13. Blaze
13
Blaze
I haven’t stopped thinking about her since she walked out on me earlier, leaving me with a mess of frustration and unanswered questions. The weight of her departure clings to me, her expression etched into my mind.
Why are women so fucking complicated?
The night is clear, stars scattered across the dark sky, and I decide to walk around the Airbnb to clear my head. The cool air does little to ease the tension thrumming through me—or to quiet the thoughts of her.
Then I spot her. I watch Savannah storm across the ranch grounds, her fists clenched, her back stiff with tension. She’s heading toward the old gazebo tucked away near the edge of the paddock, the one hidden by ivy and tall oaks like a secret no one’s meant to find. It’s quiet, far enough from the main Airbnb to feel private, and I realize she's probably heading there to be alone.
She’s running, not just from me but from whatever storm’s brewing inside her. I feel the pull—irritating, relentless, undeniable. I should let her go, give her the space she clearly wants. But I can’t.
Not when she’s this shaken. Not when I’m the reason.
“Savannah,” I call after her, my voice sharp enough to slice through the cool night air.
She stops but doesn’t turn, her silhouette framed by the moonlight spilling through the lattice of the gazebo. When she finally looks back, her eyes flash, daring me to come closer. She doesn’t have to say it—I already know I’m treading on thin ice.
“What now?”
Her words are clipped, her tone all fire and frustration. I can't stop my eyes from following the curves of her body, inhaling the way her chest rises and falls as though she’s just run a marathon.
I step closer. “We need to talk.”
This time, she turns, her eyes narrowing as they lock onto mine. Her laugh is bitter, mocking. “Talk? That’s rich coming from the man who decided to claim me as his fiancée without so much as a warning.”
The weight of her accusation lands squarely in my chest, but I don’t flinch. “I made a mistake,” I admit, my voice low. “It was impulsive. I wasn’t thinking.”
“No, you weren’t,” she snaps, taking a step toward me now, her anger pushing her forward. “You were staking your claim, big shot. Don’t pretend it was anything else.”
I exhale slowly, trying to rein in my temper. She’s not wrong. She huffs, turning her back to me as she storms into the gazebo. I follow her, stepping into the gazebo’s shadows, the soft creak of the floorboards giving me away. She doesn’t turn, her shoulders tight and unyielding, like the only thing keeping her upright is her grip on the railing. I stop a couple of feet away, leaning against the opposite railing, giving her space but not retreating.
“You were heading down a dangerous path, I say. "And I’m not talking about the motorcycle—that was an accident. I mean Dane. Dane Davidson is James Davidson’s nephew. As in the Davidsons, the ones harassing my dad to sell the ranch so they can build their damn casino. They play dirty. They can’t be trusted. Not a single one of them."
“And you thought playing the possessive macho asshole would fix that?” she shoots back, gripping the wooden railing so hard her knuckles go white. “Do you have any idea how humiliating that was for me? You could have just told me later.”
Her eyes gleam with unshed tears, and for the first time, the fight drains out of me. I step closer, cautiously, until there’s barely a breath of space between us.
“I wasn’t trying to humiliate you,” I say. “I was trying to protect you. I reacted.”
“Protect me?” she repeats, incredulous. “I don’t need saving. I can handle myself.”
“I know you can. But honestly, that doesn’t mean I’ll stop trying. Because it's my nature. But mostly, because I care.”
Her breath hitches, just slightly, and I know I’ve struck something raw. She looks away, but I catch the way her shoulders relax, just enough to make me believe she’s listening. Before she can argue, a stray leaf flutters down from the ivy-draped roof, caught in the breeze. I step forward instinctively, brushing it aside before it can land on her.
She freezes, her gaze locked on mine as my hand lingers near her cheek. It’s not the leaf—it’s the moment, the quiet between us that feels louder than any argument. Slowly, I let my hand drop, but the heat of her skin lingers on my fingertips.
“See?” I say softly. “Protecting you doesn’t mean I think you’re weak.”
She swallows hard, her lips parting as though she wants to say something but can’t quite find the words. Instead, she shakes her head, turning away again, but not before I catch the way her expression softens, just slightly.
I reach for her wrist, gently this time, and she stops, her body taut like a string pulled too tight.
“Savannah. Look at me.”
When she does, it’s like a dam breaking. Her eyes are stormy, conflicted, and impossibly vulnerable. I know I should stop, should give her the space she’s clearly fighting for, but I can’t. Not when she’s looking at me like that.
