Chapter 29
T urns out, the promise of tormenting Sage for hours on end is the perfect cure for any apprehension I might have had about spending the afternoon in a crowded bar.
Sure, I’ve had to put up with a steady trickle of autograph hunters and selfie seekers. Of course, there have been the usual whispers and questions. Assorted looks and enquiries about whether Mandy is here with me, or not.
Normally, I’d be shrinking away from it all. Yet, somehow, having ninety-nine percent of my focus on a beautiful girl—with her siren-red sundress fluttering around her thighs and black boots to match her silky raven hair—has dissolved any of that usual sense of panic I would feel in this type of environment.
Even though I can’t reach out for her, like my palms itch to do, we’re still secretly connected, in the most intimate kind of way.
As I sit here, my thumb rubs a caressing stroke back and forth over the friendship bracelet wrapped around my wrist, with its pink beads and tiny white cubes with letters on them. My very own custom-made one.
Cock Ring.
I have to wrestle back the urge to grin like a fool at the very feminine, delicate piece of handmade jewelry sitting against my hard-worn skin. And the devious little phrase she’s spelled out. That familiar heat builds low in my stomach, at being in possession of the knowledge Sage went out of her way specifically to make this.
The fact that in amongst all the late nights and never-ending list of preparations she was coordinating, Sage was thinking of me.
Goddamn, why does it have to be even more time, a seemingly unending trudge through the darkness, before I’m free of my marriage? This is the cruelest fucking blow, to know that she and I fit so naturally together in so many ways, and yet I have to keep her at arm’s length. Or at least, try my fucking hardest to.
Although, I already suspect, with a lingering sense of reckless foreboding sitting in my gut, that I’m perilously close to doing something tonight that might upend all of that.
Resting my ass on a barstool, I let the shutter click repeatedly, capturing a rapid-fire succession of frames featuring people gathered on the dancefloor. The light is low, a golden tinge to it, with replica antique bulbs dangling overhead. The mood is high, the room filled with a kind of uniquely summer-time ease, while the band keeps the patrons happy.
In amongst it all, I see Sage with her friends, who have pulled her to join them now that she’s long finished with the welcome station and party bags. They’re following Chaos Hayes, who has a shit-eating grin on his face as he shakes his ass and leads a series of line-dancing steps, leaving the girls howling with laughter the entire time.
But it’s not so much the other bodies filing up in rough lines across the wooden floorboards that have any of my attention. It’s easy enough to keep my eye focused through the viewfinder, so no one would know who I’m actually looking at as I click off round after round of photos and watch her expression the entire time.
Every moment her wearable vibrator hits a different peak of the setting I’ve currently got it adjusted to, I see it. The slightest change, a minor falter in her movements as she battles against giving away the wicked little secret beneath her dress. The app she uses is loaded on my phone, and it’s been as simple as tapping the screen here and there throughout the afternoon and into this evening. One easy press of a button to have complete control over the sensations gripping her body. All while Sage has continued to go about her business without giving away a single hint of what might be going on.
It’s sexy as fuck.
She’s the ultimate temptation in all this, because even though it might have been a stupid game—a smart-ass request for payback once she called in this favor by asking me to be the event photographer—I’m damn well edging myself just as hard as I’m edging her. Imagining the state she’s currently in? Yeah, that has my cock eager and twitching.
“You’re not a dancer, Beau?”
A gruff voice interrupts my fixation on the girl I’m not supposed to crave so incessantly, and the way her expression keeps flickering ever so slightly when those waves must roll through.
Lowering my camera, I see Knox Hayes flick a towel over his shoulder as he spreads both hands to lean on the bar.
That has me easing back on the stool, feeling much more smug than I have any right to after getting that last look at Sage’s face attempting to fight back a shudder. But fuck it. She agreed to this game. “Nah, I’m good right here, thanks. Though I’ll take a cold one since you’re over this way, if you don’t mind.”
“You betcha,” he grunts, flicks the cap off, and slides a bottle across the polished bar.
“Congrats on everything. You boys sure know how to burn the candle at both ends.” I take a sip, and as my throat works, I see Knox cast a watchful eye around the packed venue.
“She’s a work in progress.”
“Between the ranch and here, you’re gonna be busy.”
