Chapter 5
Chapter Five
WYATT
The heat from her hand on my thigh is burning a hole in the denim, but I don’t want her to move it. Ever.
The firelight flickers over her hair in flashes of gold. Even in the dim firelight, I can see the pink of her cheeks. Not from cold any longer, but the heat of the whiskey. I’ve told her more about my life than anyone. Ever. Combined.
I’ve made a lot of bad decisions in my life. But wanting her might be the one that has the power to finally undo me completely.
I should look away. Move away.
But I don’t.
I can’t.
Instead, I find myself filling the silence, unwilling to let the night end. “You could have gone anywhere. Why here? Why Rock Creek of all places? It’s kind of…”
“The middle of nowhere?”
Her laugh hits me low in the gut, and my cock is instantly at attention.
She glances over, her eyes bright in the firelight. “I guess you’re not the only one who likes a challenge.”
I nod. Impressed. Because Rock Creek is a challenge. No matter how you look at it.
“When I was young, we’d come and visit my uncle out here.
I always thought he had the coolest job.
He used to let me come along sometimes and seeing him work is a big part of why I wanted to be a vet in the first place.
So, when he told me he was getting ready to retire, I jumped at the opportunity to prove to him that I have what it takes to make it here. ”
She definitely has what it takes. I knew it the moment she stood up to me, unwilling to back down to a grumpy old cowboy.
“You do,” I say simply.
“I do?”
I nod and focus on the fire again.
“Thank you.” She sounds surprised.
Silence settles around us again. The logs in the fire crack and pop; the wind still beats against the house. Every breath she takes echoes in my chest.
“I keep telling myself to stay away from you, Anna,” I admit quietly. “But every time I see you, for the life of me, I can’t remember why.”
Her breath catches with my admission. “Wyatt…”
“God help me, Anna.” I turn to face her on the couch. “I want to kiss you.” The words are rough, drawn straight from a place deep inside me I’ve been fighting to ignore for far too long.
“Why don’t you?”
Her question sends a jolt through me. Still, I hold myself back.
“Because if I do,” I say, my voice gruff and only barely controlled. “I don’t think I’ll be able to stop with just a kiss.”
For a second, I’m afraid she’ll jump up from the couch and put space between us to prevent exactly that from happening. Instead, she leans in closer and whispers, “Good. I don’t want you to stop.”
There are a million reasons why I shouldn’t, including the fact that I’m so much older than her, and she’s a guest in my home, but I don’t care.
When I reach for her, she meets me halfway. Somehow, I manage to set both of our glasses on the table in front of us before sliding my hand around the back of her head and pulling her in close. Her fingers tangle into my hair.
Her breath catches as she looks into my eyes, and that’s it. Whatever thin thread of control I have left snaps, and I crash my mouth to hers.
The kiss isn’t sweet or tender or any of the things it should be. I can’t help myself. Her taste hits me like the sweet bite of the first sip of whiskey.
It burns. It’s dangerous.
I need more.
She gasps against my lips as I devour her, only breaking long enough to whisper her name on a breath. She’s trembling in my hands, but not from fear. It’s the same tremor I feel in my own body. Like we need this.
“Anna…” I whisper against her throat, hardly recognizing the need in my voice. “You’re sure? I don’t know if I can—”
“Don’t stop.”
A growl rumbles from deep inside me as I claim her mouth with my own once more. It’s all I need to hear. I haul her up onto my lap, my fingers gripping her waist, my fingers sinking into the soft flesh of her hips.
She groans against my mouth as I deepen the kiss.
When her legs give way and she straddles my lap, her heat pressing down against my aching, hard cock, it’s me who groans.
“You’ve been driving me crazy, woman,” I admit. “Every time I look at you, I want you.” My lips brush the shell of her ear, nipping and nibbling between words. “It’s too much. Too fucking much for one man to take.”
“So, stop fighting,” she says. “I already told you; I don’t want you to stop.”
I pull back enough to look in her eyes. They’re dark with desire and need. A woman who knows exactly what she wants. “Well then, who the fuck am I not to give you what you want?”
“Yes.” The word is little more than a moan as I dip my head to the tender spot on her neck, kissing and biting until she’s writhing against me.
There’s no more holding back. I need to see her. See what I’ve been picturing almost night and day since the moment she set foot on my ranch.
