Chapter 1 #2
My cock springs free, thick and heavy, veins pulsing along the length, the head already beaded with pre-cum. It’s rock-hard, curving slightly upward, the knot at the base just starting to swell with my arousal.
Sedona’s eyes widen, her small hand reaching out as I climb back onto the bed. She wraps her fingers around my shaft. Her grip is delicate, making me groan at the contrast.
“Steady me,” I command, and she does, her touch light but firm as she strokes from base to tip. Then she leans forward, tongue darting out to lick the underside, tracing the vein before swirling around the head.
She takes me into her mouth briefly, sucking the tip, her saliva mixing with my pre-cum, but I pull back, not wanting to finish too soon.
“Condom,” I grunt, handing it to her.
Her small hands tear the packet open, and she rolls it down my length with careful precision—smoothing it over every inch before her fingers press gently at the base to seat it snug against my knot.
The sensation of her touch through the latex is electric, her nails grazing lightly, sending jolts straight to my balls.
I can’t wait anymore. I climb on top of her, bracing my weight on my forearms as I settle between her thighs. Her legs wrap around my waist, pulling me in. The head of my cock nudges her entrance.
“You ready for me, Omega?” I ask, voice gravelly.
“Yes, please,” she begs again, nails digging into my shoulders.
I thrust forward, sinking into her in one smooth motion. Her cunt envelops me, tight and velvety, walls fluttering around my girth.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” I groan, bottoming out, my hips flush against hers. She’s soaked, easing the way, but the stretch is intense, making her clench around me like a vise.
I start rocking into her, slow at first, savoring the drag of her slick along my cock. She gives in fully to her Omega side then—head tilting to expose her neck, tongue lapping at my throat in desperate licks, tasting my scent gland.
It’s primal, her instincts driving her to mark me even as I claim her. Her legs tighten, heels digging into my ass, urging me deeper.
“More,” she whines, scratching down my back, nails raking red trails that sting and spur me on. I pick up the pace, hips snapping harder, the bed creaking under us.
Each thrust bottoms out, my knot bumping against her entrance, swelling but not locking—I have to pull back every few strokes, breathing ragged, fighting the urge to knot her fully.
We don’t have time; the world outside waits—cattle, family, work—but here, it’s just us, stealing this heat-fueled frenzy.
My hand slips between us, fingers finding her swollen clit. She’s so slick under my touch.
I rub it in firm circles, matching the rhythm of my thrusts, feeling it pulse against my pads. She keens, body arching, her licks turning to nips at my neck as her scratches deepen.
“That’s it, take it all,” I growl, pounding into her while my fingers work her over the edge.
Her walls spasm, climax crashing through her as she screams my name, slick flooding around my cock. I follow seconds later, pulling out just in time to avoid the knot, spilling into the condom with a guttural roar.
We collapse together, breaths mingling, my forehead against hers.
“One day, I’ll walk through that front door instead of the window,” I whisper, holding her close as the aftershocks fade.
She laughs softly, curling a hand around the back of my neck. “You’d miss the climb.” Her chest’s rising and falling in soft, uneven breaths, curls stuck to her damp forehead.
Her scent is thick in the air, warm and sweet, pulling at that part of me that always wants more of her. I brush my thumb along her cheekbone, letting the moment settle before I peel myself away from her and roll onto my back.
For a second, neither of us moves. Her toes brush my calf. Her fingers trail along my stomach.
I press a kiss to her shoulder, then pull myself upright, the room still smelling like us. I get rid of the used condom and grab the edge of her throw blanket, wiping myself off.
She sits up slowly, cheeks still flushed, curls all rumpled, looking so damn gorgeous, my chest tightens.
“We made such a mess,” she whispers.
“I’ll help you with the laundry.”
She reaches for a tissue on her nightstand, cleaning herself up with little huffs of breath, like she’s still trying to get her bearings. “It’s okay. I’ve got it. I’ll put in a load this evening.”
I steal a kiss against her temple. “C’mere,” I mumble, pulling her into another slower kiss.
“We should… you know,” she says, laughing as she gestures around the room.
“Put clothes back on so your dad doesn’t find me naked in your bedroom?” I tease, nibbling at her jaw.
“That’d be ideal.”
“There’s no way he would come back here in the middle of a workday, right?”
We untangle ourselves and start getting dressed. I tug on my jeans and flannel while she hunts for her bra, tossing clothes around until she finds it.
She bends to grab a fresh pair of panties from the drawer, and I watch shamelessly as she steps into them.
They’re soft cotton, pale pink, hugging her hips in a way that makes something low in my stomach pull tight all over again.
She catches me staring and shakes her head. “Billy, we don’t have time.”
“We could make time,” I murmur.
She swats my arm. “Nope. Sandwiches first. Then you’re gonna go back to the ranch before your brothers kill you.”
“Worth it,” I say, tugging her into my chest for one last kiss. Her hands loop around my neck, lips brushing mine faintly before she pulls away with a small smile.
She pulls on her jeans and a loose T-shirt.
We head downstairs, her curls bouncing with each step. In the kitchen, she goes straight for the fridge, pulling out the foil-wrapped sandwiches she made last night.
“Told you I was thinking ahead,” she says, peeling them open and setting them on a pan to warm.
I grab two glasses from the cupboard, fill them with cold juice, and set them on the table.
The hum of the stove fills the quiet, along with that familiar ache in my chest that hits whenever I’m near her like this.
When the sandwiches are warm, she brings the plates over, but before she can sit across from me, I reach for her waist and tug her into my lap instead. She squeaks a little, hands bracing against my shoulders, then melts into me like she always does.
“You’re trouble,” she murmurs.
I kiss the corner of her mouth. “Can’t believe you made these last night just so we could steal a few more minutes.”
Her grin is smug. “You know I’m a planner, Billy.”
“And I love you for it,” I say, without thinking, because it’s the truth.
Her eyes go softer. Not shy—just warm, like I’ve given her something she’s been waiting to hear. She kisses me again, slow and sweet, her fingers threading through my hair.
“I can’t believe you’re mine,” I murmur, mouth brushing her lower lip.
“Same,” she whispers back.
We kiss until I feel myself forgetting the outside world entirely, until her breath starts hitching and she shifts on my thighs in a way that makes me want to throw the sandwiches out the window and haul her upstairs again.
“Sedona…” I groan against her mouth.
She giggles breathlessly. “Eat before you go.”
“Fine,” I mutter, resting my forehead against her shoulder before nudging the plate closer. “But you’re making it very hard, sweetheart.”
She kisses my cheek, hops off my lap, and finally sits across from me. We eat, though half the time she catches me looking at her and blushes.
Moments like this almost make me forget the world outside this house.
Almost.