25. Clover
TWENTY-FIVE
Clover
Darby is snoring on Brooks’s shoulder as he takes his son up to bed. We had so much fun at the fair, and the kid passed out in the car on the way home.
“Go on, I’ll be in the bedroom,” I whisper, giving Brooks a smile.
“Okay.” He nods, grinning as he rubs his hand up and down Darby’s back.
Watching them together will never stop being adorable. Darby is such a goof with more personality than most of the world.
I adore watching the person he’s growing up to be, and I can see just how much Brooks cares about him every moment of every day.
As I wait in the bedroom, I think about the fair and everything else that’s been going on. Brooks is…something else. I can tell that he’s not used to being with someone, let alone someone who’s supporting his dreams.
I don’t want to judge, but it seems like Leah wasn’t there for him with the ranch, and I can understand how that would lead to being less than trusting with his heart.
Which is horrendously stupid. I mean, you can tell how much this means to Brooks. Is it really that hard to be supportive? Ugh.
Taking a deep breath, I let out the annoyance I feel for someone who’s not around and focus on the fantastic day we had at the fair.
And how I’m ready to end this night in style.
Just as I smile to myself, the door opens, and Brooks comes in. I grin up at him, standing from the bed and going over to wrap my arms around his neck.
“Well, hello there.” He smiles, a little surprised, and I seize the opportunity to kiss him, unable to stop myself even if I wanted to.
And I so do not want that.
He chuckles against my lips, the vibration pleasing. It’s a moment before Brooks leans back, his arms around my waist as he smirks down at me.
“And what exactly are you doing?” I hear the tease in his voice.
“I’m just going with the flow.” I lift up onto my tippy toes, kissing him again before saying, “And right now, the flow is pulling me right into your arms.”
Brooks laughs, but that deep rumble lets me know he’s on the same page that I am. Smirking, he settles me against him even more, and then his lips brush over mine, a ghost of a kiss.
“I have an idea.” The whisper is heady and teasing. “But it’s entirely up to you.”
“Okaay,” I drag out, a combination of excited and suspicious.
Brooks takes my cheek in his hand, swiping his thumb back and forth across my skin. “How’d you like to try something a little…spicy?”
“Spicy?” I smile, leaning backward as I eye him. “I’m intrigued.”
“I’d like for it to be a surprise. So,” Brooks turns me around in his arms, guiding me toward the bed, “close your eyes, Lucky. And trust me.”
The words ring in my head, but the truth is I do—implicitly. “Okay.”
Shutting my eyes, I let Brooks guide me down to the bed. I’m lying on my stomach now, and his hands smooth over me from my shoulders all the way down to my feet, where he stops and pulls off my socks.
I giggle, and then Brooks’s hands find the waistband of my jean shorts. He lifts my hips, undoing the button and zipper so he can pull the denim fabric from my body.
Raising my hips to help him, I appreciate this slow flirtation. He’s stripping me so methodically, and my heart is beating hummingbird-fast against my ribs.
“Your skin is like silk, Lucky.” I jump when Brooks’s lips touch my ass cheek where the underwear doesn’t cover it. “I could fucking devour you.”
Sucking in a breath only to blow it back out on a sharp, short laugh, I grin, still keeping my eyes closed.
“Yes, please.”
Brooks chuckles, and then the shorts are gone. Next, he returns to my waist, but this time, it’s to bundle up the fabric of my thin, button-down shirt.
I’ve fallen into the stereotypical “country” fashion since I’ve been working on the ranch, and I have to admit that there’s actually a purpose behind it. I stay cool and protected from the sun.
But now, it’s time for the shirt to go, and Brooks takes his time popping each button, which is only possible because he’s gotten me to push up onto my hands and knees.
Soon, the button-down is open, the two halves hanging freely. Brooks gently pushes me back down to the bed, working with me to get the sleeves off each of my arms in turn.
I’m topless now, only my bra and underwear covering me, and then I feel Brooks’s hand on the small of my back, all warm, calloused skin.
