Unfamiliar Heaven
COLT
Fuck, this is it.
Two heartbeats in, I already know with a bone-deep certainty that this is the best kiss I’ve ever had. Probably the best kiss I ever will have too.
It’s Lainey’s hunger. The way her soft lips pull at mine, drawing a groan from deep in my throat. She sucks gently on my bottom lip, then digs her teeth into it, her breath skating over my skin with an urgency that makes my blood leap.
Her hands are on my neck now, her head pushing up my hat to give us more room to move. My hands are on her hips, her sides, her face. I lean forward a little, spreading my legs. She reads me like a book and steps forward, melting our hips together just the way I like.
I angle my head one way, then another. Pulse thundering when I open my mouth and her tongue licks inside.
She tastes herbal and clean, like tea. No artificial flavors like mint or cherry. She’s just showing up exactly as she is.
She’s showing her hand.
Kissing is the thing I miss most, and I don’t wanna miss you like that.
Here she is, though, confessing she’s gonna miss me like that whether we kiss or not. So she went in for the kill.
She took a risk. One she wasn’t willing to take until now. What changed? Was it my apology?
I have no idea. All I know is that something in me snaps. My control. My patience. My will to live.
Fuck if I know. I just kiss her like this is the last time I’ll get to do it. Because who knows what happens next? I’m not taking any chances.
I’m not holding anything back, even though I’m scared as hell.
I drink her in like a man dying of thirst. I tease her tongue with mine, angling my neck so I can bite the corner of her mouth. She meets me stroke for stroke, going up on her toes as the kiss deepens. My hands find her waist again, then her ass, and I press her into me, groaning at the friction.
The kiss turns messy.
It’s perfect.
It goes on forever and yet not long enough.
She holds my face tenderly, like I’m precious to her. The idea makes my heart seize.
I’m not anyone’s precious anything. I’m a work horse. Steady Eddy. I’m not cherished. I’m relied on.
But here’s Lainey fucking Brown, cherishing me. Her thumb arcs over my cheek, the pinkie of her other hand finding its way behind my ear. It sends a shock of heat through my skin.
I’m hard. From a kiss.
Lainey notices, because she moans into my mouth and rolls her hips. Seeking. Testing.
I’m about to slip a hand inside her shirt when I hear voices.
Familiar voices that belong to some of the ranch hands from the horse barn. No doubt they’re coming up here to grab their paychecks.
It’s agony breaking the kiss, but I’m not about to let those guys ogle my girl.
I also can’t fuck her against this door, much as I’d like to.
My chest is heaving as I grab Lainey’s hand. “With me.”
I’m not sure the instruction makes sense, but she must get the gist of it because she doesn’t protest when I pull her over to my truck.
My hands are shaking so bad that I drop the keys when I try to unlock the doors. I lean down to scoop them up, but Lainey beats me to it.
She holds up the keys and smiles at me. “Am I allowed to give you a lecture about words to the wise and how there’s no rushing on the ranch?”
“Not when I’m in a rush to get you naked.”
Cupping my hand in hers, she drops the keys into my palm. “That’s fair.”
I lean in and kiss her, because I’m allowed to do that now. “In the truck, honey.”
I peel out of my parking spot and head away from the office. No clue where we’re headed. Do I fuck her in the back seat? Shit, Dean spilled his water bottle this morning, so the upholstery’s probably still wet back there.
My place? Hers?
I hit the brakes when the old pole barn comes into view. Not gonna be empty for much longer—Billie’s claimed it as the new headquarters for her animal therapy program.
I always keep a blanket in the back.
I glance at Lainey. She glances at the bulge in my jeans.
“Yes.”
Because of course she’s down for an adventure. And I don’t have to wonder if she’s saying yes just because it’s what I want to do. She’s too honest for that. I’d also like to think I’ve made her feel comfortable enough—important enough—to tell me how she really feels.
So I make the turn and throw the truck in park, leaving my hat on my seat.
Lainey giggles as she follows me inside the barn. It still smells a little musty, but that doesn’t seem to deter her.
We make quick work of climbing the rickety ladder up to the loft.
Lainey smiles as she takes in the familiar, cozy space, complete with windowed dormers that let in floods of autumn light.
I throw down the blanket, reach for Lainey, curling an arm around her waist so I can pull her in for a kiss.
