Chapter 42
CHAPTER FORTY-TWO
JASMINE
My phone buzzed with a text about twenty minutes after Gabe left. I opened it to find a message from him.
Cowboy: Leave the dress on. I’ll be back.
A thrill skittered up my spine. He wouldn’t return until after dark, leaving me with several hours to sit with my anticipation. It would be unbearable, but at the same time, a delicious form of torture.
When the party was over, I helped my dad and brothers clean up. Since Mom did most of the cooking, Dad sent her away to relax. After that, I tried to keep myself occupied any way I could; painting my toenails, organizing my books, and cleaning out my closet.
I opened up my streaming app to catch the latest episode of my favorite medical drama. I’d only started watching because my cousin, Aspen, had a guest role, but then I became addicted. The two rival surgeons were about to kiss for the first time when my phone finally vibrated again.
Cowboy: Meet me in your barn.
Reading that message sent my heart rate into a gallop.
I scurried off the bed and grabbed my boots before tip-toeing downstairs.
Slipping quietly out the front door, I ran across the yard and driveway to the main barn.
We never braved meeting in this barn since it was so close to the house and saw more traffic at less predictable times.
But at night, with all the work done for the day, no one would be out here.
It was quiet when I entered. There was no movement, no indication that Gabe was even here. I called out for him as I moved further inside. The lights were dim, but I noticed flickering coming from the open door of the tack room. My pulse quickened, and my breath hitched.
Gabe stepped out wearing his signature hat and his jeans slung low on his hips.
They were halfway undone with the opening folded down low enough I could see he wasn’t wearing any underwear.
The insides of my thighs grew slick, and my mouth watered.
He drank me in, his eyes raking down my body and back up before locking with mine.
We moved at the same time, our mouths colliding and bodies melding together.
He snaked his arms around my waist, and I arched into him, moaning into his kiss.
His hands dropped to my ass and he squeezed, gathering the material in his hands and lifting it to expose my backside.
A groan of excitement fell from his lips when his palms met bare skin.
“Just as I suspected. No panties,” he mused, his voice full of gravel. I’d removed them before coming down here, knowing it would drive him wild when he discovered me bare beneath my dress.
Releasing me, he grabbed my hand and dragged me into the tack room, locking the door behind us.
There were candles lit all around the room, creating a soft glow.
A saddle lay on the floor in front of the tack box.
I tilted my head inquisitively, studying it.
When I realized it was one of his saddles, I shot him a questioning look.
His wicked grin projected all his salacious intentions.
He guided me over to the saddle and threaded his fingers through my hair. He tugged me to him, stopping with his mouth mere inches from mine.
“My saddle needs conditioning,” he said, his husky voice making my stomach clench with need. “And you’re going to help me with that.”
“How?” I asked, panting.
“You’ll see,” he said as he slipped his finger beneath the strap on of my dress and slowly dragged it down.
He leaned down and pressed a kiss to my shoulder.
His lips fluttered over my skin, stopping at my pulse point before trailing the rest of the way up my neck and to my mouth.
He kissed me long and hard before pulling back and motioning to his saddle.
“Lie back and spread your legs for me.”
I lowered myself onto the saddle, reclining so my butt and lower back rested on the seat. There was no horn, so there was nothing to hinder Gabe’s view when he dropped to his knees in front of me and hiked my dress up around my waist.
“Fuck,” he drew out, “you’re already dripping onto the leather.
” He brushed his thumb down the center, starting just above my clit and stopping at my entrance to gather my arousal.
Returning to my clit, he circled it with tight, precise strokes.
He knew exactly where and how to touch me, the perfect amount of pressure to use, and the right speed.
It was as though he had the user manual to my pleasure and could recite it from memory.
“Gabe,” I breathed, my chest heaving and my stomach tightening. “I need more.”
Leaning forward, he replaced his thumb with his mouth and sucked on my clit before swirling his tongue around it.
My head fell back as a wave of euphoria crashed over me.
He hooked his forearms under my thighs and tugged me forward, tilting my pussy up higher for better access.
Licking his way down to my entrance, he plunged his tongue inside me, and I cried out in a mix of surprise and pleasure.
He did it several more times, fucking me with his tongue and tasting all of me.
When he had his fill, he leaned back, settling on his haunches as he wiped the back of his hand over his glistening mouth.
“You taste so damn good,” he growled. My clit ached, and my pussy clenched.
My nipples were pulled into tight peaks.
Every erogenous zone I had pulsed with need.
“Untie your dress,” he demanded, his gaze zeroing in on the strings tied in a bow at my chest. I did as he said and awaited further instruction.
“Slip the other strap down your arm.” I hooked a finger under the remaining strap on my shoulder and pushed it down.
With the neckline of my dress lowered and the strings undone, my breasts were barely concealed.
I wore no bra, so all that stood between him and them was a thin piece of fabric. “Let me see those gorgeous tits.”
A zing of pleasure shot through me and a spark of triumph lit in my chest. His love of my modest breasts was a balm to the insecurities my ex had incited.
He told me on more than one occasion he’d buy me a new pair one day and mostly ignored them during intimacy.
Not Gabe. He lavished them with attention.
He showed me just how much pleasure could be derived from them.
With newfound confidence, I yanked my dress down and basked in the reverence with which he looked at me. He took a moment to simply drink me in, pussy bare and breasts on full display. He gazed at me like a mortal would Aphrodite.
“You. Are. Perfection.” My heart swelled, and I preened beneath his praise.
My stomach dipped as he slid his hands up my thighs.
His head lowered, and he peppered kisses across my lower belly as he used his fingers to spread my arousal around.
