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B onnie had just come more times with Corey than she’d ever come with anyone before, and he wanted more? She wasn’t sure she would survive it. But she ached deep inside. She felt empty. She wanted to feel him inside her. And if he was as good at intercourse as he was with everything else, she knew she’d be coming at least once, possibly more.
He didn’t move. He didn’t push, instead he stayed above her, watching her, and waiting for her to answer.
“I want it all. I can’t wait to feel you inside me, but I don’t have protection. I wasn’t planning on this.”
“I wasn’t either, but I didn’t spend nearly ten years in the Army without learning to be prepared.” He pushed himself off the bed, bent and picked up his jeans. After a moment he was back, a foil packet in one hand. “This is all I have right here. There are more in my duffle, but I haven’t unpacked it yet.” He tossed it up toward the pillows then with what seemed like no effort at all, shifted her until she lay entirely on the bed. “I could have worked with the other, but I think this will be better.”
He shot her a grin before lowering his mouth to cover hers in another searing kiss. She could taste herself on him but somehow it only served to make the whole thing more erotic.
“Damn. I could lose myself in you,” he said as he broke the kiss, reaching for the condom as he kissed his way along her neck again.
Bonnie ran her hands along his shoulders and arms. She loved the way he felt. Hard muscle under supple skin. Like harnessed energy and strength that could either hold the world back or bring it to her, whichever she wanted.
Her head seemed to spin as Corey let his hands and lips play along her skin. She didn’t know what was happening in the rest of the world and she didn’t care. All that mattered was the two of them. When he pushed inside her, Bonnie’s breath caught in her throat. The stretch was more than she’d felt in a long time, making her wonder for a moment why, but she didn’t think about it long as all coherent thought was pushed aside in the rush of feeling that swept over her.
Corey filled her, pausing a moment deep inside her. “You okay?” he asked, dropping a gentle kiss on the end of her nose.
“I’m better than okay, keep going, or I may have to take charge.” She stretched up to steal another thought scattering kiss.
A growl rumbled from his chest, and she couldn’t tell if he liked the idea or not, but he started moving, pulling out until just the tip of his cock remained inside her then thrusting back inside again, stealing her breath, and driving all thoughts from her head.
All she knew was she wanted more, she needed more. She didn’t care what it took to get there, but she had no doubt he would make sure she did.
Later, as she lay limp and exhausted in Corey’s arms, she wondered how he’d done it. He’d managed to make her come not once but twice more before he’d lost control and come with her on that second one. Now though, she was exhausted. She didn’t know if she had the energy to get up, much less go to the dinner Lurch had said they were expected at.
“Stop thinking so hard.”
Corey’s voice made her turn and look at him. His face wore a scowl, but she’d seen him do that enough she knew he wasn’t serious or not too serious.
“What do you mean?”
“I mean I can hear your mind spinning over there. If you have the energy to do that, I didn’t do my job right.”
“Oh you did everything right. I was just thinking that I’m not sure I’ll have the energy to go to dinner.”
“It’s still a couple hours until then. Rest. I’m hopeful that after a good meal you’ll have the energy for another round.”
Bonnie couldn’t help but laugh at the cheer in his voice. “I think you’ve got high hopes there.”
“I do. I was hoping you’d like a chance to take over and be in charge enough to find the energy.”
That idea did something to her. She hadn’t thought it possible, but heat pooled low in her belly again. And though she was exhausted, she couldn’t help but slide one hand along his chest. “I might be talked into it.”
A couple of hours later, after a shower and a change of clothes, Bonnie found herself walking beside Corey on the path he’d told her about earlier in the day. Her stomach fluttered as she thought about the meal ahead. Meeting with Corey’s friends as well as his boss and the owner of the ranch. She wasn’t sure what she feared about meeting everyone. They were people too, and there were even a few women in the group. She hoped that would be in her favor, though she would be the first to admit she didn’t always get along with other women.
