Chapter 29
CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
K ieran’s frustration was more than sexual, but at least he could relieve that much of it. Burying his cock deep and making Sara come, and come again, would do wonders, and he set about it with gusto.
As requested, she clamped her strong fingers on his arse and rose to meet each stroke. Any time now he’d feel the first ripple and he’d take her over the top, her cries music to his ears.
But no, she wasn’t responding the way she had the other times. Feck it all, she was thinking. His fault. He’d had to tell her his brilliant plan, hadn’t he? He’d started thoughts swirling in her head.
Thrusting once more, he paused, his gaze locked with hers. “You’re not here. You’re somewhere else.”
She blinked, clearly not expecting that, but then the truth was in her eyes. “It’s my problem, not yours.”
He shook his head. “Our problem. Tell me.”
“When you’re at the ranch, and I can’t be there…”
“That’ll drive you crazy.”
“I’ll handle it.”
“You won’t have to.” He lost another piece of his heart. “I won’t be stopping in Newark, is all.”
“You won’t tell me you’re?—”
“Right. It’s better if I?—”
“No! I want you to tell me. I’ll handle it.”
Grand. Now they were arguing in the middle of the action. “Then I’ll tell you.” He returned to the gentle rhythm that had worked so well when they’d first made love. “I’ll do better than that. I’ll schedule the flight so I can spend the weekend with you. I’ll do the same on the way back. We’ll have four whole days together.”
“That cuts into your time with Lucky.”
“It was never just about Lucky.” He rocked his hips slowly, coaxing her back to the moment, to this miracle they’d created together. “You were there first. It’s always been you.”
“And the ranch.”
“And you.” He kept moving and gradually the barriers slipped away.
“And this family.”
“And you.” There it was, the glow in her eyes, the faint tinge of pink on her cheeks.
“And the…” Her breath caught as the first twinge squeezed his cock. “The mountains.”
He smiled. “And you.” Shifting the angle, he thrust faster. He’d meant to wait, to give her two climaxes to his one. But instead he’d come with her. She liked it when he did that. So did he.
Holding her gaze, he gloried in her response, her body arching into his, her thighs trembling. Driving home, he let go, his rhythm matching hers. His gasps blended with her cries, and… a tune? The chime of his mobile?
Who would be calling him? And why?
“Is that… is that your?—”
“Yeah.” He gulped for air. “I’d better….” Holding the condom in place, he made a quick trip to the bathroom. While he was in there, the tune, a snatch of Comin’ Through the Rye , stopped. A moment later the phone pinged with a message.
When he returned, Sara stood with his jeans in one hand and his mobile in the other. “They left a message.”
“I heard.”
“You do have good ears.”
“My eyesight’s perfect, too, if you’re taking stock.”
“I am, and I’ve decided your heart’s way too big.” She handed over his mobile.
“It matches my schlong.” That earned him an eyeroll. He grinned and checked his mobile. “It’s from Rance.” He tapped the message.
Hi, buddy — got some bad news. Thunder’s temporarily out of commission. Acted up on the way into town so I stopped by the dealership. Some tricky computer malfunction. They need to do a complete diagnostic, which means an overnight stay. Sorry. Thunder should be back in operation by tomorrow night, though. Hope you and Sara took advantage of me being at work.
He glanced at her. “Good thing we did.”
“Thanks to you. And by the way, I looked at the time when I pulled your phone out. We should probably head over to the house.”
“Hate to, since we won’t have tonight.”
“But we’ll be together at the house and when you come back here, you can finally get some sleep. I’m sure you need it.”
He laid the mobile on the bedside table and gathered her close. “I need you.”
“And I need you.” She gazed up at him. “I’ve tried to pretend that comes as a big surprise, but a part of me always knew I’d fall like a ton of bricks.”
“Have you ever seen a ton of bricks fall?”
She smiled and shook her head. “Have you?”
“I did, yeah. A ton is about four hundred and fifty bricks, or about a hundred square meters. I took part in a demolition once. A ton of bricks coming down makes your ears ring.”
She wound her arms around his neck. “When you make love to me, my ears ring. Must be all those bricks falling.”
“Must be.” He gave in to the urge to kiss her, just once more, and then he didn’t want to let her go.
But he had to. He might as well get used to it. His future would be filled with moments of pulling her close and letting her go. It wasn’t what he wanted, but it was better than nothing.