Chapter 3
Chapter Three
GEORGIA
Holy shit.
I cannot believe I’m doing this. I never do anything like this. Georgia? Sleeping with some guy she just met? It doesn’t happen.
Maybe it’s because of the way this whole night has gone. Or maybe it’s me feeding into the tarot reading that Serena did and doing something reckless for once.
The way Grant was looking at me earlier made it an easy decision. Once I had a few drinks at the reception, I wasn’t as upset as I was when I first bumped into him.
It let me appreciate him all that much more. Because wow. I have never laid eyes on any man as sexy as him.
The slight stubble on his jaw. How his biceps filled out the long-sleeved shirt he wore. Or how his longer, brown hair curls at the ends.
The best part was the way his brown eyes tracked mine. Like he wanted me.
It’s not something I’m used to.
Which made me want to do it even more.
Having given him my room number, I came upstairs first to freshen up. Anticipation thrums through me as I await his arrival.
It didn’t take much to touch up my makeup, and even though my dress is ruined, it makes my breasts look amazing.
A soft knock echoes through the room.
Giving myself one last look in the mirror, I head through the bedroom into the living room area.
One perk of being best friends with the owner of the ranch is we all got suites this weekend. I swing open the door, and Grant is standing there with his hands in his pockets.
Why is that so damn sexy?
“Hey.” I hold the door open for him.
He walks past me and I get a whiff of what smells like cedarwood and ginger. I guess he wasn’t the only one that needed a few minutes before this.
“I see you got the nice room.” He spins on his heel, taking the room in.
The suites at The Lost Ranch are homey. An oversize leather couch with flannel throw pillows. A lamp made of old horseshoes. Blown-up photographs of the ranch hang on the walls. The beds are plush—perfect for a night with this man.
“Perks of knowing the owner.”
He stops and faces me as I shut the door and wait for him. I don’t move, using the wall to prop me up. The way he is looking at me makes my knees go weak.
This time, Grant stalks toward me, resting one hand above my head and grasping my hip with the other.
“You still want to do this?”
I hook my fingers through his belt loops and pull him closer. “Yes.”
My voice is clear and confident.
I know exactly what I want, and it’s Grant.
Strong, calloused fingers brush over my cheek, sending heat snaking through me. His breath ghosts over my mouth, minty fresh, but not kissing me. He studies me as his fingers move from one cheek, down my neck, and brushing over the swell of my chest.
His hand trails back up the same path on the other side of my face. It’s the softest of touches, but it’s driving me crazy. This man towering over me is stoking the fire inside of me that I thought had long ago burned out.
I want Grant.
“Turn around. Hands up.”
I do as he commands. This time, his hands bunch in the soft satin of my dress. They still aren’t where I want them. I want them everywhere.
“Did you mean what you said about trashing this dress?” he asks.
“I did. Why?”
The splitting sound cuts through the air as the material falls away, leaving me in my bra, underwear, and cowboy boots.
“I knew you were sexy, but this dress hid all of your curves.”
He crowds against me as his hands move up and down my sides. The feel of his dick against my ass makes my mouth water.
Even though he’s still in his jeans, I know it’s going to be better than I’ve ever had.
“What are you going to do to me?” I whisper. My voice is dripping with lust. I want more. I want everything this man is willing to give me right now.
Grant’s hand moves to the hem of my underwear, flirting with it. Not quite dipping inside. Teasing me as wetness gathers in my core.
“That depends.”
“On what?”
“What do you want, cowgirl?”
I throw my head back against his shoulder. “Everything.”
“Be more specific,” he mutters, pressing a kiss to my shoulder.
“Gah,” I groan. “I want you to keep kissing me everywhere. To eat me out. To finger me. I want to ride you. To feel that dick of yours inside me.”
I wiggle against him and he groans as he pushes in closer.
“Good.”
Grant sweeps me into his arms and carries me into the bedroom. His touch is soft as he sets me in the middle of the bed and stands back to stare at me.
Grasping the back of his shirt, he pulls it up and over his head. A light smattering of hair coats his chest as a trail leads a path from a six-pack of abs into the waistband of his jeans.
“Wow.”