I lift a hand to her face, brushing my thumb along her jawline. She doesn’t pull away, but she doesn’t lean into me either. It’s enough to make my chest ache, this delicate balance between us.
“I’m sorry,” I say quietly, and I mean it. “I shouldn’t have done it. The fiancée thing. It was... stupid.”
She raises an eyebrow, her lips quirking upward despite herself. “You think?”
I huff out a laugh, the tension between us easing just enough to breathe. “Yeah, I think. But maybe I projected how proud I'd be of being your fiancé?”
The moonlight filters through the lattice, casting streaks of silver across her face. The soft rustle of leaves is the only sound besides our breathing. The air between us feels charged, humming with all the words we haven’t said yet.
She smiles. Her gaze flickers to my mouth, and I feel the shift before it happens. The space between us disappears in an instant, her hands fisting in my shirt as she pulls me closer. Her lips crash against mine, and it’s like a match to dry kindling—hot, wild, and unstoppable.
I respond without hesitation, my arms wrapping around her, pulling her flush against me. The kiss deepens, her nails scraping lightly against the back of my neck as a low growl rumbles in my chest. She tastes like fire and defiance, and I can’t get enough.
We stumble backward, my hands finding her waist, her hips, anchoring her to me as I press her against the gazebo railing. Her breath is ragged, her lips swollen as she pulls back just enough to meet my gaze. “This doesn’t mean I’m okay with what you did” she whispers, her voice shaky but resolute.
I nod, my forehead resting against hers. “I know.”
Her hands glide up my chest, her touch softer now, almost tentative. “But right now…”
“Right now,” I echo, my lips brushing against hers, “nothing else matters.”
Her answer is a soft sigh, and then she’s pulling me back into her, her mouth claiming mine with a desperation that matches my own.
We sink into the moment, into each other, the world around us fading until there’s nothing left but the heat of her skin, the sound of her breathing, and the way her body fits perfectly against mine. It’s raw, intense, and entirely us.
She breaks our kiss, her hands cradling my face as her lips move to my ear. Her tongue flicks over the sensitive skin, sending a shiver down my spine and making my cock harder. Her voice drops to a husky whisper, the sound wrapping around me like a physical caress. “I’ve always had this fantasy,” she murmurs, her breath warm against my ear, “of making love outdoors, in a public place. The chance of someone finding us... it’s intoxicating.” Her teeth graze my earlobe, and I groan, my restraint slipping. “And I know you’re the only man who can make it happen. I want you to take me right here, right now.”
My eyes widen with excitement, and a mischievous grin spreads across my face. “A public rendezvous, huh? I love the idea of being naughty together.”
The thought of taking her in this raw, exposed setting sends a surge of desire through my body. I lean in, capturing her lips in a passionate kiss, tasting her sweetness. "You are extraordinary, woman." Our tongues dance, and the kiss deepens.
“This place is perfect,” she says, her voice filled with anticipation. “It’s like our own private playground.” Her eyes sparkle with excitement. “Take me right here, right now. I want to feel you inside me, knowing that anyone could walk by and catch us at any moment."
"Completely naked,” she adds, with a wicked smile.
"Completely naked?"
"Where's the fun if we're dressed?"
Her words make my cock even harder, instantly, straining against my jeans. I pull her close, my hands roaming over her body, exploring every curve. I cup her breasts through the thin fabric of her dress, my thumbs brushing over her hardening nipples. She moans softly, her head falling back as she surrenders to my touch.
“You’re so wet already, baby,” I whisper, my breath hot against her ear. “Let’s make this night unforgettable.”
She nods eagerly, her hands tugging at my shirt, desperate to feel my bare skin. I oblige, pulling my t-shirt over my head and revealing my sculpted torso. The moonlight dances on my muscles, highlighting every ridge and valley. Her fingers trace my abs, her touch sending waves of pleasure through me.
I reach for her dress, unzipping it and letting it fall to the ground. Her lace lingerie clings to her toned body, teasing me. I kneel before her, gripping her thighs as I kiss the soft skin of her inner thighs, moving closer to her core with each kiss. She leans back against a nearby crate, her breath coming in short gasps, anticipation radiating from her.
"So you trust me with your fantasies but don't trust me to protect you?"
"Shut up and go on."
My tongue teases her through the lace, making her squirm with desire. I pull the fabric aside, exposing her glistening pussy, and dive in, lapping at her juices. She arches her back, her hands gripping the crate tightly as a soft cry escapes her lips. I work her with my tongue, flicking and probing, driving her wild.