“Stay right there. I’m going to grab something.”
Nodding, I wait patiently, chewing on my lip from the anticipation. When Brooks returns, having gone into his drawer by the sound of things, I tense, eager to know what he’s about to do.
“Relax, Lucky.” Brooks’s lips brush my ear, sending goosebumps skittering across my skin. “I think you’ll like it.”
The bed dips as Brooks kneels over the top of me, his legs straddling my hips. One hand lightly brushes up and down my spine, and everything tingles.
I’m so aware of the sensations; each centimeter of flesh that he caresses is alive and alert. Then, there’s something else.
It’s a bit prickly but not too much, and I can feel whatever it is inch its way up my back. It nearly tickles, but there’s just enough pressure—delivered via Brooks’s steady hand—that I’m able to keep from falling into a fit of giggles.
“We don’t use these anymore. It’s not kind to the animals, but I could hardly get rid of them since they’re antiques. Belonged to my family.”
The sensation works its way up to my shoulder, where it backs off enough to have me twitching, and Brooks chuckles.
When I crack my lid to see what’s going on, there’s a little metal device in front of my face gleaming.
A spur.
“Still interested?” Brooks croons, and my mind spins with possibilities.
“Y-Yes.” I nod, flicking my eyes up to his briefly before closing them again and smiling.
This is definitely something new.
“Good.”
The little wheel makes its progression again, running down the length of my spine. I know now that it’s the tiny teeth pressing into my skin that prickles like that, and Brooks switches up between feather light and more pressure.
It’s so odd but also…incredible.
Whenever it stings, I expect it to be too much, but the flicker of pain just heightens the arousal that’s now pumping through me like five shots of rye whiskey.
“Oof,” I hiss as Brooks drags the wheel over my ass, the little teeth so much more noticeable there.
“Too much?”
He pauses, and I shake my head. “No, just…different. More sensitive.”
“Hmm,” that rumbling groan comes out of him, “perfect.”
Brooks maneuvers the wheel over my ass, from top to bottom, side to side. I’m writhing under his touch now, and it’s nearly too much.
But I don’t want him to stop.
“You know,” Brooks lifts up my panties at the hem near my right cheek, “I think these need to go.”
And before I can even react, he slides his fingers to the crotch, his knuckles brushing over my pussy, and in one clean yank, tears the underwear from my body. I yelp, turning over my shoulder to glare at him.
“Hey! I liked those.”
Brooks just smirks, his eyes finding my ass as he presses the little wheel to my skin. “I’ll buy you more.”
My entire body blooms with heat, the raw evidence of how much fun he’s having making my blood boil in the most delightful way. I can’t deny that what he just did was hot as hell.
All focus disappears, however, as the teeth roll over my flesh again, the pressure a little stronger with each pass over my ass. I’m whimpering when Brooks maneuvers the wheel lower so that it hooks the edge of my cheek, teasing the back and inside of my thigh.
“Brooks,” I hiss, my hips lifting from the bed as that overwhelming sensation travels across my thighs, dipping between them carefully.
“Squirm all you want, Lucky. This is far too much fun to stop.”
I’m about to say something when I feel his fingers slide beneath my bra, freeing the clasps. Brooks pulls down on the shoulder strap next, getting it off one arm and then the other.
With another solid yank, Brooks pulls the bra out from under me and tosses it somewhere. The wheel makes a turn across my thighs and ass before crawling up my spine again and then wrapping around to the curve of my breast, where it’s pressed to the bed.
I flinch, and just as I do—my hips rising up as I reel from the sensations—my ass presses against Brooks’s waist. I can feel his erection straining to get free, and the lust flooding me doubles down.
Time blurs at that point, my mind too consumed by the warring sensations of prickling and denim rubbing against my backside.
I hear something, putting together that it’s Brooks taking off his shirt when I hear the buttons hit the floor and take a peek to see it lying several feet away.
The sound of his zipper is next, and I’m losing my damned mind from all this teasing. Still manipulating me with that wheel, Brooks gets himself free at some point, and I feel the blunt head of his cock nudge between my legs.
