24. Chapter 24
Chapter 24
Maci
G ripping Sutton’s shirt like my life depends on it, I break our kiss. “Take me home, Cowboy.”
The corner of his mouth tips up. “You are home.” His thumb rubs along my cheek again.
“Our temporary home, then.” My voice is husky.
He kisses me with a hard, closed mouth. “I like the sound of that.”
Veda and Johnny Walker graze nearby, and Sutton gives me another boost before climbing astride Johnny. The way his arms tug on the reins, swiftly guiding Johnny Walker where he wants to go, ignites my body in an entirely new way. I know what that feels like. To have his hands be completely in control. My skin tingles at the thought of having them upon me again.
Veda follows suit, though my guiding isn’t expert level. As she walks forward, Sutton leans back the slightest bit, looking me over with a wicked grin.
My mouth pulls into a stupid smile, though I have no idea what he’s after, and I take him in.
“Want to race?” He only gives me a split second before he squeezes his legs on Johnny and they’re off.
What a cheater.
I give a similar squeeze on Veda, but it takes her a moment to get going. I loosen my grip on the reins, grabbing the pommel of the saddle instead, and lean forward, as if she can’t hear me sitting upright. “Come on, girl. Don’t let me down.”
We don’t have a chance in hell. With the head start and Johnny Walker’s speed, Veda and I come in last place. Sutton is already on the ground and pulls me off Veda in a rush as I round the front of the stables.
Cody picks the perfect time to exit the building. “Hey guys.”
“Cody, you mind taking care of Veda and Johnny?” Sutton doesn’t take his eyes off me despite his softer-than-usual voice.
Cody looks between us. “Not at all, boss.”
“Thanks,” I whisper, and we’re in the Defender before Cody can respond.
We barely make it through the door when Sutton pins me up against the wall with a hard kiss. We’re both kicking out of our boots, trying not to lose connection with our lips and hands.
He manages to get his hat onto the rack, and my hands reach for the hem of my shirt. He covers them with his own.
“Let me.”
Another wave of warmth floods me.
He removes my top slowly, admiring me in my bra and jeans before him. His perusal stops on the healing wound on my hip. It’s the first day I’ve left the area free of a bandage.
The muscle is tender from riding, but it feels good to work it out anyway.
All at once, he drops down to his knees, grabbing my hips with his hands, and leans in to kiss the stitched area. The warmth of his lips combined with the tenderness of his touch is oddly erotic, and I lay my hands on his head.
He tucks his thumbs into my jeans and slides them off me before rising. Wetness pools between my legs.
I hardly breathe, entranced as he slowly opens the front of his shirt, button by excruciating button. I don’t dare move. The anticipation of what he plans to do is killing me, but I know with one wrong move he’ll go back into protector mode.
I may actually die if he stops.
I lick my lips, not taking my eyes off his hands, which remove his undershirt next, leaving his tanned, muscular body on display before me. My hands rise and fall. If I touch him, will he stop?
He moves on to his belt, unbuckling it in the slowest fashion possible. His stormy eyes pin me in place, confidence, seduction, and pure hunger radiating from him.
Finally, his jeans fall to the ground, and I can’t take it anymore. I take a tiny step forward. He watches intently but doesn’t stop me. My hands travel the planes of his chest, fingers tracing along the muscles, eliciting shivers throughout his body.
His fingers slip under mine and he intertwines them together, pulling them to his mouth, where he kisses my knuckles in succession. When his gaze comes back to mine, there’s a sensation that he’s going to shatter me and rebuild me anew.
“I know you’re healing, and I’m going to take good care of you, but I can’t go another day without making love to you, Maci.” His declaration has a question mark, as he waits for my approval. As if I could deny him.
I nod with a smile.
With a slight bend, he slides his hands down the backs of my thighs, gripping firmly just above the back of each knee and lifting me off the ground. I wrap my legs around him as he carries me to the bedroom, claiming my mouth in a searing kiss, my hands gripping his neck. Our bodies transfer warmth back and forth. His erection presses against my center, and I’m dying for him to be inside of me. With one hand, he releases the clasp of my bra and I slip it down, tossing it to the side.
Carefully, he lays me back on the bed, looming over me on all fours. The fact that he still has boxer briefs on and I’m in my panties is entirely too much. “Too many clothes,” I breathe, and reach for the waistband on him.
He grips my wrist firmly. “Let me take care of you.” I nod, my head surrounded again by the ridiculous number of pillows. Something I’ve grown fond of.
Once he’s naked, he slides his fingers into my lacy waistband and slowly lowers the delicate material down my legs. A chill races over my skin as warmth pools in my core. He takes to the bed on his knees, speaking in a low, warm voice that saturates my limbs. “Look at you. All mine.”
“Yes.”
He leans over me, kissing me deeply before licking and kissing a trail down my body. My deep inhale brings with it the worn leather scent of him. His tongue circles around one pebbled nipple. My back arches, and he bites the nipple between his teeth before soothing it with his tongue. Moving to the other nipple, he follows the same method, biting harder this time. I groan and arch deeper.
A calloused hand grabs each knee, spreading me open before trailing his fingertips along the inside of my thigh. He traces over my pubic bone and rests just above my throbbing center.
“I can’t wait to be inside you, but I can’t go without a taste.”
The anticipation causes my heart rate to skyrocket.
His thumb circles my clit in a whisper and my hips buck. I’m highly combustible in his hands. He always knows just how to touch and tease me to gain the reaction he seeks. A deep chuckle fills the space between us, followed by my heavy breathing. He doesn’t relent. “Miss me, Firecracker?”