I don’t know if it’s a moment of humor as such, but Knox gives me a raised eyebrow. “You’d know all about that.”
“Sure do.” Shaking my head, I set the beer down. “You let me know if you need to talk sponsorship or anything like that.”
“Appreciate it, Beau.” He looks as if he’s about to say something else, but before he can, there are more people needing to be served, so he’s gone with a quick nod my way, disappearing as fast as he arrived.
As I drink my beer, I can’t help but mull over why tonight feels different. I had wondered if I’d spend the entire time suffering from the worst kind of prickling jealousy. At first, I worried that I’d struggle with being here due to the fact that Sage is so gorgeous, ever so single, and surrounded by a whole host of hungry cowpokes. Except, to my surprise—and asshole that I am, my unbridled glee—I’m not worried at all about other guys or girls aiming to catch her eye. They can flash pretty smiles and charm all they like… I know every single ounce of her focus is gonna be on me.
Every part of Sage is going to be hooked on the way I’m controlling her body. With one slide of my finger across that phone screen, I can send a bolt of pleasure straight to her core, and that knowledge alone is a heady fucking feeling.
She willingly gave that power to me the moment she loaded the app on my phone.
As I nurse my drink and keep on taking photos, I see out of the corner of my eye the second Sage decides to quit the dancefloor. The group of girls head in the direction of the bar, followed by their cowboy shadows materializing out of thin air at the same time. Colt, Storm, and Luke had been sitting over in one of the booths, yet they’re here within a heartbeat of their girls taking a step in this direction.
Sage’s dark eyes lock with mine for the briefest second as they walk over before her gaze drifts, and she veers away to the other end of the bar to talk to Hayes. That only provokes me to pull out the app and switch up the setting. Keeping a subtle eye on her side profile, I see the tiniest jerk take hold of her body, and her knuckles grab the lip of the bar tightly.
Yeah, she’ll have to work extra hard to avoid giving away the game now.
The guys are busy chatting, happy to leave me taking photos, and equally keen to avoid any being taken of themselves. They caught a glance at me whipping my camera out, and proceeded to run like calves about to be roped. They’re keeping me at a wary distance, so I get up off my stool and wander over to a quiet spot near the entrance to the bathrooms. Leaning one shoulder up against the wall, I’m busy scrolling back through some of the photos when I sense her follow me over.
“That's the best you’ve got, cowboy?” She hisses at me over her water. A damp sheen highlights the blush painting the apple of her cheeks. Another thinly disguised shudder rolls through her frame when the wearable hits the more intense sequence of vibrations it’s pre-programmed to run through.
Hiding a smirk, and feeling right about done with being the good guy any longer, I pretend to hold the camera’s digital preview screen up so she can see the photos. To anyone who might happen to look our way, it’ll appear like I’m getting her approval on whatever is shown there.
“Meet me at the truck. Right fucking now.” Gritting my teeth, I can already feel my dick aching and rapidly hardening, just thinking about how turned-on she must be.
“I can’t. In case you haven’t noticed, there are eyes everywhere.” Her head jerks in the direction of the bodies clustered at the bar.
“And not to mention that our friends are all right there.” There’s no missing the way her eyes fixate on the wedding band I’m wearing. And fuck, if I can’t stand the fact I need to have it on. I’d gladly melt the thing down and eliminate it from my life entirely.
In no scenario can I resist Sage anymore. I’ve sealed this for myself, and have to find a way to get her away from all these people.
“Then I’ll keep turning the setting on that thing higher and higher until you do.” Tapping the camera’s button, I scroll through photo after photo.
Sage peers closer at the camera, feigning indifference, then scoffs. “I could easily just remove it.”
I make a noise that tells her just how sure I am in the certainty of knowing that the opposite is true. She’s too easy to read. The flush high on her cheeks evident from the layers of pleasure both the naughtiness and inherently public nature of all this is bringing her. Where the wild bravado of this girl is concerned, she won’t back down from a challenge, of that I can be guaranteed.
My voice remains low before I shoulder my bag and walk off in the direction of the rear exit.
“You could… but I know you won’t.”
* * *
Music pulses quietly into the night air when Sage eventually appears a few minutes later, ducking around the back of my vehicle in the parking lot. She wraps her arms across her stomach, casting a furtive glance side to side in the dark, but I already know there’s no one else out here. Or at least, no one who will be able to see us hidden on this side of my truck.
