34. Holden
HOLDEN
Ican’t get enough of her.
Despite how hard I came in her mouth, the taste of her and the way she clenched around me have me straining against the half-fastened fly on my jeans.
I can’t stand not being inside her any longer, the desire a physical ache. But I left my damn wallet and condom in the cab. “Don’t move.” My voice comes out rough.
“Wait.” She pushes herself upright, her legs dangling off the tailgate, and hooks her fingers into my belt loops.
The sight of her, so beautifully disheveled, with her hair falling around her face and her breasts spilling out of her partially unlaced shirt, makes my dick jerk against my zipper. “Please, Holden…” She searches my face, wetting her lips.
I know what she’s going to ask. It’s written on her face. Cupping her nape, I stroke the angle of her jaw with a thumb. I already know she’s on birth control, but I need to know she’s sure.
“Sweetheart, there’s nothing I want more than to fuck you bare. I’ve never gone without protection, but I’ve been tested anyway. I’m all clear.”
She swallows, then nods. “Me too. And I want this. I want to feel you.”
I clench my eyes shut, taking deep, ragged breaths, grasping for a shred of control. When I’ve reined myself in enough not to thrust into her then and there, I smooth her hair away from her cheeks.
She looks so soft and vulnerable, her face turned up to mine, skin dewy, lips still swollen, and something ignites, flickering hot beneath my ribcage.
I forget the burn when her fingers find my zipper for the second time tonight and tug it down. But before she can go farther, I press lightly against her chest. “Lie back for me.”
She purses her lips, as if she’s about to argue or maybe just keep going, but then she eases back.
I reach behind me, gripping my shirt at the back of my neck and dragging it over my head. Then I fold it up and lean over her so I can place it under her head.
Her lips curve. “Such a gentleman.”
That pulls a rough laugh from me. “Hold on to that thought.” I press my thumb against her lips until they part, then slide my fingers into her mouth. “Suck.”
With her face flushing dark enough to be visible in the moonlight, she does. The way her cheeks hollow, combined with the wet heat of her tongue against my skin, sends sparks shooting up my spine. And by the little humming moan she lets out, she knows how she’s affecting me.
I shove my jeans and boxer briefs down my thighs with my other hand, freeing my straining cock, then pull my glistening fingers from between her lips. I spit into my palm and slick my length with both of us.
The whimper that slips out of her urges me on, and dammit, I can’t wait a moment longer.
“Feet on the edge,” I grit out.
She pulls her legs up, bending her knees so her heels rest on the tailgate and she’s open for me.
With one hand braced on the truck bed next to her hip, I fist the base of my shaft and glide the tip through her wetness, then press it against her already swollen clit.
“No teasing.” Her mouth lifts at the corners, though her voice trembles as she repeats my words from earlier.
Fuck. This woman.
I shake my head, fighting a grin. “Bossy.”
“You started it.”
That does something to my control. I drag myself back down until I’m lodged against her opening. The soft, wet heat of her against my bare skin sends electricity crackling through me. My balls give a warning pulse, and I’m not even inside her yet.
“Slow.” My voice is harsh, but if I rush it, this will be over all too soon.
Still holding myself, I flex my hips and push an inch into her. The air rushes out of my lungs as her tight channel closes around the tip of my dick.
We both groan.
Fuck. Nothing between us.
I’ve never felt anything as incredible as Sage’s body gripping me like a slick, heated vise. I can’t imagine ever wanting anything more.
“Fuck, Sage.” I drop my head, my eyes clamping shut for a beat as her muscles quiver around me.
“Don’t stop.” She rocks her hips, trying to get more of me. But I tighten my grip on myself to keep from just rutting into her.
“Holden.” Her fingers curl around my forearms. “It feels so good. I need you to move.”
How can I resist her when she asks like that?
“Hold still, then, sweetheart. Let me do this.”
She wets her lips and nods.
With my hands on her inner thighs, I use my thumbs to spread her so I can watch, heart hammering, as I work my way into her one inch at a time. Until my control breaks and I drive the rest of the way inside her.
Her cry cuts through the quiet night.
Holding myself there, buried so deep my aching balls press against her ass, I’m overwhelmed. I can feel everything. Every small clench around me. Every tremor that runs through her. “Christ, Sage.”
I reach for the ties of her shirt, tugging them all the way open and peeling the fabric away like I’m unwrapping a gift. All I have to do is yank down the cups of her bra to leave her fully exposed to my hungry gaze.
Rather than pumping into her the way my body is urging me to, I glide my knuckles over the swell of her breast, then circle the hard point of her nipple with a fingertip, following up with a light pinch.
She jerks and whimpers as her body tightens around me.
It’s too much. I pull almost all the way out before pushing back into her, and the sensation damn near wipes my mind clean.
Her head tips back, a moan spilling from her lips.
Gripping her thigh, I find a rhythm, watching every reaction cross her face. She meets me thrust for thrust, no hesitation now, taking what she needs instead of waiting for me to give it to her.
It drives me fucking crazy.
Her hands glide over my chest before one curves behind my neck and pulls me down. I go willingly, catching her mouth with mine and kissing her until she’s gasping against my lips.
Sparks of pleasure shoot through me from where I’m filling her, my control fraying every time she grinds against me.
Holding her hips still, I rub circles over her swollen clit until she’s clenching down even more, then give it a light pinch.
Her eyes widen and her mouth falls open. “Holden, I want… I need.”
As desperate as I am to let go and take her with me, I’m not ready for this to end yet. I drag my hand away and pull out.
She gasps, then whimpers in protest. “I thought you were going to…”
I grip her chin and run my thumb along her lower lip. “Fuck you? Fill you up?”
Her throat bobs and she nods.
