing me to lower to the couch.
There’s something about that juxtaposition that has me overheating—him forcing me down while also begging for my submission.
It has me nervous I’ll leak all over this brand-new couch, so at the last minute, I grab the sheet before sitting the rest of the way.
“Such a good girl,” he murmurs. His praise makes my stomach flip. “You know you’re going to make a mess.”
I nod as he grips my chin to hold me in place. Then, with his other hand, he runs his cock against my lips, brushing his essence across them. “Lick,” he commands, pulling back, making it clear he means my lips.
I make a show of it, sucking them into my mouth.
“I’ll never last,” he mumbles. “But please, Tally, please suck my cock.”
The powerful elixir of his begging has me canting forward, grasping his hips and tugging him to me.
I suck him into my mouth in one swift move, and he grunts as he falls forward.
I choke because I’ve never been with anyone this big.
“Breathe, Tally,” he murmurs, catching himself and then stroking my cheek.
My eyes lift and I find that his are filled with so much warmth.
“Thatta girl, look how good you’re taking me.
Those pretty eyes of yours are watering, they’re golden for me. ”
I swallow and he curses again. “So good, Tally. So fucking good.”
The ache pulses between my legs as I continue to suck him deep, wanting this to be the best damn blow job of his life.