28. Kash
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
kash
There’s fear, and then there’s pure terror.
That two-minute drive from the main property was torture, with every possible scenario playing through my head.
Turns out, I wasn’t far off. Because I knew Jack Ford was an evil son of a bitch, but nothing could’ve prepared me for what I saw when I stood in those stable doors.
Now, Juliette is trembling in my arms, and I wish there was something I could do to make her feel safe again. This is every nightmare I’ve ever had—every reason I told myself to stay the hell away from her. In the end, it didn’t even matter. He still came after her.
“Hey, Kash?”
“Yeah, June bug?” My hand continues to stroke down her back as the other grips the back of her neck as if my touch alone will be enough to comfort her.
“Did you mean it?”
“Mean what, darlin’?”
“When you called me yours.”
My body freezes while my brain tries to figure out what in the hell she’s talkin’ about.
“Need you to be more specific.”
She draws back just enough that she has to tip her chin up to look into my face. The already darkening bruise and slight cut that slashes across her cheekbone make me wish I would’ve just killed the motherfucker and been done with it.
“When you yelled at Jack for touching what’s yours.”
Fuck . It was pure blind rage and instinct because that’s exactly what I thought in the moment. He was hurting the woman that’s mine . Except she’s not.
“I said that?” I murmur, the hand on her neck slipping up just high enough that my fingers weave through the silky strands of her hair.
“Mmmhmm. Was just curious if you meant it, that’s all.”
Her big brown eyes are staring up at me like I’m truly her knight in shining armor, but what I really am is her downfall.
“Jules…”
She blinks and tears her eyes from mine, looking at any other part of my face so I can’t see her disappointment, but I do. The apple becomes sharp, her scent losing its sweetness, leaving me feeling like my heart is being wrenched in two.
“Because it’d be okay if you did. Say that I’m yours, I mean. But only if…” She sucks in a harsh breath as her lips move like she’s trying to figure out her next words. “Nevermind. I probably misheard you in the chaos of the moment. I… We should probably call Beck and?—”
My hands grip each side of her face, being extra cautious with the injured cheek, as I simply stare down at the woman I’ve been in love with all of my life.
The hitch in her breathing tells me she’s not immune to what I’m feeling.
Hell, even with everything she just went through, there’s the tiniest hint of her perfume spilling into the space between us.
Maybe it’s the heartbreak in her eyes or the hint of desire despite it, but I realize I can’t keep denying myself what I want anymore.
It’s what I’ve done my whole life, after all, and I’m ready to take what’s mine, come hell or high water.
“You’d want to be mine?” I rasp, disbelief making my voice hoarse.
I brush my thumb over her plump bottom lip, and they part in a gasp. Fuck, how many times have I imagined being able to touch her like this?
One side of those plush pink lips quirks up. “It’s all I’ve ever wanted. Even when I hated you, I still loved you.”
I swear to Christ I hear angels singing Hallelujah . I’m no saint, but I’ll be damned if I wouldn’t try to be for her.
At this rate, my heart is going to pound its way straight out of my chest while my dick splits my zipper. Things are gonna get hella awkward.
“You’ve always been mine, June bug. Even when we were kids and I was shootin’ you with spitballs from across the dinner table, to that night on the lawn when I lied and said I never wanted you in the first place. Because I did, with the entirety of my soul.”
“You can have me, Kash, if you want me.”
Despite all the reasons why I shouldn’t, I say the one thing that will damn us both. “Then you’re mine, Juliette Callahan.”
I don’t let myself overthink it. Leaning down, I press my lips to hers for the first time, and it’s like I’ve truly come home.
Because that’s what Juliette is. My home .
My hands slide back, tipping her head up to give me a better angle since she’s so damn short.
The movement has her lips parting, and I use that to my advantage, thrusting my tongue into her mouth.
I can’t hold back my moan when I taste the sweet apple cinnamon on my tongue.
“Fuck, June bug.” She steps into me, our bodies aligning in a way that has my hardness pressing into her belly, so there’s no doubt that she can feel just how much she affects me.
“When I said you could have me, I kinda meant right now,” she pants. “We’ve waited long enough, don’t ya think?”
Eyes wide, I pull back and stare down at her. “But you were just assaulted. We should?—”
“I’m a rodeo rider, Kash. A hit to the cheek ain’t nothin’. Right now, all I need is my Alpha to fuck me right here in this dirty barn.”
