Chapter 25
Chapter
Twenty-Five
SUMMER NIGHTS
Shaw
“You are the reason for all my smiles.” — S
W hile Ella and I danced for the second time at the rodeo, I noticed the sky darkening and the stars fading—a clear sign that rain was on the way. We left soon after, and as we hurried back to the ranch, heavy raindrops started to pelt down around us. We dashed toward the stables, seeking shelter from the sudden storm since it was closer than the house.
Ella squeezes my hand, her eyes sparkling with excitement and mischief. “It’s just a little rain!” she shouts over the growing roar of the storm, her voice barely audible over the wind. “Oh! I’ve got an idea. Let’s dance in the rain.” As soon as the words leave her mouth, lightning splits the sky in two and thunder booms around us.
The storm is worsening quickly. I shake my head no as raindrops quickly fall from my hair down to my face, soaking me through. I watch as rain drenches her from the top of her head down to her muddy boots. Still, she is the most beautiful woman I have ever laid my eyes on. My heart races as I stand watching her, her gaze meeting mine. Her black and pink hair, slick and shimmering with rain, cascades around her shoulders like a dark waterfall.
Even though she must be cold, her smile hasn’t faltered. My chest tightens, a rush of warmth flooding through me despite the cool, damp air. “I think we’ve danced enough for today, cupcake,” I grumble, towering over her.
“Nonsense! There’s never enough dancing!” Ella’s gasp of outrage is adorable and makes a smile pull at my lips.
“Come on,” I shout over the loud noise of the storm, then lift her and throw her over my shoulder like she weighs nothing. “We’ve got to get to the stables before you catch pneumonia.”
Ella’s laughter is swept away by the wind as I carry her in my arms.
I dash through the torrential downpour as I navigate the muddy terrain. The water is cold and relentless, soaking our clothes and plastering our hair to our faces. My shirt clings to my back, but I don’t seem to mind. My focus is solely on getting her to the stables and away from the rain.
As we reach the large wooden doors of the stable, I push them open with a burst of relief. The smell of hay and leather greeted us, a comforting contrast to the storm outside.
Dropping Ella to her feet, I took her in. Her cheeks were flushed, her hair a wild tangle of wet curls, but her eyes were bright with joy and exhilaration. Leaning down, I pressed a soft kiss on her forehead, and she sighed. Her blue eyes met mine. “What was that for?” she grins.
“I like it when you blush,” I shrug, taking off my soaked hat.
She takes my hand in hers and squeezes it as she whispers, “And I love that you carried me all the way here.”
“Yeah?”
Her smile grows wider. “Yeah. It was straight out of a romance book.” She swoons and fans her face with her free hand.
Thunder booms outside, startling Ella so much that she squeezes my hand. The rain continues to pour heavily on the wooden roof. While it was obvious she was a sunny-day and clear skies type of girl, I fucking loved storms. Loved the gray skies and the blinding flash of lightning followed by the crack of thunder. I even enjoyed the way the land smells afterward.
Letting go of my hand, Ella steps back and shakes her head, droplets of rainwater flying from her hair in a shimmering arc. Her clothes cling to her, accentuating the curves of her body as she moves, and I stand back, leaning against one of the stalls, my gaze fixed on her. I patiently watch as she pushes her wet hair away from her face, her smile radiant despite the rain. Every movement she was making seemed to captivate me, as if she were the only source of light in the darkness around us. That was the thing about Ella—she was the light to my dark. She shined her beautiful light wherever she was.
And in this moment, with wet clothes and wet hair, she knocked the goddamn breath from my lungs.
“Thank you for today,” she says for what felt like the millionth time. “I had the best day ever.”
I offer her a half-smile. “What have I told you about thanking me for stuff you don’t need to thank me for?”
“And I thought I told you that I will always express my gratitude when you do something nice and make me smile.” She rolls her eyes playfully.
Silence falls between us and the only sound is that of the rain drumming on the stable roof. The sound of the rain falling hard matched the beating of our hearts.
Without a word, I step closer, irresistibly drawn to her. At the same time, Ella’s delicate hand reaches out, fingers brushing against my bearded cheek. I close my eyes briefly, savoring her warm and gentle touch, the pull between us sparking like lightning in the sky.
At this moment, as we face each other while a storm rages outside, a longing I’d never felt before burns brightly in my gaze, mirrors in the way she’s looking at me, as if she needed me to breathe. I knew the feeling because I experienced it whenever her eyes were on me. And when she wasn’t near, I couldn’t breathe either. There is an emptiness that momentarily cripples me, leaving me desperate to seek her out just to fill my lungs with her beautiful presence.
