11. Chapter 11
Chapter 11
Grayson
A woman has never made my hands shake before.
Another man trying to claim a woman I already claimed for myself has never enraged me before, either.
It’s wild to think that after five years with Stacy, my feelings for her don’t even come close to how wrapped up I already am in River.
It’s something I can’t explain.
A phenomenon I thought was meant for those holiday Christmas movies and chick flicks.
How is it possible to want someone so much after a single night? To need them near you all the time, so they never leave.
“Stay there,” I tell her, parking the truck as close to my porch steps as possible. The rain hasn’t stopped, and those heeled boots she’s wearing will only get stuck in the mud.
Opening her door, she only grins at me, snatching my hat from my head and putting it on hers. “Better.”
Leaning in close, my nose runs along her cheek, my lips inching toward her ear. “You can wear the damn thing every day if you want, but for now, hold on.”
In a single motion, I scoop her out of my passenger seat, her arms looping around my neck before the heel of my boot slams the truck door shut.
“My bag!”
“You don’t need it tonight.” Jogging up the front steps, I realize I shoved the keys in my front pocket, but holding her, I can’t reach them. “Grab the keys out of my pocket.”
Eager fingers dive into my back pocket, fishing around only to come out empty.
“Front pocket, baby.”
Her brows scrunch, but she leans back, sliding her fingers into my front pocket, the tips grazing my swollen cock trapped in these fucking Wranglers.
She’s already got hold of the keys, but she doesn’t stop running her fingers along my shaft, that full bottom lip pulled between her teeth, green eyes smiling up at me.
“Don’t think for one minute I won’t take you right here on my porch if you don’t unlock this door in the next ten seconds.”
Her body tenses in my arms, but she does as I ask. The familiar click of the lock slipping free sounds just before she shoves the door open, only for us to get bombarded by the dogs as I put her down.
“There are my boys. I missed you two,” she coos, squatting low to rub behind Bronc and Bull’s ears. “Did they eat?” she looks up at me.
“Yeah. Before I left.”
The pout nearly makes me want to let her feed them again, but the vet already told me I need to watch it with those two. I think they’ve been getting into the storage bin when I’m not around.
Suddenly standing, she spins to face me. “Well, we’re wet, so we should probably get into dry clothes and warm up.”
Slipping an arm around her waist, I pull her to me, crushing my mouth to hers. She doesn’t hesitate to hold me back, one hand slipping into my hair while the other curves over my hardened dick.
“Fuck, Boss. You’re gonna kill me.”
Licking her lips, she only grabs my hand, leading me down the hall and upstairs to my bedroom. “Strip, cowboy. We need a shower.”
Pulling her to me again, all I want is her lips on mine. That pillowy soft flesh moving in sync with my mouth and tongue before I use my body to warm her up.
I’m not a man who needs sex constantly, but there’s no getting enough of touching River. I have to have her. No matter the cost. No matter how I might look.
Chilled fingers lift the hem of my shirt before running over my abs. Their exploration slow and controlled before pulling my soaked henley over my head and tossing it aside. The kiss only broken long enough to do so.
I let her explore. Touch me where she wants. Kiss along my jaw and then my chest.
The moment my hands find her bare ass cheeks exposed in those cheeky underwear beneath her dress, my control shatters. Gripping tight beneath the round curve, I hoist her up, those thick thighs wrapping around me.
“Holy shit, Gray.”
“What?”
“I’m still surprised you can carry me so easily.”
“Baby, it’s like the third time. Why are you still shocked?”
“It’s just—”
“Don’t you dare say it.” Capturing her mouth with mine again, I knew what she was going to say. She was going to degrade her body either because she believes she’s not thin enough or because someone else told her she wasn’t.
That’s some shit I won’t tolerate.
Stepping into the shower stall, I reach out, turning the dials by touch, my mouth never leaving hers.
“Ahhh!” she squeals as the spray hits her, bouncing off my back and shoulders.
“Sorry, give it a minute.”
“It’s fine. I just want you out of these jeans.”
Sliding down my body, her nails trail down my torso. Her fingers move efficiently, undoing my belt, button, and zipper before sliding my jeans and boxer briefs down my legs at once. Kicking off my boots, the pants follow, only for my socks to land in a soggy pile in the corner.
“Back up,” she coaches me, her lips searing my skin as they kiss my pecs and then down my stomach, only for her fingers to wrap around my length.
But my feet obey, a grunt escaping me when my back hits the shower wall, the cool tile making me hiss with her stroking.
“You gonna suck my cock, River?”
“You know I am, so shut up and relax.”
Her body moves down mine, those wet, open-mouthed kisses burning my skin in their wake, her stroking never stopping.
The moment her tongue hits the underside of my dick, I nearly cry out, my hand flying to her head, fingers tangling in her hair at the nape of her neck. That fucking hat is in my way, but damn, does it make me harder seeing her in it.
She’s only licked me once, and I’m ready to come all over her tongue, her face, her tits. Like a dog marking his territory, I want to cover her with my cum. A visual that has me groaning so loudly my throat vibrates.
My head falls back as River licks me again, sucking my swollen head between her lips. “No, you don’t, cowboy. You’re going to watch what I do to you.”
My eyes bolt open, head tilting down to watch her take me between her swollen lips, those chiseled cheeks hollowing in as she takes me deeper and deeper with each bob of her head.
“Fuck, River.”
Her laughter vibrates around my throbbing cock, my groan so drawn out it starts to sound like music.
River only sucks harder. Her fingers digging into my thighs when my hips pump into her face. My hands tangle so deep in her curls they won’t find their way out. The moment she grazes my balls, squeezing softly, I know I’m not going to last much longer.
“Take the dress off.”
She only looks up at me through wet lashes, continuing to suck me harder. Deeper. My thick head tapping the back of her throat every fucking time.
“Baby, take the dress off before I make a mess of it.”
Her grip on me releases before reluctantly pulling the dress up her body. Those few seconds are all she’ll allow before shoving me back in her mouth, choking as she swallows around my length.
Every muscle seizes at once, my load ready to blow when she pulls back. The flat of her tongue running along the underside of my shaft, sucking each ball into her mouth in what feels like slow motion, all before sucking me back down.
“Yes. Suck my cock like the boss you are.”
Her technique suddenly changes, the rhythm shifting before she swallows me at the back of her throat for a second time, the first jet of cum springing free before I can pull out. A second rope hits her lips as I slip free, the rest spraying across her ample cleavage, painting her in the evidence of how badly I fucking want her.
Panting breaths leave us both, River swiping a finger through the mess I made on her tits before popping the finger in her mouth. “Thanks for dinner, cowboy.”
And I swear my dick is hard all over again. She stands quickly, shimmying her panties down her thighs and yanking her bra over her head before I grab her wrist, pulling her back into my chest.
“You’re welcome, baby.” My mouth crushes hers, my tongue immediately dipping past those luscious lips, tasting the remnants of me. Knowing I’m the one that came down her throat and on her body tonight only further solidifies that this woman is mine.
In my mind, that is.
There’s no world where I’d let another man have her.
“Fuck. Gray.”
My hand snakes down her pelvis, two fingers slipping between her swollen lips before finding their way into her pussy.
“Don’t worry, you will.”
And we do.
Hours of my girl screaming my name before she snuggles against my chest and passes out.
River is mine.