I rest my back against the door, with one knee bent and the heel of my boot hooked on the running board. Keeping my eyes locked on my phone, the brim of my hat hides her expression from me, but I catch a glimpse of her black boots stepping closer.
“Need something, baby?” I tilt my head to take in the gorgeous sight of her, strung out and about to lose her goddamn mind.
“Just needed some fresh air.” She scrunches her face as another wave hits.
I push off the paneling, stepping around in order to crowd her body until both shoulders hit the back door. “You’re so goddamn stubborn, you know that?”
“Told you I could handle it.” Now that we’re out here all alone, her breath hitches in sharply, and there’s a more obvious tinge of desperation dripping off that wicked tongue.
When Sage is fully pressed up against the side of the vehicle, I take the opportunity to show her my phone screen. Confirming for her that the wearable is now turned off. I know that final setting will have left her toes curling, even if she’s fighting tooth and nail to avoid giving a single hint away, refusing to show how badly she’s affected. Crouching down to my haunches, I let my fingertips run along the patch of bare skin on the inside of her thigh, tracing a feather-light stroke over that sensitive flesh. A delicate place that makes her go weak when I let my mouth drift forward to map that particular spot.
I remember every seductive, raspy little noise she made that night when I gave her exactly this kind of treatment.
Sage sucks in a whimper, attempting to stop it dead in its tracks before quickly looking around. She immediately tries to shove at my shoulders. Her tiny fists ball up in an attempt to push me away. “Stop it,” she whispers hoarsely. “We’re right out in the open. What are you doing?”
“I have to see,” I murmur, pushing the soft cotton of her dress up around her waist. Once my fingers find the edge of her panties, I fix my eyes on hers and very slowly start to inch them down over the swell of her hips.
Sage’s mouth hangs open, plump lips beautifully parted, looking down on me like an absolute dream as I peel the drenched fabric down. And instead of fighting, she allows me to continue dragging the waistband lower and lower.
The whole time we remain locked here, in this silent moment of illicit desires being fulfilled, my pulse thunders, and I’m just so goddamn close to losing my mind. I can’t keep pretending I’m not entirely obsessed with her, and it’s agony to know just how long I’m going to have to wait before I can officially make Sage mine.
“I know exactly how much this turns you on. Being out here where someone could see you being a complete fucking slut. What if I spun you around and simply bent you over out in the open? How hard would you grip my dick when you come, I wonder?” My words are a barely there thing, dangled on the warm night air in the spot right above her cunt. Allowing each gust of my mouth to hover oh so close elicits the exact reaction I’m seeking. She squirms perfectly for me and pants harder.
Of course, I can’t, and won’t, do any of that. I’d be out of my damn mind. But playing with her imagination? Toying with that fantasy and stoking the embers smoldering inside her? I think that’s gonna be the thing that brings us both the greatest moment of relief since we’ve been fighting the temptation to cross that line once more.
“So pretty.” The material hugs her soft thighs, and the sweet scent of how wet and aroused she is fills my senses. “You have the prettiest pussy, baby.” My whispered words leave her shuddering and shifting her hips perfectly for me as I reach between her thighs and carefully ease the toy out.
Sage’s figure sags, bracing herself against my shoulder as I slip it from her panties, then blow ever so gently over her glistening seam. All I want is to stay exactly like this, looking up at her and watching the pleasure wash over her features. All I want is to imprint the memory of exactly how perfect she is.
“Beau…” Her nails sink a tighter hold on me. A warning. An invitation. An urgent reminder that the longer I stay here with her exposed to me like this, the greater the risk that someone might appear from out of the heavy shadows. My truck is parked in the furthest corner of this lot, but that doesn’t safeguard us from anything when there are so many people milling around the bar enjoying a humid summer’s night.
“Goddamn, Sage. What are you doing to me? I’m forgetting all reason. Damn well can’t remember why I’m not supposed to just maul you in front of every single person in that bar. To prove to every girl or guy trying to talk to you, that you’re not theirs to look at.”
She reaches forward with a hooked finger, tipping the brim of my hat back a fraction. “And I’m not yours either, remember?”