I gasped when he plunged two fingers inside me.
He didn’t give me even a second to catch my breath before his tongue was on my clit again. This time, he didn’t stop.
He licked and flicked, swirled and circled until I thought the pleasure might split me in two. He curled his fingers inside me as he slowly worked them in and out. I was on the precipice, ready to tumble over the edge. With one final flick of his tongue, I shattered.
I was still riding out the final waves of my orgasm when he lifted me off the saddle, flipped me over, and turned my body so I was sprawled across it.
Kneeling behind me, he hiked up my dress and smoothed his hands over my ass.
My skin pebbled with anticipation at the sound of his zipper lowering the rest of the way.
There was rustling as he stood and removed his jeans.
His quiet footsteps padded across the floor and a moment later, he crouched in front of me. He had a set of reins in his hands.
“You got to tie me up. Now it’s my turn.” My pulse thundered in my chest as he wound the leather around my wrists. The exhilaration made me dizzy. When he stood, his erection jutted out long and proud. My mouth watered for it, and I licked my lips. As if reading my mind, he smirked down at me.
“Not this time, Little Menace. I need to be inside you. Now.” I felt the rumble of his gruff voice down to my core.
“Yes,” I moaned shamelessly. He settled in behind me once again and grazed his hands up the backs of my thighs.
I expected him to get right to it, but he didn’t.
He took his time touching and exploring my curves.
He brushed his lips along my exposed shoulders and back before trailing them up my neck.
He settled his body over mine and cupped my chin, turning my head so he could capture my lips with his.
Pressing his hips forward, he entered me at the same moment his tongue dove inside my mouth.
I moaned and tightened around him. The position allowed him to go deeper and made me feel fuller than ever before.
“Fuck, Jasmine, you feel … fuck,” he drew out, consumed by pleasure.
I couldn’t blame him. I was overcome with sensation.
I couldn’t form a coherent thought if I tried.
Then he began to move. He thrust in and out in a rhythmic pace that had my toes curling and my legs shaking.
Between the added fullness, the angle of his penetration, and the pressure of the saddle against my hips and lower belly, my orgasm mounted quickly.
He kept hitting that spot that made tension coil deliciously deep inside.
I’d only felt it one other time before, that first night Gabe and I were together.
“You.” Thrust. “Take me.” Thrust. “So well,” he praised as everything inside me began to tighten up.
“Oh, fuck. Yes, Gabe,” I panted as the pressure grew almost unbearable. “That’s it. Yes. Harder.” He pounded into me, giving me exactly what I needed. I cried out and pinched my eyes closed as stars burst behind my lids. Gabe pulled out, and a gush of liquid warmth rushed out of me.
He growled his approval and thrust back inside. He pumped in and out, chasing his release with reckless abandon. I was a boneless, whimpering mess by the time he came, my name a whisper on his lips. He kissed my hair and the side of my face as he murmured more words of praise against my skin.
Once he caught his breath, he lifted off me and untied my wrists. Then he spread a thick blanket on the floor and pulled me into his arms, curling his body around mine.
“I’ve missed you. I’ve missed this,” he said, pressing a kiss to my shoulder. “I only got to hold you a couple times before being thrust back into reality.”
My chest tightened with regret. I wished we could do this every night.
I couldn’t wait until we could be together openly.
We needed to tell my parents about us soon.
I just hadn’t figured out the best way to do that yet.
I’d convinced myself that they would eventually come to terms with it, that one day they would accept a relationship between Gabe and me, but now that I was faced with the reality of it, my confidence wavered.
After my conversation with Nash, my doubts had multiplied.
I considered telling Gabe what he’d said, but decided against it. I didn’t want to ruin the moment or cause him any more distress, so I pushed it out of my head and decided to simply live in the moment. Rolling over, I cupped his cheek.
“I’ve missed this, too.” I pressed a gentle kiss to his lips. When I pulled back, he searched my eyes, and his throat bobbed with a rough swallow.
“I’m so glad you didn’t give up on us. I was an idiot and a coward and spent far too long trying to resist what was inevitable. I almost missed out on the best thing that’s ever happened to me,” he said, his eyes full of affection.
“Gabe,” I whispered, my heart fluttering as my chest swelled with emotion.
“You own every part of me, body, heart, and soul.”
I was struck speechless by his sweet declaration.
There were no words to express how he made me feel.
So instead of telling him, I decided to show him.
Curving my hand around the back of his neck, I brought his mouth down on mine, pouring every ounce of my adoration into the kiss.
His arms tightened around me, and I threaded my fingers through his hair.
I pulled back, holding his gaze as I guided him onto his back and straddled his hips.
Lifting my dress, I lowered myself onto his lap, trapping his rapidly hardening cock between us.
His hands bracketed my thighs, and he hissed in a breath when I started to rub myself up and down his shaft.
He gripped my hips and began guiding my movements, working his length against my aching clit.
I was already so swollen and sensitive, it didn't take long for my release to build.
My eyes stayed locked on his until the second I detonated, and they fell closed of their own volition.
I gasped and they shot open again when he thrust into me, burying himself to the hilt in one stroke. He reached up and brushed his thumb over my nipple, and I tightened around him.
“Take off the dress,” he demanded. “I want to watch you ride me.”
I tore the dress over my head and tossed it aside.
His eyes filled with reverence as they drank me in.
I rode him slowly, savoring every second.
He slid his large, calloused hands up my waist and cupped my breast, rubbing and plucking my nipples until they were tight peaks.
I rode him faster, chasing my release. His guttural groans and the flexing of his abs alerted me he was close too.
He dropped his hands to my hips and held me in place as he thrust up into me.
And this time, we came together.