Pretty sure my brain misfires. Did she just say…
“Yeah, Daisy. You heard me right. Fuck me. Right here, right now. Take what’s always been yours.”
She steps back, grabbing the hem of her tank top and pulling it over her head. She’s not wearing a bra, so the most perfect pair of tits I’ve ever seen stares back at me. Her hands peel off first one boot, then the other, all while my eyes stay trained on her chest.
The harsh splatter of rain on the roof provides the perfect backdrop for the torrent of emotions sweeping through me. Shock, definitely, but also desire and fucking overwhelming joy.
This is happening.
This is really fucking happening.
For fuck’s sake, Kash, don’t just stand here like a fucking virgin who’s never seen a pair of tits before.
Do. Something.
“You wanna touch ‘em?”
When my eyes dart up to hers, the laughter in them finally breaks me out of my fucking stupor.
“I wanna do more than touch ‘em, June bug.”
“Ain’t nothin’ stoppin’ ya.”
Dammit, she’s right. Getting to my knees on the dirty stable floor, I grip her hips with my hands.
It’s then I realize she’s already fully naked.
My fingers flex against her bare skin, and the growl that works its way up my throat is raw and guttural.
Pulling her into me, I’m face to tits, and I swear, if I died right now, I’d be a happy man.
The second my mouth closes around her nipple, her hand grabs my hat, tossing it aside so her fingers can play through the length of my hair.
My palm splays against her lower back, and for long moments, I suck and lick and bite her nipples, her hand clutching me to her like she’s feeding me from her body.
That thought brings others…like her breastfeeding Charlotte.
Suddenly, the image becomes so crystal clear in my mind that I can picture her doing the same with our baby.
A need so wild and fierce rushes through me at the idea of filling her up until she’s round with my child that I start to get a little bit concerned.
I’ve never gone into rut, and she’s not in heat so it shouldn’t be a concern… right?
“You’re thinking so loud the cows can hear you, Kash,” she quips.
Looking up into her amused eyes, words pour out before I can stop them. “Have my baby?”
Her mouth opens, then closes, until a wide smile spreads across her face. “I’ll give you a baby, sugar…” She leans down, fingers deftly gripping the hem of my shirt and lifting it over my head. “But how about you fuck me first, then we can discuss the logistics of that later?”
It doesn't go unnoticed that she’s talking to me like some untried boy. Maybe I should show her that I really am all man even if my instincts are making me as horny as a teenager.
Without warning, I stand, lifting her up and tossing her naked body over my shoulder.
She huffs out an abrupt laugh while slapping my back, but I don’t even feel it.
I head for the two bales down the way, snatching up an old blanket tossed over one of the stall doors.
It’s probably not clean, but hay itches like a son of a bitch, so it’s the lesser of two evils.
I toss it down, spreading it across the bale as much as is possible with my instincts riding me hard.
“Kash Ford, so help me God, if you set my naked ass on that hay bale, I will fill your boots with horse shit.”
My hand comes down on her ass with a harsh smack, and her yelp is the prettiest sound I’ve ever heard.
“You want to be fucked or not, June bug?” Turning my head, I kiss her naked thigh. “Because your pussy is dripping all over my shoulder.”
She growls. “I do, dammit, but I don’t want hay rash.”
My hands grip her hips before I lift her up and set her on the floor. “Good thing I found a blanket then, huh?”
Without warning, I spin her around, stepping right up into her back and forcing her forward. “I need you to present like a good goddamn Omega for your Alpha, darlin’,” I bark, a hint of Alpha command in my husky tone.
Even though she starts to comply, it’s not fast enough for my hindbrain. One palm lands between her shoulder blades, pressing her down until her breasts hit the blanket and her good cheek rests against it.
“Now spread those thick thighs so I can see your slick dripping from that sweet cunt.”
She whimpers but obeys, stepping out until all I can see is glistening skin.
Her scent is so damn thick, I can taste her on the air, but it’s not enough.
Dropping to one knee, I lean in and swipe my tongue through the thick wetness between her legs.
The second her flavor hits me, I go fucking feral.
My mouth closes around her clit, licking and sucking until she’s damn near riding my mouth.
“Come on your Alpha’s tongue,” I command, and I’ll be damned if she doesn’t gush right into my mouth with a low groan.
Her legs shake as I feast on her for another few seconds, my beard literally dripping with her satisfaction and a purr loudly rumbling through me.
“Fuck, Kash. I need your knot,” she chokes out through gasping breaths.