There’s a glimmer in her eye that I recognize immediately, the same one I saw that night in the barn. The same expression that tells me this girl is willing to meet me in this and screw the consequences. We’re both just as entangled in this web and can’t seem to find it within ourselves to stay away, to put a stop to craving one another, no matter how many times we attempt to define the line in the sand.
Sage wets her bottom lip and lifts her hips ever so slightly. “You know something?” She gives me a raspy little purr. “I really… really… love eating pussy.”
A groan escapes my throat, and my cock jerks. Hearing that breathiness in her voice and visualizing that about this girl has me fucking dying already.
“… but I love having my pussy eaten properly even more.”
Oh, it’s fucking on.
I don’t even know how it happens, but I’ve got her panties set back in place, the door open, and have tossed her wearable somewhere in the footwell in all of a heartbeat. Sage is climbing into the backseat with my hands shoving against her ass to push her ahead of me before my brain registers this is happening. Her spine rests up against the opposite door as I crawl after her and seal us in, chasing after this perfect goddamn creature. I don’t waste another second. Fisting my hat, I reach forward and place it on her head.
Seeing it there, hell, that unlocks something purely possessive inside me. I’ve never in my life felt this kind of unhinged, immediate urgency for another person.
Sage catches sight of my expression, and licks her pillowy, tempting lips as her fingers play over the felt brim shadowing her eyes.
“I’d better not catch you tampering with my birth control, cowboy.” She spreads her legs as wide as possible, giving me every inch of her as my shoulders wedge between her knees. “I’ve heard a rumor you bull riders get extra feral seeing your hat on a gal. Want ‘em knocked up real quick.” Her fingers sink into my hair and I feel the biggest rush of relief at having her touch me. Like a calming breeze winding through my tense muscles, which doesn’t make any sense at all because I’m equally coiled tight and so fucking wild for her. I’m so painfully aware that I shouldn’t be daring to do this right now, yet I can’t think of any reason to walk away from my girl.
Using two fingers, I hook the side of her panties, tugging them out of the way, and I place a soft kiss against her soaked pussy lips. Absolutely goddamn starving for her sweetness to be coating my tongue. “Don’t need to worry about that. I had it taken care of a hell of a long time ago. Besides, you’re the one ordering me to fill you up, last I recall. Make a mess of me . Wasn’t that your demand?” I let my tongue roam all over her. She’s so sensitive, so swollen. Each stroke of my mouth and brush of my mustache has her thighs quivering around my head.
“ Mmm . It’s fucking hot.” Sage lets out a soft moan. “Bet you hated every second your fat cock pumped deep and emptied inside my pussy.”
“Jesus Christ, Sage.” I have to bite down on the inside of her thigh, damn near choking on her dirty mouth.
“What did you expect? Edge me like that for hours, and I’m a whole lot of extra nasty. Especially with your tongue doing the thing.” She yanks on my hair, dragging my mouth back to where she wants me, and of course, I don’t dare try to tease her any longer.
“Just like that?” My teeth nip her soft flesh before sinking against her. I’m relentless, licking and devouring every shudder and whine Sage makes as she dissolves above me.
“Oh god. Yes. Exactly like that.” Her body trembles, and it only takes a few more swirls of my tongue before she detonates with a beautiful cry, her little budded clit pulsing, and the scent of her arousal fills this back seat.
“ Mmm . You’re sweet like honey when you’re gushing for me, aren’t you, pretty girl?”
My veins are burning, set alight, and I damn near shoot everywhere in my jeans at the way she tastes. It’s always so unreal getting to have her, like a waking dream, and I can’t stop. I need more, and I need her right this fucking second.
I grab her by the waist and twist us in an awkward tangle of limbs until she’s straddling my groin. Dimly in the back of my mind, I can feel the small circular outline of my ring pressing into my thigh from where I cast it aside the second I set foot outside the bar. Hidden away in my pocket, the indentation forms a dull thump of a reminder of just how messed up it is that I keep chasing after Sage like this.
Yet, I can’t find it within myself to stop. My length throbs as I fumble with my buckle and fly.
“We can’t. Not out here. Anyone could see.” Although, as Sage says those words, she’s not moving off my lap. Her eyes stay fixed on the spot where my dick comes into view when I shove my briefs down.
