Chapter 25 #3
“Quinn, I know that. I don’t think you’d ever do that.
” I get closer to her. “I know this because my best friend has three kids under the age of eight, and he’s pretty lazy out there on the ranch.
” Partly joking, I wink, and Quinn graces me with her laughter, each soft note curling around the sore spots on my body, easing the pain just a little.
“Tell me again, that part about not being with another woman until me,” she says, nuzzling into me in a way that makes my eyes grow heavy as contentedness seeps into my pores.
“It’s true,” I tell her, easing her head onto my chest, against my pec. I’m sore, but the weight of her on me feels more like a relief than anything else.
We sway in the comfortable silence, letting important things go unsaid, because the moment is so content.
Then Quinn slides her hand over my cock and blinks up at me.
“I hate to end this perfection,” she whispers, sitting up. Seeing her rub me over my pajama pants under the cover of the blanket is scrambling my brain. “But I’m absolutely famished.”
My brows pull together and I hook a thumb toward the house, namely the kitchen. “I can fix you a sandwich.” She’s still rubbing my cock, and I’m fully erect. “I need a minute, but I’m happy to fix you one.”
She smirks, and mischief dances in her pupils. “The only thing to cure my hunger is your cock, cowboy, so why don’t you take me upstairs so I can have my way with you.”
I nearly take the whole porch swing with me when I snatch her up, with the blanket dragging behind us.
Quinn giggles, burying her laughter in my chest as I tread through the house, up the stairs, and down the hall.
I lower her to her feet at the threshold of my door, after she taps against my chest a few times.
Pressing on her toes, she cups a hand to my ear, and whispers, “I’m gonna go turn Sadie’s sound machine on, I’ll be right back. ”
Inside my bedroom, I fish the box of condoms out of the nightstand drawer, from underneath my stack of mystery books.
Sadie never comes in here and really doesn’t go through my things because I’m a grown old man and she’s a little girl and there is very little overlap in her interests and the things in my nightstand. Still, I felt compelled to hide them.
Now, with the teal-and-blue box in my hand, I think about what this box really means.
Quinn and I are about to make love.
But the plan still stands, no matter how many quiet little nothings we share on a bench or not. I wouldn’t be holding this box if either of us really thought she could stay when this is over.
The door opens, and Quinn slips in, quietly closing it behind her using her hip. All of my thoughts thankfully drain into one singular emotion as she tugs her long hair off her neck, putting it into a ponytail.
Desire.
She looks at the box, then up at me, hunger in her eyes. “One more thing. You got a rigging handy?”
My brow furrows, but I don’t lose my hard-on at the mention of the leather handle I hold while I ride. “A riggin’?”
She nods, not adding any clarifiers.
I scratch the back of my head. Some guys custom-order riggings before their final ride, but not me.
And not just because I can’t afford it. Hell, I know a saddler out in California that’d make me a nice Barstow Texas High Lift for a damn good price.
But new isn’t tried and true. New hasn’t seen the worst and held tight through the best.
I use what I practice with, and I don’t care how old and worn out it is or looks.
“I got my usual out there.” I don’t nod to the barn, she knows where it is. She’s seen both me and Tate strap my riggin’ to the bronc’s withers and just as much, she’s seen us unbuckle it, pull it off, clean it, and hang it back up.
“Go get it.”
I’ve never taken those stairs so fast. I’m back with my rigging and my hard-on in what feels like thirty seconds.
Quinn is completely naked when I reenter my room, her clothes a beautiful pile on my floor, body positioned on my side of the bed, sheet pulled up to cover everything that makes my mouth water.
“That was fast.”
I hold out the rigging. “I didn’t want to keep you waiting.”
She nods to the spot next to her. “Put it there, and put the sheet over, then come lie here where I am.” She slips out from under the sheet, and the sight of her bare, tanned ass, each globe perky and full, makes me groan.
Quinn giggles as she walks past me, hands keeping her perfect breasts hidden for the moment. “Go on,” she teases.
Around the side of the bed, I place the rig on the mattress and drag the sheet up, creating a small tent.
I begin to climb into bed but Quinn stops me, telling me to get naked first. The way she watches as I peel off my shirt, and how her mouth parts and a little sigh leaves her when I shove down my pants, gives me the confidence to obey and give her what she’s asking, instead of pin her to the mattress and take everything I need and want.