“Hey, Shaw,” Ella whispers.
“Yes?”
“What made you happy today?” Her question stops me in my tracks. I stand in silence, contemplating an answer.
What made me happy today? If she had asked me that a month ago, I would’ve told her absolutely nothing. Nothing ever made me happy.
Now, things have changed.
She made me happy. Every day, all day.
I get lost in my thoughts, my gaze fixed on her. Water droplets cling to her eyelashes and damp her plump lips. Her cheeks glisten with rain, and her soaked crop top clings to her tight nipples. My skin heats and all my blood travels to my cock making it hard as fuck. This woman was a craving I’d never experienced before.
“You.” I press my lips together as my eyes travel from her black curls to her cowboy boots. “You made me happy, Ella. You always fucking do.” That last part came out harsher than I intended.
“Shaw…” My answer surprises her; her eyes widen, and her cheeks flush a deeper shade of pink.
As I look at her, breath catching in my chest, I begin to understand what this feeling is. It has been with me since the very first moment she smiled at me when Shaw dropped her off and had grown stronger every day since. I knew its name, but it still felt like not enough.
I realize I have deep feelings for her—feelings that went beyond lust. I don’t just want to protect her and make her smile. I want her to look at me like I hung every star and moon in her sky. I want to be the one she runs to whenever she needs to hide from the world. I want to be her home. Yes, this feeling in my chest has a name—a name that used to be a bad fucking word once. A dirty one.
That word was love.
I loved her.
I’d had a feeling over the weeks she has been under my protection that she could be something important to me. I’d done my best to stay away from her to keep those feelings from taking root and blooming. But then I let her into my life, and she infiltrated every aspect of it. She became the object of all my desires and all made my dreams come true. I was blind to it until now. She’d crash-landed right in the middle of my life, and every attempt I made to prevent it had failed.
Watching her now, laughing and looking up at me with love shining in her eyes, I knew this was going to hurt if she ever decided to leave—or if I decided to fuck things up.
“You’re my color pink, Ellaiza Kenton.” I move closer and brush the backs of my fingers along her jawline, noticing the way her breath hitches at my touch. “Shaw,” she whispers, looking up at me from beneath her lashes. “You are to me what that hideous color is to you. Fucking bliss.” She gasps, leaning into me, her tits press against my chest. “And I’m so fucked by you, princess. I don’t see anything else but pink, but you.” I wrap my hand around the back of her head. Her full lips part on a sigh as my other hand slides down her side and settles on her hip.
Her blue eyes are half-mast, and she exhales a shuddering breath. “Kiss me.”
“You want my lips, baby?” I ask, my thumb brushing the soft skin just above the waistband of her jeans.
“I want all of you, Shaw. Every part.” She tips her face up to mine. She was so fucking beautiful, and I felt that same way I did the night Ben dropped her in my town—like she was what had been missing from my life, and I hadn’t even known it. “Yeah? You want my cock too?” My hands go to the waistband of my pants as I unbutton them.
“I really do.” My eyes lower to her full, pillow-soft lips. She tugs her bottom lip between her straight white teeth, making my dick get harder. “Now give me what I want.” She breathes out, her arms circling my neck, her fingers tugging on the ends of my hair.
Fuck, so hot.
I breathe in her cherry scent—sweet, enchanting, intoxicating. Just like her.
Needing more of her, I cup her beautiful face in my hands and tilt it up to mine. “I’m too fucking horny to give you soft, princess.”
“I don’t want it soft, cowboy.” She grins wickedly.
I groan before my mouth crashes down on her. Ella sucks on my tongue, eliciting a growl from me as my hands roam over her body, exploring her dips and curves and her firm, round ass. She kisses me back just as desperately as if she wanted to swallow me whole. I pull back to catch my breath and pull her hair gently. “Fuck, baby. You make my cock so fucking hard.”
“And you make me so wet,” my sweet girl growls, fisting my T-shirt in her hands and pulling me closer, erasing the space between us.
I love that this adorable, sweet as can be, sunshine in a bottle princess could be so dirty.
Dirty for me.
I grip the backs of her creamy white thighs and I lift her then she wraps her legs around my waist, grinding her body against my erection. I spin us around and prop her on the nearest hay bale, our lips clash, my tongue exploring her sweet as fuck her mouth, my dick straining against the confines of my jeans.
I have every intention of giving her my cock like she had asked.
I quickly discard my wet clothes and stand before her naked with my cock hard as a rock.
“I want you naked.” I growl as I work on getting her boots and jeans off. When I was done she was left in nothing but tiny as fuck white panties and a crop top.
