30. Chapter 30
Chapter 30
Maci
I n the morning, I wake wrapped in Sutton’s arms, pressed firmly against his chest, legs tangled and sweating.
Holy shit this man is a heat rock.
The sun hasn’t risen yet. I lie as still as possible, listening to the gentle cadence of Sutton’s breathing, his heart beat thrumming a comforting rhythm against my ear. Content doesn’t begin to cover my feelings. I don’t think there’s a place on Earth that could feel more right than right here.
I trail my fingers from Sutton’s collarbone down his chest, feeling his hard earned muscles. I don’t get far before his warm hand grips my wrist and my eyes dart up to his face. His eyes are still closed, but he grunts at me. “Don’t start something you can’t finish,” he warns.
“I’m not starting anything.” As I say the words, I turn my face toward his chest, planting a featherlight kiss on his sternum. His grip on my wrist tightens and a squeak forces itself from my throat.
“Final warning.” Even through slitted eyes, the look he gives me is full of warning.
“Very well.” I remove my hand coyly from his chest, but when I try to sit up to prove my point, his other arm tightens, forcing me to stay in place. I squash this squeak before it escapes .
“I didn’t say move.” His grumble warms my insides. I wiggle in his arms, causing his breathing to quiet. Trying to hide the arousal coursing through me, I bite my lip. “I changed my mind. We need to move,” he says suddenly.
He releases his hold on me and practically jumps out of the bed, the fastest I’ve ever seen him move. I sit up, letting the blanket pool around my waist, watching in fascination. I’m about to protest and tell him he needs to get back in this bed, but my eyes follow as he tugs on jeans, making my mouth water. It gives the perfect opportunity to ogle all the muscles of his back and shoulders.
“You know how to use a compound bow?” He looks at me over his shoulder as he buttons his pants and my breath hitches.
I do know how to use a compound bow, but this man is testing the limits of my control. His steely eyes settle on me and, realizing the effect he’s had, he turns to fully face me. I think my lips go numb and my hands ache to touch him. He takes two big steps toward the bed that I’ve yet to move from.
“Maci?” An eyebrow tips up and his voice lowers, intentionally tempting me.
“Mmhmm?” I manage. I’m drenched. Jesus, he’s too much.
He places both hands on the bed and leans into my face. I blink like a smitten school girl. My tongue darts out to wet my lip and his eyes clock the action. “Do you plan to leave this bed today?”
I haven’t even had him yet and I don’t want to leave this bed. What does he expect from me when he looks like he just walked out of a Cattle Ranchers' Sexiest Man Alive feature?
I force my lips together and swallow hard. “Yes.”
I finally stand, far less exposed than him in my sleep pants and long-sleeve top, though you wouldn’t know it by his perusal of my body.
“So, hunting then?” This time I look at him over my shoulder .
He returns to standing and nods at me, the rest of him frozen.
I let him get his fill, making a show pulling off my shirt, and replacing it with a long-sleeved camo top. Then I slide my pants down my legs, before climbing into my jeans and turning to face him as I button up.
Sutton drops his head back, eyes to the ceiling, and rubs a hand over his face. “Woman, you’re gonna be the death of me.” I wink at him when he rights his head.
After Sutton packs a cooler in The Big House, we trek to a barn that also has hunting gear. The sky is still dark and a low light is on in the barn. Muffled voices outside let me know the ranch hands are up and moving around.
He grabs two compound bows, handing one to me, and we head off in the direction of one of the blinds on the property. He mentions along the way, his whispering doing evil things to my body, that there are no less than ten on their land. This is the closest to the house. Also doing things to me are the tee stretched taut against his muscles and the ball cap I’m getting to see him wear for the first time. Does he ever look bad?
The hunting blind we get to is raised and has built - in windows on each side. There are three small stools against one wall and a pair of binoculars on one of the window ledges.
