Chapter 18 #2
“Everyone who might have business in the rickhouse is done for the day.” I trail my fingers along her jaw. I drag my thumb down her chin and trace the column of her throat to her collarbone. The dress she’s wearing only hints at her cleavage. A fucking tease.
Timidly, she reaches back and removes the claw clip. I shove my hands through her hair, spreading it around her shoulders. Curls spring to life and the silky strands caress my skin.
Letting her hair down is somehow more intimate than when I stripped her down in the barn. “You’re a damn angel, and you make me want to sin so bad.”
“Haven?” Her voice resonates with questions and so much more.
“Tell me what you need.” I push through her brilliant strands to trace her collarbone.
“I need…” She squeezes her eyes shut. “I need to feel like I’m enough for now.”
Her statement tears through me. The vulnerability. The assumption that it would only be temporary, pretend, because she’ll never measure up.
“Will you let me show you that you are?” I back her to the table and move our glasses to the side. Her ass hits the edge just perfectly. “Will you let me show you that you’re always enough? That if you ever feel like you’re not, it’s because the other person isn’t worthy of you?”
A breath puffs out of her lips. “Wow.” She pokes me lightly in the shoulder. “Are you real?”
“I very much want you to find out that I am.”
She glances furtively around. “Is it okay? In here?”
“We can do a lot fully dressed, Red.” We can do it all. I drag my wallet out of my pocket and find the emergency condom I keep on me. I haven’t needed one for months, but I refreshed it after I kissed her. I think about the future too.
I set it next to her and cup the back of her neck. I don’t smash my mouth onto her. True, we’re in a place for a quick fuck. The possibility that someone could walk in isn’t zero. But I want to make sure she comes so fucking hard she can barely walk. I’ll take care of her .
I brush my lips over hers once, twice. Then I press my mouth against hers and run my hands down her arms. Tipping her chin up to give me better access, I delve inside.
She’s warm and sweet, and all the notes she named on my whiskey are still on her tongue.
She’s my very own tasting. I just have to make sure that when we’re done, I don’t walk away wanting the whole bottle.
Dragging her straps down, I kiss down the same path I took with my fingers. Her pulse hammers against my breath and matches the pounding in my dick. I stop at the base of her throat.
“Are you nervous?” I lick a short path on her skin. The slight saltiness is like tasting the richest whiskey.
“Yes. And no.”
Goddamn, she’s unraveling me while stringing me into the tightest damn knot. My erection begs to be released. Soon.
I kiss back up her neck and line her jaw. I press against the shell of her ear. “Open your legs for me.” When she widens them, I don’t do anything more than fist my hands in the material of her skirt. “Did you wear this hoping I’d fuck you today?”
“No. I was determined to resist the fishing trip.” She draws in a shuddering inhale. “But also…yes.”
Triumph slams through my veins. I claim her mouth again, and our tongues dance together. Tugging her skirt up, my knuckles brush her thighs and a groan leaves me.
Are we really going to do this?
I’ve wanted to for so long, but here? Now?
She answers my unspoken question by yanking and tugging at the button and zipper of my fly. She succeeds in opening it, and when her fingers graze my cock, I jolt like I got slapped by a downed power line. Then she curls her warm hand around my erection and strokes it.
I have to break our kiss and suck in a breath. “Fuck.”
“I want to look at you.”
We’re both still standing. I don’t release her skirt, but I let her study as much of me as she wants. She rubs her thumb over the glistening tip, then circles around the blunt head. My abs clench so hard I’m going to be stiff tomorrow.
“I knew you’d have a nice dick.” She slides her hand up and down again. My stomach clenches, and air saws in and out of me. “It’s so strong. Just like you.”
“You’re gonna make me blush.”
She shoots me the sexiest smirk before grabbing the condom. Without letting me go, she uses her teeth to open it and shakes the wrapper off. Shoving the flaps of my pants and my underwear farther out of the way, she rolls it on, taking her damn time.
“If you take any longer, I’ll come from that alone.”
“You make a girl feel good, Hennessy.”
Good isn’t enough. She needs to feel how hard she makes me.
How close to the brink she pushes me. How much I can’t quit thinking about that ass, those tits, or the smile that brightens a sunny day.
This might not be the ideal place, but it’s the perfect moment.
Because we’re both here. And we both need it.
I yank up her skirt. As soon as I see her underwear, a grunt escapes. “We’re going to keep these in place. No one’s going to come in, but if it happens, you’ll be fully clothed.”