“That’s exactly what I’m gonna do, sweetheart,” I tell her. “I promise I’ll be buried back inside your pretty little cunt in a second. Now shift back for me.”
Pushing herself up and bracing her hands on either side of her hips, she scoots back.
I press the button that drops the tailgate step, then snag my shirt off the truck bed and lay it over the step.
She watches my every move, breasts thrust up high by the cups of her bra, bare skin silky smooth under the glow of the moon. Her focus drifts down, and when she licks her lips, I grasp my length and give it a few firm strokes.
Groaning, she tips her head back. “Holden…”
“Knees on the step.”
She scrambles down, drops to her knees, and looks over her shoulder at me, her lips curved as she shrugs out of her unlaced shirt, then unclasps her bra and lets it slide down her arms.
Her coy smile has me squeezing my dick to rein myself in. But when she folds forward, pressing her chest flat against the truck bed and presenting her perfect ass to me, I lose control.
Jolting forward, I trail one hand down the long line of her spine while I notch the head of my cock against her again. With my focus fixed there, unable to look away, I sink back into her.
“So damn tight. You’re going to make me work for the privilege of filling you, aren’t you, sweetheart?”
Without waiting for a response, I grip her hips and drive into her, and she cries out my name as I bottom out, impossibly deep at this angle.
I murmur words of praise, dragging my fingers over her soft skin. “That’s my beautiful girl. You take me so damn well. I love your sweet cunt. I can’t wait until you’re full of my cum.”
“Yes,” she hisses. “Give it all to me. Let me feel it.”
I can’t take it anymore. I need this—I need her.
I pull out, eyes fixed on how my dick glistens with her arousal, then thrust my hips, sliding all the way back home.
Her breathless little moans urge me on. With her ponytail wrapped around my hand, I pull her head back, making her neck arch. And then I fuck into her again and again.
Pleasure so intense it’s almost painful builds at the base of my spine, but I need to take her with me. I reach around her and find her swollen clit, rolling my fingers over it until she’s chanting, “Yes, yes, yes.”
She clenches around me, her voice getting louder, until with one last firm rub, her entire body seizes, and she’s coming, spasming around me again and again.
Fire races along my spine and scorches its way up my shaft.
I throw my head back and shout as my release explodes through me in shuddering waves.
The grip and release of her inner muscles drags even more pleasure out of me.
Even as I’m coming, I pull out, just enough for two thick jets of cum to streak over her opening before I press the head of my cock against her and fuck it back in.
“God, Holden,” she almost sobs. “It’s so good. So good.”
I keep pumping, keep coming, until I’ve poured everything I have into her.
“Sage…” I don’t even know what I want to say, the words tangling somewhere between my chest and my mouth.
With a final jerk of my hips, I drape myself over her, savoring the residual tremors that whisper through both of us.
I press kisses to the damp skin at the crook of her neck, to her shoulder blades, her spine, until she’s lax under me.
And when I pull out of her, I tug her against me and angle her face up, kissing her, the glide of her tongue calming my pounding heart.
As soon as I can think again, I smooth my hand down over her stomach and cup her pussy. She’s slick with both of us, and knowing she’s full of me sends a fierce possessiveness roaring through my veins.
“Don’t think you’re getting your panties or your shorts back,” I murmur. “I want to know you’re making a mess of my truck on the drive home.”
“Holden,” she hisses. She tries to look scandalized, but the way her lips twitch at the corners gives her away.
I grab my shirt from the step and slip it over her head, then pick her up. “C’mon, sweetheart. Let’s get you home.” I carry her around to the passenger door so she doesn’t hurt her feet. Then I go back for her clothes and boots and toss them into the back seat.
Before I start the truck, I drag my gaze over her. She’s draped in my shirt, tousled and messy and so damn beautiful it hurts.
The soft, sated smile she gives me washes over me in a wave. My hand tightens around the steering wheel for a second, then I crank the engine and head toward Wild Ember.
By the time we’ve showered and climbed into bed, she’s warm and sleepy against me, one leg tangled in mine. As her breathing slows, I rest my hand low on her back, palm spread across bare skin as moonlight spills pale through the cabin window.
This whole room smells like her now. Mint, honeysuckle, sex. It’s everywhere.
She shifts against me, pressing a lazy kiss beneath my jaw before settling into my arms as if she knows that’s where she belongs. Dragging my fingers up and down her back, I stare out into the dark trees beyond the window.
Stay.
The word slips into my head, sudden and sharp.
Don’t go back to New York.
Don’t chase a job somewhere else.
Stay here. At the ranch. With me.
For a second, I almost say the words out loud, and a slow trickle of panic works its way through me. Because I’m not sure I could take hearing her say no.
That’s the part that really gets me. Not wanting her, but wanting tomorrow. Next week. Next year. Wanting this to keep going.
She hums against my throat. “Are you okay?”
I brush my lips across the top of her head.
She tilts her face up, studying me through heavy-lidded eyes. “You went quiet.”
I look at her for a long second. Pink mouth swollen from kissing. Hair wrecked from my hands. Instead of answering, I lean in and press my lips to hers.
Kissing’s easier than talking. Always has been.
With a soft sigh, she shifts closer until there’s barely any space left between us. I kiss her again. Slow enough this time that the urgency burns itself down into something deeper.
She rests a hand on my chest. Right over my heart.
“You know,” she murmurs sleepily, “you’re not nearly as grumpy as you pretend to be.”
A quiet laugh escapes me before I can stop it. “Don’t spread it around.”
Her smile curves faintly, her eyes drifting shut again.
But in the quiet afterward, with her curled against me, the thought returns.
Stay.
It would be so damn easy to ask.
She shifts again as the night breeze rustles through the trees outside.
I let the moment pass. Maybe tomorrow.