Chapter 23 The button
The button
Sophia
Oh shit, I was going to tell him to put on a condom.
But I had no way of knowing what kind of fireworks he was going to erupt inside of me.
I’m not even sorry.
The way he makes me feel is…incredible.
His heavy chest presses mine as he pants, burying his mouth against my throat to pepper soft kisses against my racing pulse.
I enjoy this more than anything.
No, I want to know him. Beyond a blindfold and nicknames.
The word he’s waiting for sits on the tip of my tongue.
Four little letters with meaning that outweighs the universe.
Yet it feels as if I’m having to choose between him and my family.
It’s getting harder every day.
Is it inevitable? Are we being drawn together like two planets on a collision course?
Should I just give in?
“Soon, baby,” he murmurs into my sweaty skin as his palm works up and down my bare thigh. “We’ll be able to stay like this every night. I’ll make you scream to the stars until you fall asleep in my arms.”
“I want that.” Wrapping his waist with my legs, I pull him closer.
“Biggie? Do you have, um, scars or something that makes you nervous about me seeing you?” I chew on my bottom lip, then hurriedly add, “because it’s okay, it won’t matter to me.”
His head raises.
I can almost feel the intensity of his stare even if I can’t see him.
He traces the corner of my mouth with his thumb lightly. “No. I’m just—”
Fire follows his finger as it moves down my jaw until he’s circling the hollow of my throat. “—I’m more well known than I should be, and don’t want that to affect this.”
Heat spreads where his palm settles over my heart.
Is he famous?
Then a darker thought infiltrates.
“Are you a criminal?” Did I really fuck up?
But his low laugh vibrates through me as his softening cock slips out.
“No, princess. I’m not that exciting.” He raises up, kneeling between my legs. “I have a present for you before I go.”
“Don’t leave.” I blurt out the words without thinking.
The mattress dips with his hand next to my shoulder.
“Am I kissing you?” His nose brushes mine as his hot breath tickles over my lips.
So much of me wants to tilt my chin.
It’s probably barely an inch from his mouth to mine.
I’d be saying goodbye to everything, everyone I love to move hundreds of miles away.
Then he shifts, pressing a tender kiss to my forehead. “Soon you’ll give in.”
When he rocks back, his calloused hand grips my calf, raising my leg.
Something firm and smooth slides down my pussy.
Is that his dick?
“You’re going to keep this in until you tell me the truth.” Dropping the tip down, he presses it against my ass.
It was strange enough when he pushed his finger in.
Whatever this is feels thicker.
“I can’t…it’s too big,” I gasp as he works it deeper.
“You will,” he grunts, then nips the inside of my thigh. “Because once you admit how you feel, I am going to fuck your little ass.”
With steady pressure, he fills me up.
“There’s my good girl,” he exhales.
His praise makes warmth explode in my chest.
“Fuck,” I moan. “It feels weird. Not in a bad way.”
“Just wait.” He leans over me and I can hear him messing with the window shade.
A hollow ache overtakes me.
He is leaving.
In a wave, a sense of loss brings tears to my eyes.
They tumble down my cheek when he pulls off the handkerchief he used to cover them.
When he loosens the rope around my wrists, my fingers tingle as I pull them down.
I want to reach out and grab at him, drag him back into bed and never let him go.
“I’ll see you again before you leave,” he says from the door. “But I’ll still be able to reach out and touch you.”
“How—”
A buzz erupts from the plug in my butt, vibrating against my pelvis and forcing a gasp out of me.
“Like that,” he chuckles, then disappears outside.
The tremors stop after he slams my camper shut.
He’s right.
It will be soon.
I need to get things straightened out at home first.
“Ready, girl?” I whisper, leaning over Misty’s neck as she dances at the starting gate.
My name blares over the loud-speakers and I dig my heels into her sides.
She leaps forward with a massive burst of speed, flying towards the first barrel.
Her turn is flawless, raw power as she banks for the second turn.
“Come on, girl!” I shift in the saddle, using my weight to counter-balance into the final stretch.
Racing past the finish, I feel the buzz in my ass.
It’s quick, but a jolting reminder that he’s somewhere here.
Watching.
Scanning the crowd, I try to see if I can pick out a weird expression.
Somehow I might know it was him.
But nothing sticks out.
Trotting back towards my stall, there’s a strange man idly draping his arm over the fence near the gate.
His suit looks too fancy to be here in the barn. It’s white, matching his hat.That’d never fly on the ranch.
“Miss Sophia? My name is John. That was a mighty fine run.” He dips the broad brim towards the arena.
With an easy smile that shows bright teeth, he steps to the side to let me lead Misty into her pen.
“Thank you. I think next time I’ll be able to shave a tenth or two off that last corner.” If I had kicked my bad leg out just a little more, I know I’d have helped with her turn.
It’s one of my weak points.
“That’s what I was hoping to talk to you about. You have a lot of potential to make it. I was wondering if you’re looking for sponsors?” His hand drapes over the top rail as he watches me intensely.
“Hey, buddy.” Oliver appears from the side with a stern expression, clapping John on the shoulder.
When John glances at him, his smile drops. “Hello, again.”
“Oliver, can you give us a few moments? Please?” I plaster on my best grin, but inside I’m seething.
Why can’t he find his own sponsor?
Oliver’s palm stays on John’s arm, wrapping his elbow. “I think me and Johnny here need a quick word first.”
Before I can protest, he drags the light suited man away.
What the fuck?
Damn him! He has no right to steal my prospect.
When I get done taking this saddle off Misty, we’re going to have words.