It had been less of an issue when she was still living at home, most girls from a teeny ranching town were more into horses and riding than shopping and makeup, though there was always at least one, if not an entire group of them, even if it was only three or four in the group.
“How many people will be there?” she asked as they made their way through a short stretch of trees.
He tilted his head but remained quiet for a moment. “Including us, a dozen I think, maybe fourteen.”
“Oh. Wow. Somehow, I thought it would be more.” A dozen new people wasn’t a small number to meet, but it could be worse and if three or four were women, she might find someone she could like. That could go either way though.
“I think Lurch is looking for a couple more to make sure we’re not too overworked when things get busy, but I’m not certain.” He lifted one shoulder in a dismissive shrug. “I’m all for more men, maybe we can convince them to do the stuff I hate, instead of me having to.”
“Cleaning stalls?” That had always been her most hated chore, and the one her brothers tried to dump on her the most often. No only was it smelly, but it made her back ache.
“No, I don’t mind that so much. What I’m not so fond of is when a mare has trouble dropping a foal and you have to intervene.”
She felt a small shudder pass through him, vibrating down his arm to where he held her hand as he tugged her along the path.
“But that takes at least a little experience, more maybe knowledge of horses is a better requirement. Depending on where he’s looking, you might not get that with additional people.”
He shot her a look she was learning was his playful scowl. “Hey, are you on my side or what? You’re supposed to back me up no matter what I say.”
“Nah. That’s what a brainless puppet does. I’ll tell it to you how I see it, at least when it’s just the two of us.”
“And if there’s someone else involved?” His voice had gone soft, and somehow Bonnie got the sense that this wasn’t as light of question as it seemed.
“That depends on the situation, I guess. I’d like to say I’ll have your back, always, but without knowing what’s going on, I can’t guarantee it one hundred percent.” They took a few steps and she continued. “I can’t think of any situation where I wouldn’t back you, but I have a hard time with absolute statements.”
“I’ll take that. It’s better than I had from the last person I saw even semi-seriously.”
“Is that what we’re doing now? Seeing each other?” She hadn’t wanted to ask. And she hadn’t wanted to put a title on it without his input. But she also didn’t fall into bed with just anyone. And they’d done more than fall into bed together a few hours ago.
“That’s the least I’d say about it, considering this afternoon. And just so you know, as long as this thing lasts between us, you’ll be the only one I’m seeing. I’m not the kind of guy to string several women along while screwing them all. Sex is kind of a commitment with me, at least a commitment that you’re the only one. I know we didn’t talk about it before, but I hope it’s the same for you.”
She looked up from the trail to watch his face for a moment, trying to gauge what he was thinking. But his expression had gone blank.
“The last person I’d slept with was Phillip, and we know how that turned out. I wasn’t planning on getting involved with anyone for a long while.”
“I can see why you might feel that way. He leaves a bad taste in my mouth, and I’ve barely met the man.”
“Bad taste? Yeah, you could say that. He’s enough to make a woman swear off men entirely,” she said as they approached a two story house that looked like it had been there for years. It was an older style, and looked like someone had let the maintenance go for a long time, but someone was working on it now. New railing on the porch and freshly painted stairs leading up to it told her they had likely been replaced too.
“I’m sure glad you didn’t do that.” He tugged her to a stop beside him. “It gets loud in there sometimes, and it can be overwhelming. But don’t worry. I’ll be there with you and if it gets to be too much, say something and we can leave.”
“Are you sure?” She didn’t know why he thought she might get overwhelmed, then it occurred to her. Did it overwhelm him sometimes? Was he worried about her enduring something that caused him problems?
“I’m sure, sweetness. You say the word and I’ll come up with a reason to get us out of there.” He squeezed her hand.
“Thank you.” She stretched up to place a quick kiss on his cheek. His being worried about her and wanting her to be comfortable was sweet. In return, she would watch him and make sure he wasn’t getting overwhelmed. If it looked like he was, she’d let him know she was ready to leave. She didn’t even mind if he used her as the reason.