25. Danger #2
We don’t stop. Not even when the wind howls and the radio cuts out for static. Not until there’s nothing left to say, and even less to hide. Just her and me, in the heat and the dark, sugar sticking to our mouths, the whole house smelling like home.
Her skirt is pushed up just enough to make me weak—clinging to her curves like they were made by the devil himself. My hands grip her thighs, spreading them wider, my thumbs digging into the soft, trembling flesh of her ass as I crush my mouth against hers.
Her fingers fumble with my belt, nails scraping my stomach as she works open the button of my jeans. I catch her wrist before she can go any farther.
For a second, I just hold it. My thumb brushes over the inside of her pulse, feeling how fast it's racing—wondering if mine is any steadier. Then I lift her hand to my mouth and press a kiss against her wrist.
Not because I'm stopping it this time.
Because I need one damn second to remember what this means.
To remember it's her.
"Winnie."
She exhales. "I know we can’t—I just?—"
I cut her off, gripping her chin hard enough to leave a mark. "Is this really what you want?"
"Yes." Her voice barely carries. "Only if it's what you want."
A rough laugh leaves me. "I really fucking want this. I've wanted this a hell of a lot longer than I should have.”
She searches my face. "Since when?"
I look away for half a second, jaw tight. "I don't know the exact day. Since you started coming around the ranch, started working at the bar. When I realized you were all grown up. Mouthy as hell. Stubborn. Sexy as fuck."
The corner of my mouth lifts. "I tried like hell to fight it."
Her lips part. "Really?"
"Every time you walked into that bar..." I huff a laugh. "I'd tell myself to quit lookin'."
I brush my thumb across her bottom lip. "Never worked."
“But I’m not exactly your usual type," she says.
My mouth finds her neck, biting down just hard enough to make her understand. "You’re not. You’re too good for me. And this might ruin you."
“Ruin me,” she moans, arching against me.
There’s no holding myself back any longer—I yank her panties down, letting them slither to the floor.
I slide her shirt up to reveal those perfect fucking tits.
My mouth latches on, sucking hard enough to leave bruises, my tongue flicking and rolling over her nipples until she lets out a broken whimper.
My teeth mark her, possessive, branding, because I’m already too far gone.
"Oh fuck," she whines when my mouth drags up her quivering thigh, hot and wet, tracing the glistening trail of her arousal like I’m desperate for it. I can’t get enough of her sweet taste, my lips and teeth sink into her inner thigh, finding every drop I can.
“I love the way you taste,” I say, finally kissing her where she needs me.
One of her legs hooks over my shoulder, her heel digging into my back as I devour her like this was dessert all along.
I don’t stop until her thighs are shaking, until her fingers are knotted in my hair, yanking, begging for more.
"Danger—" Her voice cracks. "I want you."
Every muscle in my body goes still.
“You sure?” My voice comes out rougher than I intend.
She nods. That’s all it takes. One hand slides to her waist as I step between her knees.
“C’mere, sweetheart.”
Before she can say another word, I lift her off the counter. She lets out a surprised laugh, her arms wrap around my neck.
“Where are we going?”
“What?” I grin, carrying her down the hall. “You think I’m letting this happen in my kitchen where my son can walk in?”
Her smile grows against my shoulder.
My chest feels too damn tight. Because this isn’t just about wanting her. It’s about finally letting myself be with the woman I haven't been able to stop thinking about.
When we reach my bedroom, I set her gently on my bed.
“Don’t move.”
I cross to the dresser, slide open the top drawer, and grab the box of condoms I bought months ago—the just-in-case box I never thought I'd actually need.
Yet somehow, I kept it anyway.
I pull one out and stand, stripping my shirt off in one rough motion. Her eyes lock onto me as I undo my jeans and roll the condom down my cock. Her eyes go wide and her mouth falls open when she sees the full, throbbing length of me.
"Holy shit," she says. I can’t tell if that’s because of the size or because she just found out exactly where my favorite tattoo is.
I smirk. "You gonna be a good girl and take it all?"
