Chapter 12 #2
“Is this for me?” she asks sweetly.
“All you,” I rasp.
“Mmm,” she moans.
“Baylor?”
“You said I come first.”
“I did.”
“Should we test that?”
This beautiful woman just scrambled my brain. “Bay?”
“I’m already wet, Mac. I don’t think it will take long. It’s been a long time since a man has touched me. Over a year,” she whispers.
I should have fucking laid his ass out while I had the chance.
“But you’re so hard,” she says, pushing my jeans down and stroking my cock gently.
“Fuck,” I rasp. “Baby, if you keep that up, I’m going to come in your velvety soft hands.” I pause and collect myself, thinking about puppies and how much I hate her ex, to reel myself in. “It’s been years for me.”
“Years?”
“Yeah, since before you graduated college.”
“What?” she breathes.
“I wanted you. It wasn’t satisfying when you were all I thought about when I was with someone.
So, I just stopped. I had a plan, then you moved to New York, and I was still planning, and even after you brought fuckface home for the first time, I couldn’t.
I tried a few times,” I confess. “But they weren’t you. ”
“So, we both need this?”
“I need you,” I answer, because she could pull her hand from my cock, and I’d still want her with a passion I don’t know what to do with.
She pauses, her eyes meeting mine. “You really mean that, don’t you?”
“Every word.”
“Your words, the sweet things you say, they make me ache for you,” she whispers.
“Tell me what I can do to make it better?” I know how to make it better—fuck, do I know—but this is her show. She’s in control. I’ll give her anything she wants. Hell, she already has all of me, even if she’s not ready to admit it yet.
“Touch me.”
“Let’s go back to my place, or yours, or hell, a room at the inn,” I suggest.
“What’s wrong with right here?” she asks, stroking me again.
“I don’t want our first time to be in the dusty stables.”
“I don’t need the location to be perfect, or have flowers and candles. I need real, Macklin. I need you, and what I see in your eyes, I’m…” Her voice trails off.
“You’re what?”
“Nothing.” She shakes her head, peering down at her hand wrapped around my length.
“There’s nothing you can’t tell me, Baylor.” My tone is soothing.
“I’m trying not to need you,” she whispers, her eyes locking on mine once again.
“Needing you means my heart is invested. Needing you means that when you decide you’re done with me, my heart will shatter.
Not just hurt-me shatter, but a kind of pain, a kind of shatter that changes you. I’ll never be the same.”
“I want you to need me, Baylor, because I need you. All of you. I won’t change my mind, and your heart”—I place my hand on her chest—“is safe with me.” Fuck, if she could only see in my mind.
Her telling me she’s trying not to need me guts me, because that’s all I want.
I want to be there for her in the good times and the bad. I’m her anchor, and she’s mine.
“I want you to choose me.” Her eyes are pleading, and I know what she’s trying to tell me.
Todd just walked out those doors after insulting the life she loves, her home.
These stables, her horse, everything that she is.
He didn’t choose her when he decided to sneak behind her back and have a vasectomy, and he sure as hell never put her first. Even though I’ve waited for her, I’ve been choosing her every damn day for years; she just wasn’t here to see it.
I need to keep showing her that I will always choose her.
She’s right. She doesn’t need the flowers or the fancy room for us to be together. She just needs to know she’s wanted.
I’m the man for that job. No one will ever want her the way that I do.
“Come with me,” I tell her. I tug my pants up over my ass and reach for her hand. She puts hers in mine and allows me to lead her to the back of the stables, where there is a stall that’s unused. The door creaks when I push it open.
“What are we doing?”
“You want me, Bay. Baby, I’m yours. Anytime. However, I won’t let someone else see you like that. No matter what. If we’re in this stall, you’ll be covered, and we have time to react if someone else comes in here.”
I’m rewarded with a smile. “You’re always taking care of me.”
“I’ll never stop, if you let me,” I tell her. “Now, come here.” I step into the stall, and she follows me. I close the door and turn to face her. “Boots off. Step out of those leggings.”
She doesn’t argue, just does as I ask. Her big blue eyes are heated as she shimmies out of her leggings and underwear.
“These, too?” she asks, holding her light pink panties on the tip of her finger.
“Those are mine,” I tell her, snatching them and shoving them into my back pocket.
“Hey!” she protests.
“I’ll buy you more, but let’s be real here, I’ll probably steal those, too.” I grin, and she shakes her head, a smile pulling at her lips. “Come here, baby.” I motion for her to come closer, and she does. “Tell me you want this. That you want me.”
“I want this. I want you.”
There’s conviction in her voice and in her eyes.
I slide one hand behind her neck, pulling her into a kiss, while my other hand slips between her thighs.
Her pussy is dripping for me, and I groan.
“Baylor.” I breathe her name. I’ve wanted her for so long, and to be standing with her like this, knowing that want isn’t one-sided, it’s overwhelming in the best of ways.
I slide one finger inside her, and she sucks in a breath. “Talk to me, beautiful. Are you good?”
“So good, Mac. Don’t stop,” she says, her voice raspy with need.
I add another finger, and her hands move to grip my arms. Even through the thick fleece-lined flannel I’m wearing today, I can feel the bite of her nails, and I can’t help but wish there was nothing between us, no clothes, so I could feel that bite, let her mark me. I’m already hers.
A horse stomps, another nickers, and in the midst of all of that, our heavy breathing is accompanied by the sound of my fingers inside her.
My cock is already starting to leak. Pulling my hand free, I shove my fingers into my mouth and have to fight my eyes rolling back in my head.
She’s so fucking sweet. Moving to my jeans, I pull them over my hips, letting them fall, and bend, placing my hands on the backs of her thighs.
“Legs around my waist,” I tell her as I lift her into my arms. She shrieks, then laughs as she wraps around me. My cock is nestled against her pussy, and she’s drenched already. “Fuck,” I say, because this moment is one that I could live in forever, and one I know that I’ll never forget.