“Cowboy, what have I told you about teasing?” My hips rock against his hand.
The circling stops. “What are you going to do about it?”
Our push and pull is one of my favorite things about our relationship. Sutton’s ability to take my body to places it’s never been is in large part because I let him handle me at his discretion. A vulnerability I’ve never offered to a partner until him.
I prop myself up on my elbows and he eyes me suspiciously. His thumb traces lightly over the sensitive skin surrounding that bundle of nerves, driving me wild. And I let him.
“Nothing.”
He tilts his head to one side in question.
“I’m not going to do anything, because I know that you take care of what’s yours. You’ll do the same with me.”
He blows a cool breath at my clit. “Is that so?”
My head falls back between my shoulders at the fiery chill that shoots through me. “Yes. I want you to have your way with me.” My core sends down a wave of arousal at my admission. Giving myself to him is a high I never anticipated.
“Fuck.” Without another word, he dives into my pussy, licking, kissing, and sucking me into oblivion. My arms give and I fall flat again, my gasping filling through the room. He sucks hard on my clit before pulling back and driving two fingers deep inside me.
His mouth crashes onto mine, claiming and hot, swallowing my cry. Devouring me. Our tongues war and dance, greedy and insatiable. When he finally pulls back so we can breathe, my orgasm has already started to build.
Hot kisses rain down my neck and chest as he makes his way to my breasts, still thrusting into me with his hand. My fingers thread into his hair as he worships each breast.
Soon, my orgasm teases me the same way he does. Rocking against his hand, arching into his mouth, I soak in all the hot and wet sensations driving me to the edge.
He releases my nipple with a stinging bite. “You gonna come for me, Firecracker?”
My eyes pop open and find him. “Yes.”
“Good girl.” His mouth drags back down my body, licking and sucking hungrily when he reaches the highly sensitive place, still fucking me with his hand. All at once, I come apart, shaking and crying out his name. His appreciative groan against my pussy elongates the orgasm as wave after wave consumes me.
Like before, he slides his fingers gently out of me and places a last kiss on my clit. “I fucking love that.” He pins me with his gaze, sucking his fingers slowly into his mouth and offering me a wicked grin.
I rub my legs together, already aching for more.
He leans over, pressing his lips to mine for a few moments, before burying his face in my neck to kiss and lick there. My body still seeks friction, pressing and rolling into him above me.
“Come ’ere.” His voice catches as he moves to sit next to me. As I roll onto my hip, he gingerly guides me to straddle his lap. His shaft slides through the aftermath of my orgasm, and I rock my hips to slide over him again.
He grips my face between his hands. Nothing will ever compare to his touch. His lips against mine start out incredibly soft, becoming firmer as the kiss intensifies, and then he breaks it, leaving only a breath between us. “I’m going to show you every day how much you mean to me.”
“You already do.” An unspoken question lights his face. “It’s the little things you do. The cactus on our first date. Making sure I have the right creamer for my coffee. The tire swing. Your ability to read me like a book. You don’t have to promise me those things because you do it without thinking.”
“I fucking love you, Maci.” He bows his head to nip my breast before licking the sensitive spot he created, causing me to squeeze my thighs against him.
When he rights his head, his eyes are soft. A hand snakes between us, dragging his erection against my sensitive flesh in a teasing manner.
“Please…” It’s a breath of a word.
“Maci,” he says, waiting for my attention. “I’m not wearing a condom.”
“I told you, I trust you.” My rocking picks up. I need him inside of me.
“We haven’t talked about kids.” He licks the other nipple, biting gently this time. “Or anything else.”
I grab his face with both hands, pulling his gaze to me. “I’ve never not used a barrier—”
“I’m not asking.” His eyes are intense. “I think higher of you than to put me at risk, Firecracker. I’m giving you a chance to ask me.”
Oh my God. How does he continue to get better and better?
“What part of I trust you with my life did you not understand?” My hips rock against him again. “And when the time is right, I will give you all the babies you want. For now, I’m on the shot.” I press a hard kiss to his mouth. “But if you don’t slide that hard fucking cock inside me right now, I will ride you and come like this.”
He grins. “Do you eat with that dirty mouth?”
“Oh, do I.”
With that, he adjusts the head of his cock at my entrance, and I ease onto him. My head falls back in ecstasy before he’s fully in. Once he is, I grip his neck, dragging my thumbs against his jaw.
We build a rhythm together, sweat covering our bodies. I’m pretty sure this was in the to-don’t of my discharge instructions after the incident, but I don’t care.
“You feel so good wrapped around me.” Sutton groans. “The perfect fit.”
All my coherent thoughts are gone. I’m all sensation. It’s just the feel of him thrusting inside of me, us tangled together, our combined sounds echoing around us.
He looks down to where we connect. “Look at you.” No one has ever told me to watch as they fuck me, but when I look down to where we meet, watching as he thrusts into me, my arousal escalates. I’m dancing on the edge. My pace increases in response.
“Fuck, yes. Use me, baby. Let me see you explode all over my cock.” His words coupled with him pressing hard against my clit cause me to shatter. I tuck my head against him and he murmurs, “So fucking good,” and the sexiest grunt ever fills my ears as his head falls to my shoulder and he finds his release. His fingers dig into me and I’m lost in his heavy breaths, the heat of his exhales against my skin.
As our breathing and heartbeats calm, I pull his face to mine, kissing him hard. “There’s something I need to tell you.”
“Anything.” He kisses me back.
“I’m not very good at sharing.”
His responding laugh is the best sound I’ve ever heard. I grin proudly at him.