“Tinted windows,” I grunt as I fist myself, pull her panties aside, and guide the head to her swollen entrance.
Sage moans as my piercing glints in the space between our bodies, before dragging through her slickness.
“You’re so fucking bad for my health.”
Her perfect tits are right there, with hard nipples poking through the fabric, and it takes everything not to start sucking on them and soak the thin material.
“I can’t quit you.” I keep my eyes fixed on hers as I move her to sink down on me. And she’s so slippery, absolutely drenched, easily welcoming me into her silky soft channel.
“This is too risky.” Her walls flutter around me the deeper I press inside.
“But it’s a turn-on for both of us. I’m in a world of trouble when it comes to you, baby. Because I need you every goddamn day. I need this. I need to be near you... to be touching you and tasting you.”
Shallow, panting breaths fill the air as she sinks down to take all of me, and we’re fully connected. Her pussy ripples, sucking me deeper, and I let out a groan at how incredible she feels impaled on me. She’s so unbelievably sexy, seated in my lap wearing my hat, swallowing every inch with her dress rucked up to reveal the crease of her thighs. It’s like everything drops away, anything outside of this truck simply ceases to exist—disappearing like a wisp of smoke. All I can think of is her .
“God, you feel so big like this.” Her fingers curl up the back of my neck, and it’s so tempting to lean forward and drag my mouth over her neck, the ultimate test of strength not to cover her in bites and bruises. “I know we only had the one night. But I missed this. I missed you.” She breathes harder and clenches around me.
“ Fffuck . Baby. I’ve been going out of my mind every day not having you. I’ve nearly caved so many times, you don’t even wanna know.” I squeeze her hips and drag her down as firmly as possible to grind on me. “Ride me slow. Give me every little bit of you. I don’t want this to be fast or frantic. This is how you can imagine my hands being on you if I could when we’re out in public.” I slide my rough palms around to squeeze her ass cheeks and rock her body gently, and we both let out a low groan at how incredible it feels.
“Are you trying to get us caught?” She gasps as my piercing rubs deep inside her pussy. “We shouldn’t—can’t stay out here so long.” Those words turn into a plea when I grip her ass even tighter and use that leverage to thrust my hips up into her ever so slightly.
“I swear to god, my truck has smelled like you ever since I picked you up from the airport, and now it’s gonna have the scent of your cunt in here drive me wild, too.”
Sage’s eyes have just started rolling back in her head, her channel squeezing me tighter and tighter when a loud buzzing starts up from somewhere on the seat beside us.
Her pussy spasms, and she gasps. “Shit. Oh, my god. It’s Layla.” She tries to push herself off my length, and I growl, keeping her pinned there as her phone continues to ring.
“Take the call.” I fumble to grab her phone and hand it over.
The effect that has on her body is something I’ve never experienced. I’m having to bite back every need to flip us and start pile-driving her hard and fast, because this girl just gripped me like the tightest fist imaginable.
“H—Hey, Layla.” With her free hand, she digs her nails into the back of my neck, continuing to let me rock her body back and forth over my cock.
Through the pulsing rhythm of blood rushing in my ears and my groin, I’m acutely aware that the windows are fogging up as she straddles me and tries so very hard to be quiet, straining so hard not to give away our secret. As I keep working her, the muffled voice of Layla and background music blares through the phone.
“No, it’s ok, don’t… don’t come find me, I’ll—I’ll be back in a few minutes.” Her mouth forms an o shape as her eyes go wide, and I feel the tremors start to take over. She’s right on edge, and I’m a greedy bastard who needs her to shatter immediately. I crave this side of Sage, all flushed and gorgeous in my hat, while strangling my cock. I’m ravenous for her to unravel at my hand.
My thumb dips into her slickness, finding the swollen bud right there begging for my attention, and I start rubbing circles over her clit.
“Um—Yeah, sure—Just wait. I’ll be right there.”
A smirk plays on my lips. Yeah, she fucking will be.
Layla says something else, and I see the struggle painted all over Sage’s beautiful features as her pussy starts squeezing me to death. As I increase the pace, pressing harder on her clit, she falls apart. “Oh—Ok—See you—One minute.” The second she hangs up, the phone drops onto the seat, and Sage doubles over with the force of how hard she comes.