She melts into me as I slant my mouth over hers. I finally get to be the one to bite her bottom lip. She moans, tearing at my shirt.
Then we’re a frenzy of mouths and limbs and clothes flying everywhere. She yanks off my belt, which lands with a thud on the floor. I pull down her jeans. Make sure I grab the condom from the pocket of my jeans before they go too.
Shoes, shirts, underwear. All discarded in haphazard piles around us.
We’re on the floor. I’m covering her body with mine as I glide my tongue over hers, my dick brushing the soft skin of her belly. I roll onto my back and take her with me. She knows just what to do and straddles my hips, her hands on my chest.
My lungs stop working as she takes the condom from me and sits up, rising onto her knees, which allows me an unobstructed view of her nakedness.
She’s all milky-white skin and softness.
Her nipples are hard, her tits a little fuller on the bottom in a way that makes me wanna die. Her piercing glints in the sun.
I coast my hands up her sides, stopping to thumb her nipples. Her breath catches. My hands move south. When I use my thumbs to part her cunt, she bites her lip.
Dipping my thumb into her entrance, I find the arousal I’m looking for. I spread it over her center, stopping to circle her clit.
She moans, tossing aside the foil packet.
“You’re ready, honey. Get me there too, yeah?”
“Yeah.” Lainey reaches down, wrapping her hand around my root. But before she rolls on the condom, she’s scooting back a little. Bending at the waist, her nipples brushing my thighs.
Sucking my head into her mouth.
My hips jerk, and I push inside her. She sucks a little harder, swirling her tongue over my head.
I can’t.
Truly fucking can’t.
I throw an arm over my eyes. “Fuck, that feels good.”
She chuckles, which feels like a warm hum around my cock. Giving me one last suck, she pulls back, then kisses my wet tip. “Just returning the favor. You made me feel awful good last time we were up here.”
“That was the vibrator.”
“That was you using the vibrator. Big difference.”
“It wasn’t a favor, you know.” I reach up to play with her piercing while I watch her roll on the condom, her brow furrowed in concentration. “Making you feel good. I like doing it. I love doing it.”
You love her.
You know it. Have the courage to admit it.
Where the fuck is my sense of self-preservation? Shouldn’t it be kicking in right about now?
Or maybe this is me saving myself. What if that looks like asking Lainey to stay? Not just for a while but forever?
She looks at me, her eyes toggling between mine. “I know you do. Why do you think I kissed you?”
“I’m so glad you did, honey.”
Grinning, she takes my length in her hand and lines me up at her center. The pressure, already enormous, makes my stomach cave.
Her brows curve upward as she begins to sink down on me. This angle is a lot for her. For both of us.
I grab her hand. Feather the fingers of my other hand over her breasts and belly. “Look how pretty you are, taking me like this. You’re doing so good, honey. You feel so fucking good.”
She looks down and watches as she sinks lower, her little cunt splayed open around my width.
“You…feel good too,” she breathes, squeezing my hand. “Just a lot. You’re always a lot.”
“I hope that’s a good thing.”
“The best thing.”
She sinks lower. Her cunt is heaven, its soft pull on me making me groan.
When I gently stroke her clit with my thumb, her head falls back.
“You are the worst,” she says. “And by that, I mean the best. I like that.”
“I know you do.”
“Make me come?”
I manage a chuckle. “Now where did those manners go?”
“The kind of sex I wanna have with you—it’s not polite.”
My blood jumps. There’s this playful gleam in her eyes. I just—God, I love it.
“I could get on board with that.”
“Good. Do it. Now.”
I don’t hesitate. Don’t ask her if she’s sure, because she wouldn’t be saying this shit if she weren’t.
What my girl wants, she gets.
So I grab her hips and pull her down on me. At the same time, I thrust my hips so that I’m buried to the hilt inside her.
We both groan. She is swollen, perfect, and the need to rut takes over.
I let it.
Holding her hips, I start to fuck her in earnest. She cries out, but instead of going still, she starts to ride me. Tits bouncing as she goes up, down, rolling her hips in time to my thrusts.
“Thatta girl,” I say through gritted teeth. “You been practicing. Since the mechanical bull at the bar.”
“I”—she gasps when I hold her down on my dick for a beat—“wanna learn. Keep up with you.”