The moonlight spilling through the lattice paints shadows across her skin, and the open air around us only makes the moment feel more forbidden, more thrilling.
“Oh, Cowboy, right there,” she moans, her hips thrusting against my face. “Don’t stop, please. You're my fantasy cowboy.”
"And you're my fantasy princess." I look up at her, my eyes dark with lust. “I love the way you taste, baby. I could eat you out all night.”
Her fingers thread through my hair, guiding my head back to her needy pussy. I oblige, plunging my tongue deep, making her tremble. Her moans fill the warehouse, echoing off the walls, a testament to our forbidden pleasure.
As I continue to pleasure her, her body tenses, and she cries out, her orgasm ripping through her. I hold her hips, my tongue working relentlessly as she rides out her climax, her juices flooding my mouth.
“That’s it, baby,” I whisper, my voice hoarse with desire. “Come all over my face.”
She collapses against the crate, her body trembling as the waves of pleasure subside. I stand, my cock throbbing with need, and kiss her passionately, sharing the taste of her orgasm.
“Now it’s my turn,” I growl, my voice thick with desire. “I want to feel that tight pussy around my cock.”
Her eyes shine with anticipation. “Take me, big boy. I want to feel you deep inside me.”
I lift her, pressing her back against the sturdy wooden railing of the gazebo, her legs wrapping around my waist. I position my throbbing cock at her entrance, teasing her with the tip, making her squirm. With one swift thrust, I fill her, claiming her body as my own. She gasps, her eyes rolling back as she adjusts to my size.
“You feel so fucking good,” I grunt, my hips moving in a slow, sensual rhythm. “So tight and wet.”
Her hands grip my shoulders, her nails digging into my skin as she matches my pace. Our bodies move in perfect harmony, a sensual symphony of pleasure, our skin slick with sweat, glistening in the moonlight.
A sudden rustling noise breaks through the haze of our passion. We both freeze, our breaths mingling in the quiet night. Her eyes widen, and for a moment, the possibility of being caught sends a thrill coursing through us.
“It’s probably just a squirrel,” I whisper, my lips twitching into a grin.
She bites her lip, trying not to laugh, but a giggle escapes, breaking the tension. I chuckle softly, lowering my head to kiss her neck. “Guess we’ve got an audience.”
“Harder,” she pleads, her voice hoarse with desire. “Fuck me harder.”
I oblige, my thrusts becoming more powerful, pounding into her with abandon. The sound of our bodies slapping together fills the air, a primal rhythm echoing our passion. Her head falls back, her long hair cascading down as she surrenders to the raw, animalistic pleasure.
“You like it rough, don’t you, baby?” I growl, my breath hot against her ear. “I’ll give it to you however you want it.”
She nods, her eyes wild with lust. “Yes, yes, just like that. Make me yours.”
I set her down on the bench and guide her to stand, turning her around before easing her back down onto her knees. Her hands grip the gazebo railing for support, her back arching perfectly as I position myself behind her.
She's so wet, I can easily slide into her from behind, my cock thrusting deep, claiming her in the doggy-style position, squeezing her breasts with both my hands. She moans, her back arching as I drive her to the brink of ecstasy.
“That’s it, take it, baby,” I grunt, my hands gripping her hips tightly. “You’re so fucking tight around my cock.”
Her body trembles, her orgasm building again. I move one of my hands to her pussy, my fingers finding her clit and rubbing it in small circles. My touch sends her over the edge, and she cries out, her pleasure echoing through the air.
“I’m cumming!” she screams, her body convulsing with pleasure.
I hold her tightly, my own orgasm building as I feel her pussy pulsating around me. With a final, powerful thrust, I spill my seed deep inside her, our bodies becoming one in the most primal way.
"Savannah!"
As our breathing slows, I turn her around, help her stand, and hug her close, my hands caressing her face tenderly. “That was incredible, Savannah. I love making you lose control.”
"So is it you who made me lose control?" She smiles, her eyes sparkling with satisfaction. “No, seriously, I love how you make me feel alive.”
We share a passionate kiss, our bodies still intertwined, our hearts pounding with the thrill of our public escapade.
"Can we please stay like this, naked, together, feeling the night wind all night?"
"I'd love to, babe, but it's best if we head back inside,” I whisper, my lips brushing her ear, “before some insomniac grandma comes out to walk her poodle and gets an eyeful.”
As we dress, the moonlight continues to bathe us in its ethereal glow, marking this night as one we’ll never forget.