Chapter 21 #3
I hadn’t stopped thinking about it since yesterday, imaging him twitching in my grip again while I watched his face twist up in pleasure from handling him. Those sharp intakes of breath, his rough, desperate sounding groans that had filled the office like a prayer—I wanted that again.
Badly.
Even if we managed to trap ourselves inside the shed, I doubted it was soundproof enough to keep anyone wandering past from hearing what we were doing. No doubt wanting to check on the grunts and growls that would be heard filling up the small space in no time.
So, I did the next best thing.
I leaned into his touch, turned my head just enough in his hands to catch his thumb between my lips and suck it into my mouth. The digit was salty on my tongue, calluses rough and scratchy against my taste buds.
Wilder drew in a quick pull of air, his entire body growing rigid.
“Asher...”
I glanced at him, lowering my lashes just enough to see through them. “Mm?”
His free hand flexed around my jaw. “You’re startin’ trouble.”
My lips quirked around his finger.
I’d noticed something back in that office—back when he’d had me pinned down and was doing whatever he wanted to me.
The more aroused he got, the more that southern drawl kicked in.
It was barely there most days, softened by years traveling around for auctions, negotiating deals with other out-of-state breeders, and dealing with audiences outside of this part of Texas that didn’t carry the same cadence in their speech.
When he was worked up, though?
Losing himself in the moment?
That drawl slid right back in. Like honey dripping off the edge of a spoon.
It got me going so bad, a new kink being birthed right there in that office with each stretched out syllable that came tumbling out of his mouth, the twang catching along the edges of his words right along with his quickly unraveling restraint.
I needed more so badly it was making my pants strain.
What would he sound like, cursing under his breath, while I drew his cock into my mouth?
Had my lips wrapped around him tight and slid him deep down my throat until my nose was pressed up against his stomach?
I bet he could get me off just saying my name over and over again in that accent.
Only one way to test out that theory.
I leaned back just enough, letting his thumb slip slowly from my mouth with a soft, wet pop. “What are you doing tonight?”
He opened his mouth to reply, cut off right as I drew my tongue up the side of his thumb. His other hand tightened around my face again, keeping me in place before I could swallow it back into my mouth again. “Depends.”
“On?”
“On how devious you’re gonna be trying to sneak through my window.”
I laughed. “Who said I’m coming to you?”
His eyes darkened instantly. “I’ll come get you from the bunkhouse but you’re not gonna like my methods.”
A very clear, vivid memory of him throwing me over his shoulder like a sack of flour came to mind almost instantly. Not giving me a second to process what was happening before he was carrying me off like I was some unruly thing needed to be handled.
I’d admit, it was hot.
I wouldn’t put it past him to do something like that again just to keep me on my toes. If he decided I was taking too long or played too many games, I was sure he’d find a way to take matters into his own hands.
Quite literally.
However, even as worked up as he was now, I had a strong feeling he wasn’t about to go making a scene at the bunkhouse. It wouldn’t do either of us any good to be getting down and dirty while hoping no overheard us along the way.
The walls in that place weren’t paper-thin by any means, but there was someone always up wandering the halls at those ungodly hours in the middle of the night.
“So, I’ll meet you at your place, then?” I said, moving close enough to press my body into his.
Without a word, he let go of my face only to slide that same arm around my waist, his big hand gripping the curve of my ass, digging his fingers in tight before hauling me closer.
Holy fuck.
I could feel everything, especially the hard line of him through his pants. His body molded into mine, forcing a groan to tumble past my lips.
I wanted so badly to drop to my knees and pull him free, slide my tongue over the thick length of him and feel that heavy weight resting on my tongue. I wanted to taste him, have him fall apart while I had my mouth wrapped tight around him—
Wilder ducked his head to the side, his lips finding the shell of my ear. “After dinner, come around to the back door on the side of the kitchen. I’ll let you in.”
His fingers flexed against my ass, squeezing tight to make damn sure I was paying attention.
Oh, I fucking was all right.
“You’ve got yourself a deal, boss.”
He gave me a quick swat before stepping back. “Go on, now. Before I actually lock you up inside this damn shed.”
Tempting.
Far too tempting.
Good things came to those who waited, though. A lesson Gage had taught me from a young age that never failed to roll back into my favor eventually. The gift of waiting would reward me in the end, I just needed to trust and be patient.
Ducking under his arm, I quickly hopped out of the storage shed and into the sunlight. Despite the cool air, my skin was flushed and hot. I jogged back toward the stables, not bothering to look over my shoulder to check to see if Wilder was watching me go.
I knew he would be.
Just like he always did.