Chapter 8 - Boone
I can't see straight.
Everything around Nicole is blurred. The walls, the furniture, the sunlight streaming through the windows. None of it matters. Nothing exists except her head bobbing up and down on my cock, taking me deeper with every stroke.
Her short blonde hair flutters with the rhythm of her movements. Saliva trickles down the corners of her mouth, making everything slick and perfect. She's looking up at me with those brown eyes, watching my reaction, and I can't believe this is real.
Nicole Waters is on her knees before me, sucking my cock like she's starving for it. Like she's been dreaming about this as long as I have.
This can't be real. Has to be a dream. But dreams don't feel this good. Don't make my balls tighten and my thighs shake and my entire world narrow down to the wet heat of her mouth.
Her fingers cup my balls, rolling them gently, and that simple touch combined with her mouth almost makes me shoot a load in her mouth. I feel the climax building, that pressure low in my stomach, the trembling in my hands, the way my hips start to move on their own.
I'm close. Too close.
I pull out fast. She looks up at me, eyes wide, lips swollen and glistening.
"Everything okay?" she asks breathlessly.
"If you keep going," I manage, voice wrecked, "I'm going to finish in your mouth."
"Would that be a problem?"
My cock throbs so hard it actually hurts. Jesus Christ, she's going to kill me.
"No," I rasp. "But I'm fucking you first. Nothing's stopping that."
She quickly turns around, lowers her chest to the mattress, and arches her back, presenting that perfect ass to me. She glances over her shoulder, eyes half-lidded with lust.
"Then do it," she whispers. "Put your cock inside me."
I nearly black out.
This is Nicole. Shy Nicole who blushes when Colt makes dirty jokes. Sweet Nicole who volunteers at the animal shelter and brings cookies to the ranch. Innocent Nicole who I thought would need coaxing and gentleness.
Except she's not any of those things right now. Right now, she's a sex goddess begging me to fuck her, and I've never wanted anything more in my entire life.
I move forward, gripping my cock, lining it up with her entrance. Her pussy is pink and swollen and absolutely drenched. Glistening with her arousal and my saliva.
I place my hands on her hips. My hands look huge against her curves, and push inside. She's tight. So fucking tight it takes effort to work my way in. Her body resists, then yields, accepting me inch by inch until I'm buried to the hilt.
"Oh God," she moans, tilting her head back. "Boone—fuck—you're so big—"
I start to thrust, slow at first, letting her adjust. But she doesn't want slow. She throws her ass back to meet me halfway, taking me deeper, harder.
"Don't hold back," she gasps. "Please, Boone. I need—I need—"
I give her what she needs. Give her everything I've been holding back for three years. I fuck her hard. Deep. My hips slam against her ass with every thrust, the sound of skin on skin filling the room. Her moans get louder, more desperate. She reaches back to grip the sheets, knuckles white.
That ass. Jesus Christ, that ass bouncing with every thrust. I can't help myself. I bring my hand down hard on her right cheek.
SMACK.
She gasps, head whipping around to look at me with wide eyes and parted lips.
"Again," she breathes.
I slap her left cheek. Then the right again. Her skin turns pink, showing the clear outline of my palm, and she moans louder.
"You like that?" I growl, doing it again. "Like having my handprint on your ass?"
"Yes," she sobs. "Yes, fuck, yes—"
I keep going. Fucking her hard while marking her ass with my hands. Watching her take everything I give her and beg for more. This is better than any fantasy. Better than anything I could have imagined.
But something's missing. Something I need.
I slow my thrusts and lean over her, my chest against her back. "I need to see your face," I tell her. "Need to watch you while I fuck you."
She nods eagerly. "Yes. Please. I want that too."
I pull out. She whimpers at the loss, and I help her turn over. "On your back. Spread your legs for me."
She obeys immediately, lying back against the pillows and spreading her thighs wide. Her breasts bounce with the movement, nipples hard and flushed. Her face is covered in a sheen of sweat. Her hair is messy. She's absolutely fucking perfect.
And she's touching herself. Two fingers circling her clit while she watches me, mouth open, chest heaving.
"Please," she begs. "I need you back inside me. Need to feel you—"
I cover her body with mine, lining up again, and thrust home in one hard slam dunk. Her eyes roll back. Her mouth falls open in a silent scream. Her pussy clenches around me so fucking tight.
"Look at me," I command, gripping her face with one hand. "Keep your eyes on me, Nicole. Want to watch you fall apart."
Her eyes snap to mine, and the connection is electric. Intense. Like I can see straight into her soul and she can see into mine.
I start moving. Harder than before. Deeper. One hand beside her head for leverage, the other cupping her cheek, thumb brushing her lips.
"Boone," she gasps my name like a prayer. "Oh God, Boone—"
"That's it, sweetheart. Say my name. Let everyone know who's fucking you."
She wraps her arms around my torso, or tries to, her hands can't quite meet, and pulls me down. My chest crushes her breasts. Our faces are inches apart. I can feel her breath on my lips.
"Cum inside me," she whispers.
I freeze. "What?"