“Hmm, that’s it, baby. Rock those hips.”
He’s between my thighs, his shaft rubbing against my seam. It’s another tease, but God does it feel good. I moan low as he works me up, but then he’s pulling away again, and I whine.
“No. Come back.”
Brooks chuckles. “I will. But I need to see something first.”
With a single hand, he gets me to lift my hips up into the air. I feel cool air against my slit, which is dripping with need.
“So damn pretty.” Brooks lets out the word on a groan, and then those little teeth are sliding from the insides of my thighs to my folds. “And so responsive.”
The feeling is wild, my head spinning all the harder as the wheel prickles against my skin. It’s so strange, but I’m not complaining.
No, if anything, it’s making my already sensitive skin that much more on fire. And then—with my hips up for him and my face pressed into the mattress—Brooks notches himself at my entrance, the wheel still teasing me.
“Remember to be quiet, Lucky.”
And he sinks inside me up to the hilt in one firm stroke.
I have to clamp down on my molars to keep myself from crying out, and then not even that is enough, finding my knuckles with my mouth and biting down.
“Ugh, that’s so good, precious.” Brooks begins a slow rhythm, mimicking it with how the wheel slides up and down the crease right next to my pussy. “Ride me, darlin’. Let me feel you move.”
For as much as I usually like to fight Brooks on every order, I’m happy to listen to this one. I take over the movement as Brooks slows, focusing on teasing me with that little wheel wherever and however he can.
His cock slides in and out of me, this perfect dance of back and forth while he continues to have my skin humming, thanks to the spur.
As we pick up speed, because I have to have more, Brooks rolls the wheel up my ass cheek, where it tumbles down toward my center. I whimper, jerking slightly as the overwhelming sensation kicks up another notch.
Then, the spur rolls over my folds only to move up and over that untouched spot. I yelp, and it’s a good thing it’s still muffled by the bed.
I’ve never been touched there, let alone by a spur, and holy fuck. Brooks does it again and again, groaning as I reel from it, his hips now in charge of the rhythm.
“Fuck, darlin’. You squeeze me so damned tight whenever I do that.” Brooks uses the spur again, right across that tight hole. “Ugh, it’s fucking amazing.”
“Brooks,” I whine, everything too much and not enough. “ Please .”
A wicked chuckle leaves him. “Please, what, Lucky? Is there something you need ?”
“Yeesss,” I hiss, both the wheel and his cock filling me so completely driving me right to the edge, “I need…ugh…to come.”
“Oh, sweet girl.” Brooks fucks me harder, still wielding that special little toy of his. “You fall apart for me. I want you to squeeze me, make me come right along with you.”
The rhythm is powerful, paired with that sinful sensation of the spur prickling over my ass. It takes only a few minutes for me to crash over that edge, my pussy pulsing around Brooks’s shaft as I climax.
My clit is burning as the release claims me, and I do just as Brooks asked, clenching around him and drawing out his own orgasm.
“Goddamn, Lucky. Ugh,” he groans, his shaft surging inside me. “That’s my girl.”
Brooks lets go of any control as I fall apart, dropping the spur to the bed and gripping my hips with both hands so that he can plow into me.
Warmth gushes, filling me up, and it drags out another little release. Brooks comes so much, the twitch of his cock inside me goes on for several moments.
Eventually, we both still, our hard breathing the only sound in the room. Sagging over me, Brooks presses a kiss to my back before he gets us both on our sides in the bed.
“Fuck,” he says with a chuckle. “I think that was my best idea yet.”
“Damn straight it was.” I giggle right along with him, still snuggled against him with Brooks right where he belongs.
After a time, he pulls the spur out from under him, which I imagine was really uncomfortable, and then drapes his arm over me.
The room falls into easy silence as we relax, exhaustion and satisfaction claiming me in equal parts. I let myself fall into both, smiling as sleep claims me—my cowboy wrapped around me tight.
Best night ever.