I lift the hem of her white top, my eyes on hers. She licks her kiss-swollen lips, her chest heaving as I slide the material up her body and bite the fleshy underside of her breast through the thin fabric of her top. She arches her back, her pink fingernails digging into my shoulders. I suck one of her pink nipples into my mouth, kneading her other tit with my hand and her hands move to the back of my head, her fingers tugging on my hair as I bite and suck both nipples.
Ella’s legs cinch tighter around my waist and she rocks her hips. I release her breast and kiss her lips then pull back to look at her. “Shaw…” she whispers.
Leaning in, I brush my lips gently over her forehead, then I pull back to brush another kiss on the tip of her nose.
“You drive me wild, moonshine.” I whisper.
“I’m a little crazy about you too.” She teases with a shy smile. Fuck how can she be this shy yet so sexy at the same damn time.
I’m not used to women like her but I know one thing for sure… this one has ruined me for all women.
Eyeing her to make sure this was all good, I bow my head and dust soft kisses across her flat belly. The scent of her wet pussy fills me, and my balls tingle and tightens as blood thickens my cock. I follow a path downward and curl my fingers around thin lacy panties.
I stop, guilt clawing me when I remember that I was careless with her yesterday when I made her mine at the lake. “The first time I was careless.”
She frowns, not understanding what I meant and then it dawns on her.
“Oh…” her hand came up to my cheek. “I’ve been on birth control since I was fifteen.”
I growl feeling fucking jealous.
She rolls her eyes and smirks, “It helped with period pain. Now hurry. It hurts.”
I look at her covered pussy. “Where else does it hurt?” I ask thickly.
Shifting her hips to allow me better access, she whispers, “Between my legs.”
“Be more specific, princess or I won’t give you what you want.” I tug down her lacy underwear.
“Shaw …” Throwing her underwear over my shoulder, I push her thighs apart, bowing my head toward her pussy. “Use your big girl words, Ella. Where does it hurt?” She shakes her head. Her verbal shyness during sex really does it for me.
Giving her mercy, I lick her and she gasps, undulating toward me. “Is it here?” My voice is gruff with need now that I have her taste on my tongue. “Does your sweet pussy hurt, baby?”
“Please!” She gasps, fingers digging in my scalp.
Fuck.
I sit up, yanking her farther down the hay bale, before grabbing the base of my dick. I line myself up with all that sweet, soaked heat. Another swell of dizziness rushes through me when I nudge just the head inside.
Her pussy lips are wet and hot and my eyes roll to the back of my head at the feeling.
Hands on her hips, I take her inch by inch. She squirms and whimpers, the oxygen thin as that energy whirls about us, making it hard to breathe. Her pussy stretches wide as she accepts me, my cock filling her so full, her walls squeezing and squeezing. “So good.” I could barely grunt it out. “This pussy will be the death of me.”
“Just make sure you make me cum before you croak,” she sasses me.
I push my cock deeper, eliciting a moan from her.
That shut her up.
I laugh and she narrows her pretty blue eyes.
Then I kept fucking her slow and gentle torturing both of us.
Ella squirms with each thrust of my cock. And due to the angle, her clit is being dragged along my pubic bone with each stroke, causing her to tighten every time my cock hits the right spot. “Oh, wow, you— that feels so good,” she squeezes her eyes shut and throws her head back. “Yes. Right there. Don’t stop.”
I couldn’t even if I wanted to. I was too high on this drug that is Ella Kenton.
Without warning, I pull out of her pussy, my dick coated in all her juices before I drive back in so goddamn deep her thighs tremble. “Fuck, yes. Take my cock.” I take her by the hips and start to move, driving in and out of her perfect wet cunt. The view of her pretty pussy being split wide by cock has my balls tightening, and pleasure like I’ve never experienced before took to zipping up and down my spine. “You’re my good girl. So good.” Praise spilled from my mouth and it only made her tighten more around me. So she likes it when I call her my good girl.
She was my good girl and not only when I had my cock inside of her. She was good in every way. She was sure as fuck too good for me.
This kind and lovely girl who’d invaded not only my world but my heart and made them her home.
Ella jolts forward, a moan ripping free as I am seated to the hilt.
Losing my mind with the need to take her like a wild animal, I tighten my grip on her thighs, hoisting her hips off the hay bale. And I fuck her like there is no tomorrow. “Harder!” she begs, arms straining, breasts jiggling as I take her hard and fast. “Shaw, harder, please!” I do as she begs. I fuck her dirty and rough and claim her pussy exactly as she wants.
And all through it all, it feels like it’s never enough. I fear there might never come a time when I could ever have enough of this woman.