Chapter Twenty-Three #2
He growled deep in his chest, snapping his hips as he gripped her thighs, pressing himself as deep as he could inside her body. There against the wall in her bedroom, he gave her all of him, each stroke, each kiss, every touch, it was another piece of his heart he gifted her with.
He needed more. He wanted everything she had to give him, and she couldn’t do that against this wall.
He walked them to her bed, dislodging himself from her when he set her down on the mattress.
He climbed on top of her, spreading her thighs wider with his knees before sinking into her inviting heat.
He hooked her legs around his forearms, nearly bending her in half as he leaned forward.
“God, I’ve missed this pussy.” How could he not?
Being inside of her was the only time he felt whole and at peace.
This was much more than a physical exchange.
It was every hope, every need he’d ever had answered when she blessed him with her body.
This was his woman, his gift, and he would treasure her every time she gave herself to him.
His balls were heavy and full. It was almost painful every time they slapped against her. He needed release like he needed air, but he wouldn’t let go until he knew she was satisfied.
He let go of one of her legs, licking his fingers rubbing them against her pretty cunt, focusing his touch, making sure he was stimulating her clit as he continued to pump into her.
Her body writhing beneath him, she was a ball of need and the sight was so arousing he was tipping closer and closer to the edge. He felt the beginnings of her orgasm as her muscles clenched and opened in repetition.
“Don’t hold back,” he groaned. “Come for me.”
Her struggle was visible as she screwed her eyes shut and her breathing ratcheted up.
Her muscles were beginning to spasm, and he knew she was almost there.
He pulled out, sliding down until his face was at her slit.
He held her folds open, licking her flesh as he pressed two fingers inside of her.
With his tongue on her clit, and his fingers twisting inside, she couldn’t resist him.
Her climax came in a gush of fluid and he lovingly lapped up every single drop as her body damn near convulsed beneath him.
When she was done, he climbed her body again, kissing her, as he buried himself balls deep again.
He kissed her and she immediately opened for him, sucking her flavor off his tongue as she swiveled her hips beneath him.
It was all he needed. His climax ripped through him, taking the last of his reservations with it.
He held her tightly against him, cradling her like she was precious and necessary.
And she was, not only because of what they’d just shared physically, although his dick was happier at this moment than it had been in the three days since they’d left that hospital.
But because she’d given him the only thing he’d ever wanted: her heart.
*
Seneca snuggled close to Colton, throwing her leg over his and wrapping her arm tightly around his waist. “Someone feeling a little possessive?” He chuckled as she made a point of squeezing his waist.
“I just want to make sure you’re not going anywhere.”
“Well, the way you’ve got me pinned to the bed like we’re in a WWE match pretty much secures I’m not going anywhere right now.”
“I’m not talking about just right now. I meant at all.” She lifted up on her elbow, her thick hair falling over her shoulders, tickling his nipples as she looked down at him. “You belong here with me on this ranch.”
He searched her face for any hint that she was joking. But couldn’t find one. “Are you suggesting I move in here with you?”
When she only smiled in response, he moved to sit up against the headboard, breaking the cozy spell of their embrace. When she touched him, he couldn’t think straight. This was serious—he needed all his brain cells firing to understand what was going on.
“Would you be upset if I were?” When he didn’t respond, she kept going.
“We live two hours apart. Your boss told you yesterday that your promotion is a done deal, which means you’re going to be forty-five minutes away from here most days.
Why not just move here and we wouldn’t have to worry about the distance? ”
She was right. His promotion was a done deal. The moment Hargrove had arrived at the hospital for a debriefing, Colton had taken the man up on his offer. Now that promotion might lead to him having everything he wanted with the woman in his arms.
“Are you sure you’re ready for that? I mean, that’s a pretty serious step.”
She reached for his hand and laced her fingers through his. “I know I love you, Colton, and nothing feels right when we’re not together. I know those days I spent in the hospital where you couldn’t sleep next to me left me aching for the protective cocoon of your arms. Stay.”
It was one word, but it held everything he’d ever wanted inside of it. A love and home of his own, something to ground him and let him know he was part of something greater than himself.
The army and the rangers used to be that for him.
But lying with Seneca so close to him made him realize the thing he was searching for wasn’t just professional success or the camaraderie of being a member of those organizations.
This connection that linked the two of them together was deeper than any other.
His love for her seeped down into his marrow and permeated every cell in his body.
This woman was everything he’d been searching for and he’d be a fool if he let her get away.
“So, what’s your answer, cowboy? You gonna move in and let me spend the rest of my life loving you?”
Without the slightest hesitation he answered, “Yes.” And when a bright smile stretched across her lips, joy radiated inside his soul. Any fear he had slipped away when he pulled her into his arms, and she placed a tender kiss on his lips.
“I love you, Colton. And I promise you’ll never regret this decision.”
“I love you too, Seneca. And I intend to hold you to that promise for a long time. You better be ready for me.”
She straddled him and his cock instantly woke up. “I am always ready for you, cowboy.” The way her slick heat was pressed against his growing erection, she certainly wasn’t lying.
“Is that a fact?” He reached over and pulled a condom from the nightstand as he asked his question, placing it firmly in her hand once he’d retrieved it.
She nodded. “It sure is.”
“Then prove it.”
She smiled, grinding her hips on him, making him ache to join their bodies again.
She opened the packet, quickly slipping the condom on and lifting her hips over his stiff cock, rubbing it against her clit. “The proof is in the pussy.”
“I believe that’s pudding,” he teased. “The proof is in the pudding.”
She raised an eyebrow in feigned annoyance. “You really want to fight with me about semantics right now or you want me to ride you like I’m on one of Aja’s horses?”
He lifted his hips up, while grabbing hers and pressed slowly into her.
The tight grip on his cock made his muscles tighten and his need coursed through him like molten fire.
When she was fully seated, he pulled her against him, nipping at her mouth as his hips rocked slowly against hers. “Save a horse ride a cowboy, darlin’.”
“Mmmm,” she moaned as he pressed deeper inside of her. “I’m fond of that saying too.”
The End