We tie the window coverings back and deposit what we’ve carried around the space. The bows are stationed on opposite sides of us and the small cooler and backpack are near our feet. It’s barely tall enough for Sutton to stand fully. We could fit one more person, but it would be a squeeze .
We’re seated nearly atop each other, watching a grain field blowing gently in the morning breeze, the wind whispering through the blind periodically. The sun is just starting to peek up over the horizon, splitting the sky with gorgeous tangerine and lavender hues. It’s breathtaking.
The tension between us continues to grow in the tiny, quiet space. I’m thankful at first that Sutton isn’t filling the silence with his whispers. They do things to me that I cannot be held accountable for. But as close as we are, my desire to be nearer deepens.
I gently tap the cooler with my outstretched feet, trying to curb the need to touch the man beside me.
Immediately his head snaps to me. I don’t look at him. If I do, I’m liable to start something I will finish.
Tap, tap, tap.
“Maci.” His warning comes out close to a growl. Nothing is stopping me now. I don’t know if he thinks I’ll alert the deer to our presence or if he can feel my anticipation, but it doesn’t matter.
Tap, tap, tap.
He grips my leg with his large hand and I suck in a breath, fire blasting through me. Quit , he mouths, and yet we both know he’s not serious. I hold his molten stare.
Tap, tap, tap.
His grip tightens, but there’s no anger behind it. Like the magnets we are, he’s as drawn to me as I am to him. We both know sitting here in silence with no distractions is impossible.
“You’re going to leave a mark,” I whisper, resting my head against the wall behind us in feigned nonchalance as I look at him.
His voice is low and clear. “I have no problem marking you. ”
I’ve grown to adore his charming, chivalrous side. I tolerate his over-the-top protective side. I also know there’s a part of himself he keeps locked away. A part that craves deeply and I’m not letting him hide anything from me. So I push.
“Doubtful. You’re such a gentleman.”
The words scarcely pass my lips before he leans across me to grab my right leg, hauling me to straddle him. “Are you sure you want to test that theory?” The challenge in his eyes ignites my passion and I grind my hips against his lap once. His nostrils flare.
“It’s not a theory. Sir .” His eyes flash with intensity.
Pressure releases from my legs as his hands move to grip my cheeks and he slams his lips into mine. I meet his fervor, pressing my palms into his chest to steady myself as he ravages my mouth with his hungry kiss.
One of his hands slides down to my hip while the other comes forward to grip my neck. I’m reminded of the night on the tailgate. I tilt my head up, exposing more of my neck to him, and grind my hips against him in response. He squeezes gently, eliciting a deep moan.
“Fuck, Firecracker,” he breathes against my lips. “You’re killin’ me.”
The bulge in his pants against my heat heightens my arousal. His hand on my neck slips back into my hair, gripping it tightly as he kisses and licks along my jaw and down my neck, following the path his hand took. His movements are less controlled than usual. He’s barely restrained.
I slide my hands higher, feeling every tight muscle beneath his shirt as they rise. His ball cap is in the way of me gripping his hair the way I want, so I take a moment to reposition it on my own head.
“Fuck, you look good like that, “ he says, diving back into my mouth, his grip in my hair tightening, earning him another moan.
My own grip tightens in his hair. It’s soft between my fingers .
“You remember me telling you I don’t share, right?”
I’m so flooded with wetness that I’m sure it’s seeping through my jeans. I bite my lip through a nod.
The hand on my hip slips under my shirt, tracing absently over my stomach. My muscles tighten in response.
His fingers untangle from my hair, his hand slowly sliding down my neck to my chest. A single finger traces over my shirt to my nipple as his eyes bore into mine. There’s nothing I can do to stop my back from arching into him. Or the quiet whimper he draws from me. My eyes are glued to his finger as it moves.
I suck a breath in between my teeth as his fingers travel lower, disappearing beneath my shirt with the other at my waist. Teasing along the top of my jeans, inching closer to the button.
My hips rock forward again.