Anna lifts her arms as I pull her sweater up and over her head. Her bra is simple white cotton, innocent. But I’ve never seen anything sexier than her tits straining against the thin fabric, heaving with every breath. Her smooth, porcelain skin glows in the firelight.
I take a moment to take in the sight of her before lowering my rough scruff of a beard to her chest.
She moans and tilts her head back as I wrap a hand around one soft globe. My thumb grazes roughly over her nipple, forcing it into a hard peak against the thin cotton. I suck the other nipple into my mouth through the fabric.
I know I’m being impatient.
But dammit, I am.
She’s stirred something inside me that threatens to explode. And now that I know she feels the same…
Needing to see more, I pull my mouth away from her nipple long enough to tear her bra free from her body with a flick of my wrist.
Anna gasps with the force of it but instantly thrusts her chest forward for more attention.
Now that she’s bare to me, the little restraint I had left is totally gone.
“You’re so fucking beautiful.”
My hands are everywhere all at once. Kneading, squeezing, pinching, and pulling until she’s squirming wildly against my rigid cock.
“If you’re not careful, I’m going to flip you over and fuck you, Anna.” My voice is low. Full of warning and promise as I struggle to regain control.
She looks straight into my eyes and licks her lips before running her hands down my chest, pulling at the buttons of my shirt. “What makes you think I want to be careful, Wyatt?”
With a growl, I stand, Anna still straddling my waist. Reflexively, she wraps her legs around me, her lips fall open in surprise as I drop her with a soft plop onto the couch.
Without a second to waste, I grab the quilt she’d been cuddling under and spread it on the floor in front of the fire. I want my girl bare in the firelight when I fuck her.
She’s still sitting on the couch, watching me. Looking like a good damn fantasy with her hair spilling over her shoulders, half covering her bare tits, her breath coming fast, her lips parted.
I can’t wait to see what she looks like when she cums.
And I don’t plan on waiting much longer.
Instead of laying her out on the quilt, I drop to my knees in front of her and tug her jeans from her, moving gently over the bandage on her upper thigh.
Her cotton panties match the bra I’ve already destroyed, so with a quick pull, I give her panties the same fate, exposing her sweet, perfect pussy to me.
Dusted in golden curls, I can already see how wet she is for me. My mouth waters at the sight of her wanting me.
“Have I told you how fucking perfect you are, sweetheart?” My big, rough hands run up her legs, squeezing and kneading as I pull her thighs further apart until she’s open for me. “You’re already so wet.”
“For you, Wyatt.”
Her soft voice is almost my undoing.
I grip each of her thighs in my huge hands and stretch her open as I dip between her legs, tasting her for the first time.
She cries out and jumps up almost as if she’s never been touched in such a way before. But I hold her in place while my tongue laps up her seam, slipping between her wet folds. Tasting and taking everything I need from her.
Anna’s cries intensify with every lick. She squirms in my grip, but when I suck the hard bud of her clit between my lips, her entire body vibrates. A long, moan slips from her throat. “Wyatt. Oh my God. I’m…”
“Yes,” I moan against her pussy. “Cum for me, sweetheart. Cum hard.”
A second later, she does as I say, coming apart against my lips. I’m relentless as I continue licking and sucking, pulling every ounce of her orgasm out of her until finally she collapses back against the couch cushions, spent.
With a grin, her juices still on my lips, I pull myself up and tower over her. I press a kiss to her lips, making her taste how fucking delicious she is.
When her eyes flutter open again, I pull back and run the pad of my thumb over her lower lip. “I’m nowhere near done with you yet, sweetheart.”
ANNA
His words hold a promise that makes my entire body vibrate.
I haven’t had a moment to recover from the orgasm he pulled so easily from me. My legs are liquid. There’s no way I trust myself to stand.
Before I can reply, his mouth crashes down on mine once more, hungrier and more demanding than before.
My body responds, and I arch up into him, needing more. My tongue tangles with his, matching him stroke for stroke.
I reach for him, needing to see him.
“You’re wearing far too many clothes, Wyatt,” I mutter between kisses while my fingers blindingly struggle with the buttons of his shirt.
He chuckles and pulls back, moving my hands aside as he takes over.
I stare, vaguely aware that my mouth is likely hanging open while he works the buttons through the fabric and finally pulls his flannel off his shoulders.
Before I can say anything, the thin t-shirt undershirt comes off next, and now I know my mouth is hanging open.
In awe.
He’s gorgeous. I knew he was muscular. But knowing and seeing are two very different things.