CHAPTER EIGHT
COHEN
Isit on the swing on Granny’s porch and gaze up at the stars while I wait for Kyla to come back outside. It’s a good night for it. It’s not too cold even if it is winter.
After dinner, my brothers, the girls, and I played a board game, and Laney skunked us. Calhoun wanted a rematch, but Kyla said it was time for Laney to go to bed.
I told myself after the game that I should leave, but Kyla asked me to have a glass of tea with her, and who was I to say no?
Especially after that kiss. I think I’d follow her to my own demise at this point and be all the happier for it.
There’s just something about her that lures me in like a damn fish on a hook, and considering it’s only been hours since we met, I might want to take a minute and figure out what is going on in my brain or my heart.
The screen door opens, and Kyla emerges with a glass of tea in each hand. She offers one to me before she sits down.
“Thank you.” I take a sip, and I swear it tastes just like the tea that Granny used to make. I just enjoy the taste for a moment. I’m beginning to find that Kyla is full of surprises.
On the way back to the house for dinner, she told me that she used to be a nurse until she gave birth to Laney.
She went out on maternity leave and never returned because her ex decided it would be best if she stayed home.
I know it was just another way for him to control her, but I keep that opinion to myself.
I set the tea on the table in front of the swing, and Kyla does the same, and then I reach for her hand. Just doing that is exciting. I feel like a teenager again. I’ve never felt this way about a woman so fast.
I’ve never felt this way about a woman ever.
I’m no stranger to relationships, but it has been a few years since I’ve focused on that part of my life. I find most women aren’t happy when their man has to miss date night because a foal is born or the horses get out or whatever other emergency occurs on the farm.
Yes, the farm is our home, but it is also our business, our way of life. This land has sustained our family for generations. It is our family’s legacy. I won’t let it fail.
Saying that, it is my experience that most women have a hard time with our schedule. Because Roman Mountain Farm is home to the greatest Tennessee Walking Horse stallions and mares that have ever lived. World champions are born here, and horses are our way of life.
“Thank you for dinner and well, everything. You and your family have been great to us.”
Kyla pulls me from my thoughts, and I focus my attention on her. I squeeze her hand gently before I release it and wrap my arm around her shoulders. She curls into my chest like she should have been there all along.
My heart pounds like a bass drum in my chest. She smells so damn good, and she feels good, her body pressed against mine.
“Cohen?”
She softly says my name like a question, and I know this question holds the power to change everything about us, about me and my life, our lives.
“Yes, Kyla?” I reply, my fingers tracing up and down her arm, my other hand reaching across my chest to grip her hand that rests there.
“Kiss me.”
I let go of her hand and lift her chin so I can drown in the depths of her rich brown eyes. My heart stutters, and my breath catches. I know with utmost certainty that this woman broke down on my mountain for a reason, and that reason was so that I could find her and make her mine.
I lean closer, and the anticipation of kissing her again nearly does me in. My cock hardens behind my zipper almost painfully, but this kiss isn’t about my needs. It’s about her, letting her choose where this does or doesn’t go.
Something primal consumes me when her soft hands roam over my chest. I follow her lead, needing to be closer to her. I tangle one hand in her hair while the other grips her chin.
She starts to move, and I adjust to help her slide over onto my lap. She begins to rub herself against the length of my denim-clad cock. God, I could come from the excitement and friction of this alone and not even be mad about it, but Kyla deserves more than this.
I reluctantly break our kiss and gently hold her chin in my grip as I just look at her.
God, she is stunning.
Her hair is slightly messy from where my fingers have been tangled in it, and her kiss-swollen lips are sweeter than the tea we’ve been drinking. I want to continue, but I must make this clear first.
“If you want to stop, we stop. Understand?”
“Yes.” She smiles, and that gleam in her eyes goes straight to my dick. “But I don’t want to stop.”
Hell, yes.
“Is Laney asleep?”
“She should be.”
That’s all I need to hear. I grip her waist and stand up, lifting her into my arms. I carry her inside the house, down the hall and to the room that she has claimed for herself. I shut the door behind us with my foot, then turn the lock on the doorknob.
Her fingers rake though my hair as I kiss her and lay her down on the bed, settling over top of her.
“You’re beautiful,” I whisper against her lips, and then we become frenzied.
We tug at each other’s clothes. I can’t get out of these damn pants fast enough. I toe my boots off without breaking our kiss because nothing is going to distract me from this stunning woman spread out before me.
“Oh, Cohen,” she murmurs softly as I kiss my way down her neck, stopping to lavish attention on her hardened nipples.
Her back arches off the bed as she grips my hair, holding me to her.
I gently bite the tender flesh and then blow on the taut peaks before moving lower.
I spread her delicate flesh and suck her clit into my mouth as she writhes beneath me, moaning her pleasure.
It doesn’t take long. Kyla is on the verge of coming already. She grabs one of the pillows and places it over her face to contain her noises of pleasure. I chuckle softly. Making her feel good does something to me.
I could listen to those sounds for the rest of my life.
I slide back up her body and kiss her as I reach for my pants on the side of the bed and pull out my wallet to retrieve a condom. I break our kiss, rolling over onto my back to slide it onto my shaft.
“Ride me, Kyla,” I say as I grab her hips, pulling her up and helping to settle her gently on top of me. I guide my cock inside her, and I have to grit my teeth to keep from coming this very second.
“So fucking tight.” I groan the words as she seats herself fully on me and we begin to move.
I hold her hips as we establish our rhythm. I’m thrusting up into her as she moves up and down on my hard length. Her eyes find mine, and we watch one another for a moment, fully connected to each other in body, mind, and heart.
I note the way her hair sways around her as she bounces on my cock, the fullness of her breast in my palm, and the softness of her body as she moves around me.
I am lost to this woman.
I pull her closer and kiss her lips, and I am certain about three things. This moment is a reckoning, a stake, and a claim.
Kyla Webster is mine, and whatever she’s facing, she won’t be doing it alone.