Reluctantly, I release her, standing and shucking off my boots and jeans while she continues to present for me, all pretty and swollen and wet.
“That so?”
She whines, and the sound has my balls drawing up tight. “Yes, please, Alpha. Fuck your knot into my tight little cunt. I need you.”
It’s that last bit that sets me off. My body is trembling with the sheer level of restraint I’m forcing.
I take a deep breath and exhale, which does me no good.
Her warm, gooey apple pie is thick and heavy in the air.
She’s in my lungs, and in my mouth, and in my nostrils until all I can see is her.
The touch of her warm palm against my thigh grounds me, and my eyes connect with hers as she stares back at me.
“I’m made for you, Kash. Give it to me. I can take it.”
“Fuck, June bug. I’m not gonna be able to hold back once I’m inside you.”
“Good.” Her hands reach back, spreading herself wide open as one long, delicate finger taps against the edge of her fucking pussy. “Then right here, Alpha. Take it. It’s yours.”
Holy. Motherfucker.
This Omega is going to kill me. I just hope she engraves Died Inside the Sweetest Pussy in All of Creation on my tombstone and buries me right here where I can remember just how goddamn good it felt.
Stepping forward, I play my tip up and down her slit, lubing myself up and even teasing around her tight little pucker.
“If I survive this, your ass is mine, June bug.” Her chuckle sets fire to my blood. “You think I’m kidding? I mean that in the most literal way possible.”
“You survive this and, you better believe I’ll ride your dick as it stretches my ass. Now fucking give it to me, Kash.”
My hand flies through the air, landing with a slap against her ass cheek. “Needy little beast. Fine. You want it? Here it is.”
Guiding my tip in, I grip her wrists, pulling them from the cheeks she was still holding open, and use them as leverage.
Without warning, I drive my hips forward, slamming all the way into her with one brutal thrust. She screams, edging up on her tiptoes as her body tries to adjust to my sheer size.
“This what you want, darlin’?” I ask, pulling out and plunging in again.
My knot teases her pussy, spreading her just a little bit wider but never pushing in.
“Fuuuccckkk,” she groans.
“Like that? Strokin’ you nice and deep. It’s all for you, June bug.”
Withdrawing, I play the tip in and out for just a second, enjoying the way her body clenches around my head, squeezing it. I’m already perilously close to coming because her body is like nothin’ I’ve ever had before.
Then I impale her again, fast and rough.
“Your cunt is trying to milk my cum right out of me. Think you deserve it?”
My thrusts become desperate, the feel of her just too damn good.
“Yes. Yes, Alpha. I’ve been so good. Please come inside me. Fill me up.”
There’s that image again—my cum dripping out of her pussy as my seed sparks life. My growl echoes through the room just as lightning splashes across the sky followed by a deep rumble of thunder.
Still holding her wrists, I roll my hips back. This next thrust is going to decimate me in the best way possible, I just know it.
“Then take me, June bug. Take all of me.” The words have a double meaning I hope she catches even in her lust-fueled haze.
With that, I shoot forward, my knot hitting her pussy and forcing its way through until it settles into a spot that clamps around me, cinchin’ my knot until it feels damn near close to bursting.
With a roar, I drop my grip on her wrists to latch onto her hips with a bruising hold.
Jules screams until her voice goes hoarse.
My body keeps spasming and coming, and every time I think it’s about to end, Jules rocks back against my body with a whine and starts it all up again.
When I finally feel her body go lax, I release an exhausted grunt and damn near collapse on top of her, my chest heaving as I draw in lungfuls of oxygen.
“You weigh as much as a horse,” she rasps.
“Explains why my cock is so big.”
Laughter explodes out of her, and the shaking of her body has her pussy milking me for more.
“Goddammit, June bug. Knock that shit off, or I’ll have to take you again.”
“I can think of worse things…”
Raising up onto my hands, I roll my hips forward just a little.
Her immediate moan is music to my ears. “Jesus Christ, Kash.”
Lifting her up, I gently turn us around and fall to my ass on the hay bale. I wrap my arms around her, her body melting back into my hold as I nuzzle into her neck.
The feel of her palm on my bearded face is a tenderness I never thought I’d experience. Her eyes meet mine over her shoulder. “I love you, Kash Ford.”
My lips graze hers. “And I love you, Juliette Callahan.”
We listen to the rain pouring down while we stay wrapped up in each other, ignoring reality for just a little bit longer.