13. Stetson
THIRTEEN
Stetson
We stayed in the bath until the water went cold, not really talking so much as just…
melting. Breathing. Soaking it all in after a long, hard walk in the elements.
The snippets of conversation we did have were about nothing at all—she wanted to know what my favorite movie was, I told her I didn’t have one.
She committed herself to a full cinematic education for me, talked about building a curriculum.
The woman was crazy.
Didn’t know I needed that until right there in that bathtub.
Somehow I managed to convince myself to get out before I dozed off, dragging Bryn along with me.
I wrapped her in the only clean and dry towel I had left—only had three in the whole damn house, and I hadn’t exactly prepared for guests when I’d gone out to check the fences four days ago.
Her dark hair dripped on the floor, curling slightly around her shoulders and temples in unruly waves and cowlicks.
“Is this when I get the tour?” she asked—but I could see the exhaustion clear on her face.
“Nah, this is when we get in bed,” I said, toweling myself off just enough so I wouldn’t leave too much of a mess. “You look like you’re about to pass out.”
“I’m fine and I have an agenda,” she protested. “Tour, sex, then we watch a movie, starting with—”
“I don’t own a TV.”
“You don’t—” she paused, then reached up to squeeze the bridge of her nose. “I have no words for this. An American without a TV…”
“Gonna have to get over the whole American thing if you’re havin’ an American baby,” I chided.
“And I’m not going to have any American baby if you keep taking sex off the agenda.” She tapped her hip. “Remember? One ovary so we have to try twice as hard.”
I moved toward her, putting my hands on her hips. She dropped the towel without a second thought. “Mm…how am I supposed to resist when you talk sexy like that?”
She leaned in, her hand gliding down my abdomen, and I hissed out a breath when she wrapped her fingers around my cock. “You don’t feel very tired.”
“Never too tired to fuck you, baby.”
Her hand kept a slow rhythm, walking me backward through the door, the two of us dripping water along the way. Buck had made himself scarce—good dog, because I didn’t want him interrupting. She kept stroking me, my head a mess.
“I do not know where I’m going,” she murmured, keeping her eyes on me.
“Mmph—bed,” I grunted, one hand shooting out to grip the doorframe to the bedroom. “In here.”
She pushed me back until my legs hit the edge of the bed, and I sat, her hand never breaking rhythm.
"Sit," she said. "Since you're finally cooperating."
"Wasn't given much choice."
"That's the point."
She sank to her knees between my legs, water still dripping from her hair onto my thighs, and looked up at me for a second before doing anything else.
"Was this on the agenda?" I asked.
She didn’t respond; just dragged her tongue up my cock.
My brain went completely blank.
“Fuck,” I hissed.
“You teased me the other night,” she mumbled, her lips never leaving my cock. “I’m returning the favor.”
“You planned this.”
“Mmhm.”
“You’re evil.”
“And as I’m always saying…you like it,” she laughed.
Then she took me in completely, all the way to the back of her throat.
I fisted a hand in her wet hair, pulling just enough to let her know how good it felt. “Jesus, Bryn.”
She hummed around me, the vibration nearly making me fall back—but I wanted to look at her. She pulled back slow, tongue dragging the whole way, then sank down again, finding a rhythm that had my hips jerking before I could stop them.
“Good at this,” I groaned. “Shit—”
“I’m good at a lot of things,” she said, eyes darting up as she stroked me. “Happens when you’re competitive.”
“This a competition?”
“Yes.”
“What’s the game?”
She pulled off just long enough to answer, hand moving with agonizing slowness. “You’re gonna last long enough to put a baby in me,” she said. “And I get to suck you off as long as I want.”
I clenched my jaw, tightened my grip on her hair. “Good lord, Bryn—”
“Because you don’t want to come this way,” she said against me. “You want me here in this house, pregnant—”
“You’re playin’ dirty.”
“Learned from the best." She took me back in her hand, stroking, deliberately slow now. "Say it, Stetson. Tell me you want to give me a baby."
"You know I do."
"Then don't waste it in my mouth."
Her pace increased.
She sucked harder.
I moaned. “Fuck me…fuck—”
“You made me beg for it, so now it’s your turn.”
“You are actually evil.”
She met my eyes from between my legs, a smile somehow on her lips even with me buried in her throat. Her eyebrows went up, and I didn’t have to hear the question to know what she was asking.
“Need you to ride me,” I gritted out. “I’ll beg. Please, baby…please—”
She did this thing with her tongue, swirling it around the head and sinking back down again.
“Wanna put a baby in you so fuckin’ bad,” I growled. “Won’t waste a drop. Not like this. No matter how good it feels—shit—”
I finally fell back, thrusting my hips helplessly into her mouth. “Bryn, please. Come on, baby. You’re so fuckin’ beautiful, I can’t hold out much longer…need to be inside you, need to fill you up, need to put a baby in you—”
Her lips came free with a pop.
She climbed over me and sank down so fast I almost came right then and there.
My hands flew up to grasp her hips as she rode me fast and hard, her pussy clenching.
“Fuckin’ hell, you're a goddamn spitfire—”
“You feel so good,” she groaned. “Stetson…Stetson, fuck me…”
I thrust up into her, holding her against me for a moment so I could feel her deep. “Damn right,” I growled. “Teasin’ me like that…my turn, baby—”
I rolled her, hitched her legs over my shoulders, and gave it to her. I drove into her hard, her back arching off the mattress, her hands scrambling for something to hold onto and finding the headboard instead.
"Stetson—"
"You wanted this." I kept the pace relentless, her legs locked over my shoulders. "Wanted me to lose control. Got what you asked for.”
She was loud now, louder than she'd been all week, and I didn't slow down for any of it. Sweat and bathwater both, her nails digging into my forearms, the old bed frame knocking against the wall with every thrust.
"Gonna come," she gasped. "Stetson—"
"Come on, then. Show me."
She did, clenching around me hard enough that I nearly lost it right there, but I held on, kept going, chasing the promise I'd just spent five minutes making.
"Bryn." My voice came out wrecked. "Where."
"Inside. Told you already."
"Just makin' sure."
"Stetson—"
I buried myself deep and let go, everything I'd been holding back for the last ten minutes pouring into her at once, my forehead dropping against hers as we both rode it out.
Neither of us moved for a long minute. Just breathing, tangled together, her legs finally sliding down off my shoulders to wrap around my waist instead.
"You win," I said finally.
"I know.”
I lifted my head with a smirk. “You're a sore winner.”
She reached up to stroke her fingers along my jawline, smoothing my unkempt beard. “Takes one to know one.”
I kissed her hard, then pulled away to look into her green eyes.
“Glad I didn't leave you at the house.”
“I would've just walked over here if you had,” she said. “It's not that far.”
“And if the door was locked?”
“Would've broken a window.”
I grinned despite myself. “I'm askin’ for trouble, huh?”
She smiled back. “Trouble already answered, cowboy.”