“But your hard-on will be on display.”
“And it’ll be irritated as hell at the interruption.” I hitch her onto the table, and she automatically wraps her legs around my waist. The height is so damn perfect, it’s like this time and place is exactly when we were supposed to finally give in. The way we line up? Can it be any more fitting?
She grips my shoulders, and I hold her gaze as I lick my thumb. Her pupils widen as I find her hot little clit. “Red, baby. You’re soaked.”
“Haven.” She whimpers and wiggles against me.
My cock is getting throttled between us, but she’s wet and ready. I scoot her skirt farther up. “Hold this,” I say gruffly. “And watch me fuck you.”
Her hands tremble when her fingers curl around the material. I press her panties—a cream pair this time that blends perfectly with the color of her dress—to the side.
My grip has a tremor when I fist my cock and place myself. Slowly, I rock my hips forward. The tip disappears inside, and I hiss. Heat sears my skin, and I use every ounce of restraint to keep from driving in.
She moans as I feed myself inside her. My muscles quiver, but I hold as still as possible, only my hips moving.
“Watch yourself take all of me.” My words are guttural. Most of my brain has shut off, but the pleasure centers are lit like a big city on a dark night.
She rocks ever so slightly, and I snap, pushing in the rest of the way.
Her, “God, Haven,” gets mixed with my groan.
I grip her legs, helping hold them up and hinge my hips back before plunging once again inside. “Fuck, Red.” I do it again. “Just fuck.”
We watch as I thrust in and out of her. Pleasure swells and builds, and I have tunnel vision.
Only her and her sweet pussy fill my sight.
The way her eyes gleam, dazed and stunned, pushes me closer to an edge that I might not recover from.
Her cheeks are flushed, and if I had her naked with her hair spread around her, I’d know how far the blush spread over her lush body.
My whole body is tense. I’m fighting off a climax until I can’t anymore. “Touch yourself like you do when you’re thinking of me.”
She puts her index and middle finger on her clit and circles, going faster than I would, but my rhythm’s also increasing. I grab one of the tasting glasses, shoot the whiskey back, and manage to set it down without breaking it. Then I claim her mouth.
She opens for me. Whiskey flows between us, back and forth, heating us as much as we’re warming it. A drop escapes, and another. The sound of our sloppy kiss fills the room, matching the beat of our flesh slamming together.
Her legs clamp around me, tighter than a vise. She rips her mouth from mine and tips her head back. Her body fists me hard. “Haven!”
My orgasm rams into me so fast and hard. I hang on to her legs, but this time it’s to keep me standing. I explode inside her, and goddamn, nothing has ever felt better.
We buck against each other until our movements slow. Until we’re still and holding on to each other. This would be considered a quickie, but it rocked my entire existence. Something’s changed, and I can’t put a finger on it. I don’t want to. Live in the moment.
She has her arms wrapped loosely around my neck, and she’s fiddling with the ends of my hair.
“Red?”
“Yeah?” She sounds drowsy.
“I know I said that we should just enjoy the here and now, but I’ve gotta know when we can do this again.”
Prescott
“Fuck. Ride me,” Haven grips my hips.
We’re sprawled on a blanket on the ground.
His jeans are shoved to his knees, and I’ve pushed his shirt up as far as it’ll go without taking it off.
My pants are on the blanket he packed for our riding session, and my tank top is twisted to show my sports bra.
Biscuits and Gravy are tied off on a fence post and grazing, while Haven and I are partially concealed by a small copse of trees that found purchase in the valley we’re in.
I’m astride him, and he’s inside me. The sun beats down on us as if we aren’t working up a sweat on our own.
Pleasure presses outward inside of me, seeking an escape.
His mouth is at my neck, the nibble of his teeth sending electric bolts up and down my spine.
But there’s one thing that’s keeping me from exploding.
A pain that doesn’t usually go along with sex. Definitely not the sex I’ve had.
“Haven?”
“Yeah?” he grunts.
“There’s a rock digging into my knee.”
He immediately hugs me to him, and in one roll, I’m on my back, knees in the air, bracketing his body. He doesn’t bother shoving his belongings out of the way. It’s like he has a single-minded focus on making me peak. I wiggle to the side, but he clamps his hands back on my hips.
“Your hat!” My head is almost crushing his cowboy hat, but he plunges in, filling me more completely than ever.