Chapter 29
Knox
I have both hands kneading her ass as she’s on her knees, holding the headboard, riding my face.
She tastes so damn good. I can’t get enough of her.
The moment I sank into her tight, wet heat, I knew I was done for.
I’ve already fallen for her kind heart, quick wit, and brilliant mind. I see now this was inevitable.
There isn’t a force on earth that could keep me from this woman.
We were made for each other. I just have to get her to see it, too.
I know she has feelings for me and is clearly attracted to me.
But I also know she doesn’t fully trust me.
Not yet. I’ll do anything I can to earn that trust, I just hope we can survive the rodeo season.
Then we’ll have several months to spend time together and make this a real relationship.
She starts to rock quicker, and I slide one hand up to her bouncing tits. I know she’s close, and she confirms it by letting out a whimper when I roll a taut nipple between my fingers. I hum, increasing the sensation on her clit and it sends her over the edge.
“Fuck—Knox!” she screams my name.
I get off on her getting off. I love feeling her come apart for me.
I’ve taken my time tonight, learning every curve and desire of her body.
Like the way I can make her drip down her legs with my words alone, or how she tightens around me when I fist her hair and lick the sensitive nape of her neck.
She isn’t shy about her desires, and I love it.
I continue to lick and suck, letting her fully ride out her orgasm. Once she flips over and lays next to me panting, I roll over and smirk at her. “That’s five.”
She laughs with the biggest smile on her face. The way she isn’t afraid to laugh with me, tucked away in her bedroom brings a full smile to my face. “I don’t know about you, but that’s a personal record for me,” she says.
“Same,” I say as I grab her, pulling her to me.
I can’t go more than a few seconds without touching her.
We took a break after round three and she slept, but I couldn’t.
I just listened to her breathing. I don’t know when we’ll get this again.
I want to soak in her scent, the softness of her hair and the little noises she makes in her sleep.
At one point, she took my hand, intertwining our fingers together like she did in the barn.
Just like the first time, she was asleep, completely unaware she was doing it.
I only made it two hours before I was waking her again—my craving for her too strong.
I kiss the top of her head. “Tell me you’re mine.”
“I’m yours,” she whispers. “When do you have to leave?” she hesitantly asks.
“Early. We have a decent drive to get there.”
She rolls over and props her chin up on her hands. “Promise me you’ll be safe. Don’t take any unnecessary risks.”
I can see concern and a little bit of fear in her eyes. I need to tread lightly. With losing her mom, I know she’ll be extra sensitive about the danger I’m in every time I ride.
I nod my head. “I promise.” And I mean it.
I’ve always tried to turn out the eliminator bulls that are dirty hard to ride and try to kill you.
It’s hard enough not to get run over by the mean ones.
When you make a living with your body, getting hurt can cost you your income for months.
Or end your career. Those types of bulls just aren’t worth it to me.
I also try to get off away from the bulls and land on my feet.
That’s the key to staying healthy in this game.
I smile and look into her green eyes and give her a little wink. I can see the worry start to leave her face.
She nods, satisfied at my answer, and lays her head back on my chest. I run my hand through her hair as she wraps her arms around me and falls asleep.
Two hours later, I slide out of her hold as gently as I can, trying not to wake her. She has to work today and has maybe gotten three hours of sleep. I stand next to the bed, watching her sleep for another minute before leaning down and planting one last kiss on her forehead.
“Bye, sweetheart. I’ll see you in Estes.”
It takes every ounce of my love for bull riding to get me out that door.
I know I’d be miserable if I wasn’t riding, but it’s crushing me to leave her behind.
I’ve heard some of the married riders talk about how hard it is to leave home and even known them to turn out of a rodeo and fly home for a few days. I never understood it, until now.
I’ve never struggled with addiction—never needed a vice to get by. But now, I finally understand what it means to crave something, because Kacey has become my greatest obsession. The thought of losing her is unbearable.
I quietly get dressed and gather my things, trying to control the negative thoughts running through my head. The thoughts telling me she’ll get scared, she’ll be lonely, and she’ll end things before I even really get a chance with her. I have to trust she knows her own mind and she can do this.
When I get into the living area, I dig around until I find a pen and paper. This summer will be hard, but I refuse to let the past dictate the present—I’m not going down without a fight.