I flop down on the bed. “Hands behind your head.”
I do as she says and tuck my hands behind my head and watch as she climbs back onto the mattress, this time straddling the covered rigging.
Her tits sway and there are so many heavenly places to look, I find myself having trouble focusing. The tips of her breasts stiffen as she leans back, positioned over the rigging the same way I put her up on Daisy the other day.
Ready to ride.
“Now, I’m gonna make myself feel really good on your rigging, and you’re gonna watch. And then when I’m done with this, I’ll have you.”
I don’t even mean to groan, but I do, and Quinn giggles, reaching over to drag her fingers through the hair on my lower belly. “See, all this time with you has me wild, Landry,” she says as her hips begin to rove, and my pulse picks up.
“I’ve longed to feel you inside me, Landry,” she continues, grinding her bare pussy over my rigging, that sheet the only thing keeping my hand from smelling like her perfect cunt tomorrow. “I’ve wanted to fuck you silly since I got here, did you know that?”
My mouth is dry, my throat is hoarse, and my dick throbs where it lies against my belly, but I still somehow manage to admit, “No, no I didn’t.”
“Well,” she huffs, rolling her hips in a way I’ve only ever seen in music videos.
On the sheet, a dark spot forms, and I realize it’s because she’s so wet.
“I have. And I’m sure the moment I humped your dick you realized, but just in case you didn’t, let me tell you now.
I want your cock, Landry. I want to feel you explode deep inside me.
I want to run my fingers over your muscles and feel you twitch and flex.
I want to drag my tongue over your sweaty skin and taste the way I make you hot,” she hums as she tips her head back, the ends of her ponytail skating against her lower back.
Sweat glistens on her skin, her breasts swaying as she humps, moaning as she finds delightful friction in my rigging.
“I love feeling the place you hold tightest when you’re out there.
I feel your power and strength beneath me, where you hold. ”
I shake my head, a filthy response stuck in my throat. Hell, words aren’t even making it from my brain right now. What she’s saying, what she’s doing… I’m in awe, I’m dying to get inside her, I’m fucking obsessed.
“I dream of waking you up this way,” she teases, her words breaking apart as her breathing intensifies. Pausing, she reaches down, spreading herself open for me to see. “I’m so sticky, so swollen, Landry,” she whispers, “can you see? Do you see how you make me feel?”
I reach down and grip myself, because I have to do something or I’ll lose my mind. “Quinn,” I rasp, my voice shattered in my throat, the invisible desire in this room so impossibly thick I can hardly breathe.
“I want you when you’re grouchy,” she promises, the sheet bunching beneath her small fists, sweat glistening along her hairline.
“I want you after a long day out with the animals. After a hard, long ride. After you’ve drank too much, or worked too hard, I want you, Landry Vaughn, and I need to know,” she breathes, her thighs spreading as she sinks down on the rigging a bit more, eyes snapping shut.
“I need to know if you want me,” she adds, pinching her bottom lip between her teeth as she thrashes, her stomach tightening, head falling all the way back.
“Oh god, Landry,” she moans, her eyes opening, finding mine in the chaos of her release.
“I’m coming for you, cowboy.” I stroke myself just once as I watch her unravel on my rigging, the sheets crumpled and damp as she slides off and rolls onto her back next to me, hot and panting.
“Fuck me now, please,” she begs, and I knock the rig out of bed with a thud, nudging her into the center.
I find myself between her legs, and my lips burn to taste the forbidden fruit.
“Can I kiss you? Can I taste you?” I ask, but her eyes move past mine, to my erection bobbing angrily between us. She shakes her head. “I need you inside me, and I need it now.”
I look down at her swollen pussy lips and blooming clit, and try very hard not to remember the way she just rode my rigging, grinding herself against it until she exploded. “I want to taste you so bad,” I admit, feeling almost desperate for it at this point.
She drags her fingernails through the thick scruff lining my jaw, her green eyes hooded and hazy, so beautiful.
“Not tonight.” From the nightstand, she grabs the box of condoms, and our eyes lock as she retrieves a singular foil square.
She brings it to my mouth. “Bite.” I take the top of the package between my teeth and she pulls.
Her tits jiggle, and the square rips open.
I spit the foil strip from between my teeth as she reaches down between our bodies.
“Ready?” she asks as she drops the latex ring over my crown.