His appreciative smile tells me all I need to know.
Resting one knee on the bed, he moves to cover my body with his. He drops his elbows on either side of my head before finally—finally—kissing me.
It’s like a volcano erupts inside of me. It starts slow but it builds as I open for him, seeking him out. I want to taste every bit of him as his tongue glides against mine.
I don’t remember a kiss ever inciting such feelings inside of me. My nails dig into his back as I urge him on. His fingers play with the cups of my bra. Every touch is edging. I crave more of the heady sensations floating through me.
I’ve never been one for emotional attachments, keeping myself locked up. But one night with Grant and I want this feeling to last.
His lips kiss a path down my jaw before sucking on my earlobe. I drift one hand down his back to cup his ass and pull him in closer.
“You’re wearing too many clothes.” I sigh as he keeps working on my neck.
“I can say the same for you, Cowgirl.”
“Then do something about it.”
I smack his ass as his laughter reverberates from my neck through my body.
“So antsy.”
“What can I say? We don’t have all night, and I want to feel your dick inside of me.”
I’ve never been so brazen in my life. I don’t say these kinds of things, but somehow, Grant pulls it out of me.
He rocks back onto his heels, staring down at me.
“I don’t know. I think we have plenty of time for me to do everything you want.”
“Ugh.” I throw my arm over my eyes. “Hurry up.”
The bed shifts below me before my feet are being tugged.
“Ahh!”
I move my arm to look and see Grant kneeling at the foot of the bed between my spread legs.
“Is this more to your satisfaction?”
His breath ghosts over my underwear before a finger traces the wet spot.
“Oh, yes,” I whine.
Because it feels so damn good. Better than anything I’ve ever felt and he’s barely done anything to me.
God, that makes me feel pathetic.
But I can’t stew on that feeling. Not when his lips are sucking on my clit through the fabric.
I sink my fingers into his hair and hold on. I grind against his mouth, savoring the sensations. His hands walk their way up my stomach to squeeze my breasts.
I don’t know if it’s the combination of Grant and of my not having had sex in months—okay, more like a year—but I’m ready to combust.
I squeeze my legs tight around his head as I try to stave off an orgasm. Not when it’s this good.
“Are you ready for me to taste you?” he murmurs.
His voice is deep and raspy. I’m glad he’s feeling even a fraction of what I’m feeling right now.
“Yes. Please.”
He pushes my legs down and peers up at me. “So polite.”
I pop onto my elbows, unhooking my bra and tossing it at him. “I’m willing to beg.”
He licks his lips, staring at my breasts. My nipples are diamond-hard points.
“Maybe later, Cowgirl. Why don’t you play with those pretty little breasts of yours while I eat your pussy?”
“Yesss,” I hiss.
I grab a pillow to better prop myself up—to watch Grant and let him watch me. He grabs my underwear and pulls them off and tosses them over his shoulder.
“Let me watch,” he says before burying his head between my legs.
The first curl of his tongue against my clit makes me push my breasts together. I tweak my nipples as I try to focus on Grant, but my vision blurs in a haze of lust and desire.
My body is on fire. His head buried between my legs is the best sight in the world right now. Not only is he playing my clit like he’s an expert, but when two fingers push inside, I cry out in relief.
“I’m right there. Oh my God.”
His fingers scissor inside of me as deep brown eyes lock on to my blue ones. I don’t look away. I dig the heels of my boots into his back to urge him on.
“Are you going to come for me like the good little cowgirl you are?”
My skin is tight and overheated. If I shattered into a million pieces right now, it wouldn’t surprise me.
“Keep going.”
“Trust me, I’m not going to stop. Not until you come.”
I pluck on my nipples as he pushes three fingers inside me. The curling of his fingers makes me explode.
“Oh my God! Oh my God!”
I keep muttering it over and over as I ride his face through possibly the world’s most intense orgasm.
When it’s finally released me from its throws, I’m a puddle on the bed. My body is limp as I try to form words.
“Fuck. That was incredible,” he mutters as he wipes his mouth, rocking back onto his heels.
I peek one eye open at him. “Felt even better.”
This time, he licks his lips. “Think you can do it again?”