"Cum inside me." Her legs wrap around my waist, heels digging into my ass. "Be the first man to do it. Please, Boone. I need. I need to feel you."
Something breaks inside me. All control, all restraint, all rational thought. She wants me to be the first. The only man to ever cum inside her. To mark her that way. To claim her completely.
I thrust harder. Faster. Merciless. The bed frame slams against the wall with every movement. She's crying out, nails digging into my back, legs locked around me like she's never letting go.
"Mine," I growl against her neck. "You're mine, Nicole. Say it."
"Yours," she sobs. "I'm yours, Boone, always—"
The orgasm hits me like a freight train. My hips stutter, my cock pulses, and I empty myself inside her. Two thick ropes of cum coating her inner walls, marking her, claiming her in the most primal way possible.
She screams, her pussy clenching around me, milking every last drop. Her legs tighten, making sure I can't pull out, making sure she gets everything.
"Yes," she moans. "Yes, fuck, I can feel it—feel you—"
I collapse beside her, completely spent. My cock is still half-hard, resting on my stomach, glistening with our combined fluids. I'm breathing hard. My heart is racing. My entire body feels like jelly.
But I've never felt better in my life.
I turn my head to look at her. She's staring at the ceiling, chest heaving, legs still spread, my cum slowly leaking out of her.
"You're beautiful," I tell her.
She laughs breathlessly. "I must look like a mess."
"You do," I admit with a grin. "But you're the prettiest mess I've ever seen."
She rolls onto her side, placing one hand on my chest, resting her face on my arm. Her expression is vulnerable. Uncertain.
"What happens now?" she asks quietly.
I cover her hand with mine. "I don't know. But whatever happens, we face it together."
"Together," she repeats, like she's testing the word. Testing if it's real. "Are you sure? I'm younger. I don't have the same life experience as you. I don't know if I can—"
"I don't care about any of that." I turn to face her, needing her to see the truth in my eyes. "I care about you. About us. About building something real together."
"But I want to travel. To see the world. And you—"
"Will never leave the ranch permanently," I finish.
"I know. But Nicole, Sierra's investment means we'll actually have money for the first time in years.
Means I'll have help, free time, the ability to take breaks.
" I brush her hair back from her face. "I can't promise to leave forever.
But I can promise to explore the world with you.
We'll figure it out. Italy, Ireland, Japan, wherever you want to go, we'll make it happen. "
Her eyes fill with tears. "You'd do that? For me?"
"I'd do anything for you." I pull her closer, tucking her against my chest. "And now that Colt's given his blessing… I still can't believe he did that, nothing's stopping us. We can take our time, figure things out as we go. But I'm not letting you go, Nicole. Not now. Not ever."
"What if I mess this up?" Her voice is small. "What if I'm not enough? What if—"
"Stop." I tilt her chin up, making her look at me. "You're more than enough. You're everything. And you're not going to mess this up because I'm not letting you. We're in this together, remember?"
She nods slowly, a smile finally breaking through the tears. "Together."
"Together," I confirm, then kiss her forehead. "Now let's get cleaned up. Then I'm making you breakfast, and we're spending the rest of the day in bed. Sound good?"
"Perfect." She grins. "But Boone?"
"Yeah?"
"Next time, I'm on top."
My cock twitches with interest despite just finishing. "Jesus, woman. You're going to be the death of me."
"Good." She kisses my chest. "But what a way to go."
I chuckle and realize this is what I've been missing. This lightness. This joy. This feeling of rightness that comes from being with someone who gets you completely.
We lie there for a few more minutes, tangled together, catching our breath. My mind is already racing ahead, thinking about how to tell the other ranch owners, how to navigate this with Colt, how to balance Nicole's dreams with my responsibilities.
But for now, none of that matters.
For now, there's just us. Together. Finally.
"Boone?" Nicole's voice breaks through my thoughts.
"Yeah, sweetheart?"
"Thank you. For being brave enough to tell me the truth. For giving us a chance."
I press a kiss to her temple. "Thank you for not running when I did. For taking a chance on an old cowboy who's completely head over heels for you."
"You're not old," she protests.
"I'm sixteen years older than you."
"And I don't care." She props herself up on one elbow, looking down at me. "We’re both adults. What matters is how you make me feel. Safe. Wanted. Cherished. Like I'm the most important person in the world."
"You are." I cup her face, thumb stroking her cheek. "The most important person in my world. And I'm going to spend every day proving that to you."
"I love you," she whispers. "I know it's too soon to say it and you probably think I'm crazy but I've loved you for three years and I can't hold it in anymore—"
I cut her off with a passionate kiss. When I break away, I'm grinning like an idiot.
"I love you too," I tell her. "Have for three years, too. Been driving myself crazy trying to hide it."
She laughs, the sound bright and happy. "We're idiots."
"We really are."
"But we're idiots together now."
"Best kind of idiots." I pull her back down for another kiss, already planning our future in my head.
It won't be easy. There will be challenges and compromises and difficult conversations. But I don't care. Because I've got Nicole Waters in my bed, in my arms, in my life.
And I'm never letting her go.