“So responsive,” he murmurs, leaning forward and pressing a soft kiss to my collarbone. The shoulder of my shirt has fallen down one arm, exposing more of my chest to him. A warm gust passes through the blind, whispering along my skin.
He’s driving me crazy and he knows it. “Quit teasing me, Cowboy.”
A chuckle vibrates against my chest. His fingers come together at my button. My lungs seize. When he releases the button from its hold, I exhale in relief.
I use my grip on Sutton’s hair to tilt his head back. Fire fills his eyes. My hands slide forward, loving the way his coarse scruff scrapes against my hands, to grab the sides of his face. I press my lips to his, kissing him deeply.
When I release his lips, he studies me before one hand dips into the front of my jeans. My mouth falls open as he grazes my clit with just the wet fabric of my panties as a barrier .
“You’re soaked,” he breathes against my mouth.
“That’s all your fault.” My hips are moving, searching for friction. It’s all I can do to keep from begging him to fuck me with his hand. My head falls back in frustration and I feel his warm mouth against my neck instantly.
“I will gladly take the blame.” His lips are hot against my skin.
I rock again and this time his hand on my stomach pins me in place. His next words are a beautiful command. “Tell me what you need.”
I pin him with my stare. Why is asking for what I want terrifying?
“Touch me, Sutton,” I plead. He pauses for a beat. “I trust you.”
A low groan fills the space right before he presses another hungry kiss to my mouth. My ruined underwear gets pushed aside with his fingers and he teases my clit with his thumb. He swallows the sounds threatening to escape my mouth.
“Do you know what you do to me?”
I open my eyes, studying his face. “Is it anything like what you do to me?”
“Something like that.” One finger slips inside me. It’s just a taste, but he’s winding me tighter and tighter. After a few thrusts of his finger, he pulls back before reentering with two, all the while staring into my eyes. I couldn’t look away if I tried.
My hands slide back to his neck, gripping his hair as my hips start rocking again. His touch has the ability to do so many things to me. Soothe, ignite, steady. Right now, I’m not sure if it will send me floating for the clouds or cause me to spontaneously combust. I use my fingers tangled into his hair to ground me.
“Sutton,” I breathe. It’s all I can manage. My orgasm is building, fueled by the intensity of his gaze and the bliss of his fingers thrusting into me.
Something flickers in his eyes. He sucks my bottom lip into his mouth. “You’re so sexy, taking what you need.”
I can’t respond, can’t think. My hips are meeting his fingers on every thrust, my grip tightening in his hair. Storm clouds fill his eyes and I wonder if he’s the hurricane to my inferno.
His thumb begins rubbing circles on my clit and I’m positive my brain is going to malfunction. “That’s it, Firecracker.” Another whimper escapes me. “Explode for me.”
And I do. My orgasm rips through me.
My head falls forward, tucked into his neck. I might be gripping his hair strong enough to pull it out, but it’s my tether to Earth. “I—” I gasp.
“I know.” He kisses the side of my neck. “I’ve got you.” It’s then I realize his other arm is around my waist, holding me to him. His thumb rubs soothing circles on my back and he holds me as I come down.
A few blissful seconds later, he withdraws his fingers from my pants. I pull back and study him. He slips both fingers into his mouth, sucking them clean.
“Better than I could’ve imagined.” His voice rumbles through me and I’m heating for him all over again.
“You’re telling me. “
He leans forward, planting a slow kiss on my lips before sliding his tongue into my mouth. I taste myself and I can’t decide if I’m embarrassed or not.
My past boyfriends have been acceptable in bed, some more teachable than others. Certainly nothing mind-blowing to speak of. Sutton may have only used his fingers, but a part of me is crazed over the fact that it was the best orgasm someone else has ever given me.
My hands fall to his belt and his hand wraps around mine, quickly pinning my wrist in place. I give him a questioning look .
“You do that and I’m liable to bring this whole place down around us.” He licks his lips and buttons my pants before looking up at me with a wicked grin. Twisting a piece of my hair around his fingers, he whispers, “Think you can sit still now?”