“I can help teach you that, honey.”
“So cocky.”
“For good reason.”
“Oh?” She arches a brow. “I don’t believe you.”
She’s baiting me. “Them’s fightin’ words.”
“Maybe I feel like fighting.”
I am holding on by a thread. About to come. About to ask this woman to marry me, because good Lord is this fun and hot. It’s the kind of sex, of conversation, that makes me feel wide-open inside. Like anything is possible.
Like the road ahead isn’t one I gotta walk on my knees, half dead, just waiting for it to be over.
It’s a road filled with possibility. And enjoyment. And excitement, because I don’t know what happens next.
A month ago, that woulda scared me.
Now, I’m chasing down that feeling like it’s my last day on earth.
I flip her onto her back. I slip out of her but put myself back inside on an easy thrust while I lean forward to capture her laugh in a kiss.
I hike her leg onto my hip so I’m able to deepen my angle. I thrust, pull back. Thrust. Tense my abdominals to keep my movements even, deep, controlled.
I start to sweat.
Her tongue glides over mine.
Kissing her one last time, I pull out of her. She cries out, but then I’m rolling her onto her belly. I’m pulling up her hips. Kneeling behind her. Sinking into her heat with a groan.
Lainey cries out when I impale her with a hard thrust, our bodies making a rude slapping noise. She pushes up onto her hands and glances at me over her shoulder.
A piece of hay hangs from her hair. I smile, even as I bite the inside of my lip to keep from coming.
I need to focus. For the first time ever, I’m able to kiss her while she comes. I want to swallow her sighs, her cusses. I want everything from this woman.
Most of all, I want her to fucking stay.
She cries out when I flip her onto her back again and kiss her lips. I bend her knee and press it to her chest, spreading her nice and wide.
“Come for me,” I breathe into her mouth, sliding back into her heat. At the same time, I run the pads of my fingers over her clit.
Lainey’s hands find my neck. “Colt—”
“Come, honey.”
Her cunt squeezes me. She yells, and I capture the sound in my kiss. Tasting her mouth while she comes on my dick—
Heaven.
She writhes underneath me as I fuck her in gutting, deep strokes, the kind that leave me panting. Our bodies stick and slide as I move. I’m shaking.
I’m coming.
She soothes the sharp sweetness of my orgasm by running her fingertips up my sides.
Still coming, I have the wild thought that sex has never been this good. Ever. With anyone. I didn’t know it could be like this.
Raw. Real.
When I come down, I wrap my arms around her and hold her against me. We’re both breathing hard.
I feel simultaneously hollowed out and overly full. I’m brimming with emotion. Can’t keep it inside anymore.
Won’t.
I let out a soft chuckle when she pushes me onto my back and rolls on top of me.
“Whatcha doin’?” I look up at her, plucking the hay out of her hair.
“Looking at you.” She leans in to press a gentle, closed-mouth kiss to my lips. “You’re beautiful.”
“Just like my dick?”
She laughs. “Just like your dick. There’s not a part of you I don’t like, cowboy.”
My pulse thunders. My tongue suddenly feels thick in my mouth.
Am I really about to do this? Spill my heart? The person I was before I met Lainey would’ve never trusted someone else with my feelings.
I wouldn’t have trusted myself.
But here I am, trusting. And I’m not dead yet.
“Lainey?”
“Yeah?”
“I got a question for you.” I tuck her hair behind her ear.
She cups my face in her hand and strokes her thumb over my bottom lip. “Shoot.”
“Speaking of—I’d appreciate it if you didn’t shoot me down.”
“Uh-oh.” Her eyes search mine. “This sounds serious.”
“It is. Because I’m seriously obsessed with you, and I want…
” I clear my throat. “It’s not right to ask you to stay, ’cause I know you got big dreams you wanna chase.
I’m not gonna be the one to hold you back.
But I wanna make you mine, honey. For real.
I don’t know how it’d work or what it’d look like, but I’m in. Try with me. Please.”
Her eyelashes flutter as her eyes fill with tears. My heart plunges into a bucket of ice.
Shit, I came on too strong. I asked for too much—
“Yes.” She breathes the word into my mouth a split second before she kisses me. “Oh, Colt, I was hoping you’d ask. Yes. Yes. Yes.”