It’s then I notice the button and zipper on his jeans are undone. The tip of his dick is poking out.
“Only if you let me suck you first.”
I don’t know where this brazenness is coming from, but I like it. I like this side of me that asks for what she wants without shame.
“Fuck.” Grant hops off the bed and sheds the rest of his clothes.
I was right. His dick is huge. Not that I have a ton of experience to compare it to, but that thing could split me wide open and I’d have no problem with it.
“Trust me, it’ll fit.”
My gaze snaps to his as he gives himself a long slow stroke.
“How’d you know?” I ask.
“Your face gives a lot away.”
Shuffling onto my knees, I crawl to him. He doesn’t move. His cock is right there as I lick my lips, deciding what I want to do first.
Precum beads at the tip and I flick my tongue over it, relishing the salty taste. I wrap my fingers over his hand and suck the tip inside.
“The way you crawled to me? Fuck. I want to see that again.”
I take as much of his hard length in my mouth as I can. Breathing in through my nose, I start to move.
His growls spur me on as he threads his fingers through my hair. I love the power I have over this man. How he can make me float on clouds and then make me feel like a warrior as I suck him off.
I pull off and trail kisses down his cock. I play with his balls as I take him back into my mouth.
“Just like that, Cowgirl. So damn good.”
I purr around him, loving the praise and attention from him. Getting him off like this is making me want to come again.
His dick is heavy on my tongue. I want more—to feel him come in my mouth—but before it happens, he’s pulling me off of him.
“Too damn close.”
I wipe my mouth, sitting back on the heels of my boots. “Then how about I ride you instead?”
A sly grin comes over his face. “Giddy up, Cowgirl.”
He fishes out a condom from his wallet before sealing his mouth over mine. It swirls every thought in my head as I taste myself on him.
I grab the packet from his hand and roll it down his length.
“Get on the bed,” I whisper against his lips.
He obeys my command and lies down, his dick standing ramrod straight. I smile before throwing my leg over his hips and turning away from him. Gripping his cock, I line myself up and sink down. Sweet, sweet relief. I fall forward, holding myself up as I adjust to his size.
“Fuck, Georgia.”
His hands squeeze my hips as he holds me over him. He’s bigger than I thought. He doesn’t hurry me along, letting me take my time. When it doesn’t feel overwhelming, I rock my hips.
Reaching behind me, I cast a sinful glance his way. His teeth are digging into his bottom lip as I rest a hand on his chest. My moves are slow and methodical, enjoying every slow slide of him inside of me.
Grant pushes up and wraps a hand around my chest to pull me in close. It drifts higher up, squeezing my neck.
“Yes!” I shout.
Everything is swirling inside of me. The high from earlier and the feeling of his cock moving in and out is enough to tip me over the edge.
It’s not as intense, but still just as powerful.
“Do you know how good it feels to have you choking my cock?” he whispers, nibbling on my earlobe. “The best fucking feeling in the world.”
Grant pulls out and pushes me down on my stomach on the bed before thrusting back inside of me.
“Ahh!”
His moves are hard and fast. Skin slapping against skin. My hands fist in the sheets. Pleasure is rolling through me as Grant leans down over me.
“I love fucking you, Cowgirl. I’m so fucking close.”
He bites at my back and I scream again.
“Make me come again,” I pant.
He pounds into me harder as wave after wave of pleasure continues to pulse inside of me.
He nips and bites at my back. Another flash of bliss rages inside of me as Grant starts to come. He shouts through his release as I try to breathe through mine. Every single thought is wiped away, replaced with only pleasure and the feeling of this man pouring his release into the condom.
He collapses onto my back. I’m boneless, trying to recover from the best sex of my life.
“Holy shit,” I say.
“That was incredible, Georgia. I hope you have more in you, because I’m not done with you yet.”
“I don’t think I’m the one with the refractory period we need to worry about.”
I gasp when he slaps my ass. “I think you like arguing with me.”
I wiggle against him, his dick softening inside of me. “I have to say, I enjoy it.”
“Then you better get ready, Cowgirl, because I plan on fucking you a lot more tonight.”
“I can’t wait.”
No argument here.