Chapter Thirty-Three
Fuckin’ hell, it was a long sweaty afternoon getting to know that horse, and the shower is calling us both.
We picked up burgers to eat on the way home, and now…
I’m headed for round two, with the woman my dick’s been aching for since I woke up this morning.
I lead her into the bathroom, open the glass enclosure and turn the water on.
“You gettin’ in there with me?” She teases.
“You’re damn right I am.” I reach over my head, tugging my solid T-shirt up and over, then tossing it to the floor. “I’m still hungry. How about you?”
She bites her lip hard and nods, then pulls her own top open, shrugging it off her shoulders and letting it slide off her arms. She’s wearing that burgundy bra again, and it pushes her perfect tits up, just right.
I clutch her waist and bring her flush with my body.
Fuck, I’ve missed skin to skin contact. Except I didn’t even know how bad I missed it until last night.
For years, I’ve forced myself to never think about it, never want it.
I worked out every damn day and burned off any lust left inside of me—until she showed up and hit me like a fuckin’ hurricane.
She’s so soft, so warm. Her tits are round and perky and…
if this goddamn thing doesn’t come off of her I’m going to lose my fuckin’ mind.
“Finish stripping, blondie—or that pretty thing you’re wearing is about to become scraps of padding on the floor. ”
She reaches behind her to unhook the band, then I watch lustfully as it slips off her shoulders, falling between us, and landing at our feet—revealing those stunning rose nipples I’ve been dying to suck on all damn day.
I growl, bite the center of my lip and let them brush against my abdomen.
“Cold, baby?” I grind out, ready to come in my pants any second if she doesn’t undo my belt and let this horse free.
“Not cold, boss—just primed and ready to play.” Damn flirt, egging me on. I bend down and pull one into my mouth with a hard suck. She moans. “Should I help you drop those jeans again, boss? I need to see it!”
“Do it.” I grit out through iron clad teeth and a clenched jaw.
“Get these motherfuckin’ things off of me and drop yours too.
” She does exactly as I say. Metal clanks as she plays with the buckle, then I hear the zipper—and somehow it still isn’t fast enough.
I help her push the denim off my hips with my boxer briefs at the same time.
I step out and kick ‘em to the corner. My cock is harder and bigger than I’ve seen it since my twenties—I’m man enough to say it.
She woke a sleeping stallion, and it’s not backing down anymore.
“Look at it, Dixie. Look at what you do to me. I’ve been taming it all damn day and I’m done. ”
She stares at me, wide eyed and I swear she’s fucking salivating.
I lift my thumb to wipe the corner of her mouth.
“That makes two of us, blondie.” I reach for the button of her pants so fast, flick it through the hole, then rip them down her gorgeous legs, controlled but on the edge of insane.
I pause, honestly a little shocked at what I see.
“You wear…thongs?” I growl. It was dark last night, and the light was low.
I can’t remember seeing any when I packed all of her other underwear from her drawer at the bunkhouse.
But here in this bathroom, I can see everything.
“I keep a few.” She simpers. “Sometimes regular panties ride up in the saddle…”
I let out a dangerous groan as I slide my fingers under the band and pull. Snap!
“Ouch!” She cries, but she’s not mad at me for it.
“Turn you on, sweetheart?”
“Yes!” Shit. If a woman can growl too, she just fuckin’ growled.
I drag the thin fabric down her thighs and when it drops to her feet, it feels like the wet mark looking up at me is sneering—touch her there, you still haven’t touched her there.
I step back to get a better look at the stunning work of art in front of me.
The hair on her pussy is downright perfection.
Fuck, I want to touch it—she didn’t give me the chance before.
I listen to the sneer, slowly feeling my way down her belly, cupping her mound with my hand and using my fingers to play underneath.
My middle finger circles her clit, then slides through her wetness, slipping into the opening I’ve been dying to explore further. I add another finger.
“Ah!” She gasps, then relaxes into the rhythm as I rock my hand back and forth.
“You like riding my hand too, cowgirl?” She sighs and I dip my head finally kissing her neck.
I don’t want to leave a mark, at least where it’s seen—only boys do that.
I drag my lips to her mouth, and when I reach it, she snaps out of her trance and kisses me like the depraved woman she’s been, for the entirety of her adult life.
Everything she’s missed out on will come back to her tenfold—I can guarantee it.
I pull my hand away from her and she whines, but I guide us into the enclosure, spin her around and press her front to the glass wall facing the mirror.
“I want you to see how beautiful you are while I take you from behind.”
She sees herself, and another gasp escapes her throat. “Damn. I’m the most gorgeous thing I think I’ve ever seen…”
“Louder for the demons in the back.” I growl.
“On your toes, baby.” She lifts, then I plunge inside of her, and we move.
The water hits us, but not enough to drown us.
I thrust, and she grinds, arching her back, tits pressed to the glass.
I see her eyes close and I give her ass a little spank.
“Watch, blondie. You don’t wanna miss this. ”
She opens her eyes and whines again. “But it feels so good!"
“This is only the beginning of all the good things you’re going to feel with me.
Reach down and touch yourself—I promise, it can get even better.
” She doesn’t hesitate. Her hand slides between her thighs and her head falls back onto my shoulder, her mouth dropping open as she closes her eyes again.
But this time I let her—taking in the sole, greedy pleasure of watching us fuck, then explode, one after the other.