“Good fucking girl.” I keep massaging her through it, and I’m not gonna survive much longer. “Keep riding me. Fuck, Sage. I’m so fucking addicted to you.” I groan as she whimpers and humps my hand and pulses around me, dragging me straight down with her. I’m defenseless. Lost to all those beautiful moans and scattered curses, her scent, the heat of her rippling channel.
“ Ungghhh .” My dick throbs and balls draw up tight, and that surge of tension that has been building and building damn near blinds me as I unload. Cum shoots forward, my length kicks, and I’m pumping her full, with all the filthiness of her words from before echoing in my mind about how much she enjoys it just like this, too.
Neither of us can move, but I know we don’t have long. We might be able to steal a few lingering minutes, but certainly nothing like the drawn-out, languid type of moment to decompress that I wish we could indulge in.
Sage hums and lets her fingers stroke my neck. “Honesty moment?” Her voice is dreamy as fuck.
“Always.” My throat feels raw. Like I’ve released some sort of primal noise at the same time as unloading inside her.
“I don’t want this.”
I swear my heart stops dead in the center of my chest. The engine stalls and I start freefalling through space and time with a deafening silence.
“Hey, no, not like that.” She shakes her head at the sight of my crestfallen expression saying it all. “I mean, I like you, hot stuff… but I don’t want to be attracted to you while it’s complicated. I’ve always swerved the other way when anything feels too serious or like it’s gotten too intense. Once, I had a guy send me a dozen roses unprompted, and when I tell you, I blocked him so fast I nearly broke my thumbs. I’m not built for commitment. Certainly not if someone is already part of a complicated as fuck package deal. Absolutely not someone who is married .”
By the time Sage has finished speaking, my emotions have gone through a loop on a roller coaster. I’ve now got a stupid damn grin on my face. Maybe it’s because all the blood from my body is currently in my cock, still buried inside my girl, but I’m grinning at her through the darkness.
“Did you listen to any of that?” Sage huffs and rolls her eyes.
“Sorry, I only heard the part where you said you like me.”
She tugs on my hair. “Of course you did. It’s this fucking hat, isn’t it? Scrambles your cowboy brain cells.”
I let my palms rest heavy on her hips. “Ok, here’s my honesty… Sage, if it isn’t clear, I’m not trying to pin you down and brand you or clip your wings. Putting all of my crap that still needs to be resolved aside for a second—I just want to be with you. Does it have to be more defined than that right now?”
“Well, considering we’re lying to our friends and hiding in the parking lot. Yes. It is more complicated than that.” Her teeth catch the inside of her cheek.
A heavy exhale rushes out of me, and my hands roam over her softness, gliding beneath the fabric of her dress bunched up around her waist. I hate this. “I want to take you home, right fucking now.”
“Unless you want to be front-page headlines in the morning, you need to take yourself and that fancy dick of yours and head back to the ranch. Alone.”
I shake my head, rueing everything about the fact she’s right. “This is so wrong…”
“What is?”
“I’m supposed to—” There’s so many ways I’d prefer this moment to look. I’d much prefer to fuse our mouths together, but there’s no chance in hell of doing that without leaving a very obvious sign that Sage has been out here with someone .
Sage laughs a soft little noise that bounces around the inside of the truck. “What? Walk me home hand in hand, buy me flowers, and be the sweet guy?”
“Watch that smart mouth, pretty girl. Surely I should at least be able to take you home if I’ve just fucked you senseless in my truck?”
She smirks. “Thank you for the orgasms, hot stuff. Now, I’m a big girl, and I can drive myself back to the ranch later.”
“Text me when you’re leaving so I know you’re on your way,” I mutter.
“Bossy.”
“Well, I am your boss. And judging by the fact you just tightened like a fist around me, you get off on knowing you’re being a risky slut, fucking the boss in the parking lot.”
I can’t get enough of the way she’s looking at me like that, with my hat perched on her head. But, this has to end, and she has to go back inside.
“God, this side of you is dangerous.”
“Apparently, you like it?”
“ Hmmm . I’m still deciding?—”
I thrust up into her, giving a final warning. “I’m gonna let you walk back in that bar. I’m letting you go for now, even though it’s against all of my better judgment. But don’t even think for one second about finishing that sentence while my cum is dripping down your sweet thighs.”