"I can’t believe this is happening," she shrieks, then immediately rolls onto her side, burying her face in the pillow.
I catch her arm before she gets far, gently turning her back toward me.
"Eyes on me." The words come out rough. "I want you to remember this. Six years. I haven't let anyone close in six years... and I broke every damn rule I had for you."
She nods frantically, biting her lip so hard I’m surprised she doesn’t draw blood.
I pin her wrists above her head with one hand, and lean down to capture her mouth in a bruising kiss. She moans into me, her tongue desperate, but I pull back, leaving her panting and wrecked. Fuck, she’s so fucking needy already, and I haven’t even started.
Her pussy is drenched, slick and swollen, wetness dripping down her thighs as I tease her clit with my cock.
Her arousal coats my shaft in the most mouthwatering way.
Her nails claw at my shoulders, leaving angry red trails that only make me harder.
She's trembling, her legs shaking as she tries to wrap them around my waist, but I pin her thighs open wider, holding her right on the edge.
“Please,” she whimpers, her voice breaking.
"You ever been with someone my age, shortcake?" I smirk, dragging the tip of my cock against her slowly, until it notches her entrance. "You sure you can handle it?"
I don’t push in just yet. I savor the moment—the way her pussy clenches before I even make my way in, the way her breath hitches, the way her body is begging for it. She lets out a whine that sends a jolt of heat straight to my cock.
“No,” she says, frustrated. “Are you gonna change that, or are you gonna keep making me wait?”
“Are you sure you can take me?” I ask, giving her another chance to change her mind.
“No,” she moans, arching up, trying to force me inside. “But do it anyway.”
“Make me proud, baby,” I say, pushing inside—just enough to make her gasp.
Her walls clamp down around me greedily as I continue, she takes me inch by inch, and I swear I’ve never felt anything so fucking perfect.
Her pussy is so warm, so tight, her body shaking as I stretch her open inch by agonizing inch.
“Finally,” she moans, her eyes roll back.
“We’re at half,” I rasp.
“Shit,” she says, her nails press in harder.
“Want me to stop?” I ask, my cock throbs inside her.
“No,” her hips jerk up, desperate for more. “Please don’t stop.”
“Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you.” I say, as my hand wraps around her throat. I push deeper, her pussy gripping me even tighter as I slam into her. She screams, her body arching off the bed, her tits press against me, her nipples hard as ice. She’s mine now—every inch of her.
“Oh, god yes,” she sobs, her head falling back, her hair splayed across the pillow.
“You’re perfect,” I breathe, pulling out just enough to slam back in. “You’re taking me so fucking well.”
She kisses my neck before her teeth sink into my shoulder blade, and my whole body tenses. I grab her hips, angling her where I want her. The sound of her moans is pure fucking bliss.
“Damn,” I groan, my voice raw with need. “You feel incredible.”
“Dutton,” she gasps, "It feels so good.”
“Keep sayin’ my name baby,” I say as my hips roll, setting a rhythm that’s both punishing and addictive, each thrust sending pleasure crashing through me.
The way she feels is indescribable. Her nails as they scrape down my back, her teeth graze my neck before her lips soothe every mark they leave. I've always liked a little pain with my pleasure, and I can't get enough of it.
I don’t go easy. I fuck her—hard, relentless, my hips slamming into hers, the bed rattling beneath us.
“Dutton, right there. I’m close?—”
When she comes, it’s with my name on her lips, her pussy locks down on me so hard I feel it in my spine. I have to close my eyes for a second and fight like hell to keep from following her over.
Her body convulses, her tits bouncing, she’s soaking my cock. I fuck her through her orgasm, my own release builds, the pressure in my balls is unbearable.
“I’m right there with you baby,” I growl, my hips slamming into hers.
Her legs wrap around my waist and grip tight as I come, my cock pulses inside her. Her pussy squeezes every last drop from me.
“Fuck,” she says, her body goes limp. “I’m so done for.”
"Join the club,” I smirk, my cock still buried deep inside her.
And I’m not done.
Not even close.