Chapter 5
Chapter Five
Beckett
I’m never going to get enough of Clara, of her taste, of the noises she makes as I explore her body.
It’s enough to drive me to distraction even hours after I brought her lunch and tasted her again. Not helpful when I’m supposed to be working on a plan to clear up the riding trails through the woods on our property.
The trails had been neglected over the last winter, what with the insane amounts of snow and rain we’d gotten in the area, and a few distractions with other things had kept us from getting them ready earlier in the year.
Not to mention the paperwork for the change in management I needed to get together so I could get it sent off to the proper places.
And help Noah figure out a plan for some extra funding for the updates and renovations he wanted to make for the Lodge and guest rooms. We’d used up too much of our savings to help cover expenses over the last year or so while the economy tanked.
We were lucky that our family had been squirreling away money for such an instance.
A lot of ranches had either sold off parcels of land to developers or had to close down entirely.
But instead of focusing on that, every few seconds I glanced out the window of the study, to the corner of the barn where the tack room is.
This morning had been … unexpected, and right in so many ways. I wasn’t sure how Clara felt about the sudden and undeniable change in our friendship, but she’d been just as eager as I’d been.
She’d kissed me back with just as much intensity, as much need. And holy hell had she been beautiful and needy with the sounds she made and the way she’d rode my fingers and my tongue.
My cock was hard again within seconds, reminding me that I hadn’t had my own release. No, I’d wanted to taste her and explore as much of her as I could, and make sure she was more than fully sated. My orgasm could wait. I had spent too long dreaming of the way she tasted.
I shifted in the chair and tried to refocus on the handwritten list of our trails.
Most of the trails were designed to be shorter and easier for inexperienced riders to navigate.
Those trails wouldn’t be difficult to assess, and hopefully easy to clear.
The faster we could get even two trails ready, the better.
I sent a text to Henrik, one of our ranch hands, about gearing up and to be ready in the morning. A message from Clara popped up. Regret about having to go out on the trails and spend a day in the woods instead of with her hit me deep.
I’d like to return the favor from this morning, if you’re interested.
As if there was any universe where I wouldn’t be. My cock strained against my jeans, and I typed out a response.
I’m interested. I’d love to slide my cock in and out of your perfect mouth.
Your place or mine?
Damn, she wasn’t kidding. She really did want to return the favor.
Mine, tonight. Be ready at 7.
Can’t wait.
The bubbles that indicated she was typing kept appearing and disappearing. I could almost hear her overthinking whatever it was she couldn’t decide how to say. I smiled and sent a distraction text.
Pink sundress and sandals. Nothing else on. Nothing.
You should know better than to give me orders.
I laughed. Oh, I did know better, but I’d also learned how to tame her stubborn streak.
Following those orders has perks you haven’t thought of, little wren.
Such as?
My cock
Wild as it was that Clara and I were having this conversation, there was no reason to be shy or coy about it.
You’re full of yourself, aren’t you?
Yes, I am, and if you’re a good princess, you’ll get to be full of me, too
It was lame and made me cringe a bit, but I also knew it’d make her laugh. Before she replied, Thatcher showed up.
“Hey,” was the only thing he said before he sat at the other desk. I mumbled a one-word reply as I typed out one more message to Clara.
Gotta work – I will see you tonight at 7, little wren
Noah strolled in as I put the phone face down on the desk. “Oh good, you’re both here.” He started telling us about his ideas for marketing strategies, but I couldn’t get the thrum in my veins under control long enough to pay attention.
I checked my phone and saw another message from Clara. If I was going to make tonight special, regardless of if we ended up in my bed, I needed to grab a few things from town and shower. My body was begging for more of Clara, and waiting a few more hours was going to be hell.
Thatch weighed in on whatever Noah had said, and I just nodded along.
They asked a few questions about the changeover paperwork and the trails I was going to clear out.
Gritting my teeth, I ran through the books, payroll, and which trails I planned to assess with Henrik.
Noah went over reservations for the next two months.
Slower than I’d like – for rooms and for riding lessons, but it should pick up again for the summer.
It was early evening by the time I got back to my cabin with groceries for dinner, dessert, snacks, a vase of cut wildflowers from Ms. May’s Flowers and More, the best floral shop in the area, and a selection of beverages.
I managed to prep everything and hop into the shower before I needed to leave to pick her up. My cock had been hard all fucking day, and now nearly throbbed as if it knew she would be here soon. The urge to rub one out in the shower was too difficult to resist.
I closed my eyes and palmed my cock, stroking the shaft while the hot water beat on my back.
It was easy to picture Clara spread out for me on that table in the tack room, her dress disheveled and exposing her breasts and pussy to me.
I groaned and stroked faster, harder, as I remembered the exquisite taste of her.
“Fuck,” I whispered, my release only a few strokes away.
The beep of the alarm system indicating the front door had opened and closed made me halt my hand. Frustration at the denial and confusion warred for space in my body.
“Beckett?” Clara’s voice carried down the short hall from the front of the house.
I only had a few seconds to decide what to do. I hadn’t meant to still be naked and in the damn shower this long. Rookie mistake, thinking I could finish myself off in the shower before a date.
“Beckett? I know you said you’d pick me up, I hope you don’t mind. I’m sorry I’m early …” The sound of her voice moved closer as she looked for me.
The bathroom door was open, and the all-glass enclosed shower visible from where Clara stood frozen on the threshold of my bedroom.
She was stunning in my favorite pink sundress. It hugged her body, the two straps tied behind her neck only serving to lift her breasts into a beautiful V of cleavage. And, fuck me, but I wanted her legs wrapped around me as I drove myself into her.
My cock, still in my hand, bounced as it throbbed. She took a couple of steps into the bathroom.
“Hi,” she whispered.
“You look gorgeous,” I managed.
I watched her gaze move from my face down to my cock and then back up to my face. She took in a deep breath, and I could see her pulse in her neck. “Am I interrupting?”
“Never.” I wanted to invite her to join me, but the words vanished when she untied the halter and let the dress slide to the floor. She had obeyed my instructions and wore nothing under.
Fuck, she was gorgeous. Clara was silent as she let her hair down, opened the shower door, and stepped in.
I didn’t move a muscle, my damn cock still in my hand, and let her come to me. As if there was an alternative – she was mine and I was hers.
“Looks like being early has advantages, too.” She tilted her face up to mine, only inches separating our naked bodies.
Clara leaned in, face still tilted up, as if coming in for a kiss. I wrapped both hands around her waist and pulled her closer. She used one finger to stroke the underside of my cock from base to tip. I forgot how to breathe.
I could not believe this woman was mine.
“Fuck, Clara.” I groaned and pulled her flush against me and claimed her mouth.
The feel of her softness, her breasts, her belly, was enough to drive me wild.
She made small sounds as I kissed her. I held her close, one hand at the small of her back and the other at the nape of her neck, savoring the sounds she made as I kissed her.
I moved down her jaw, and she angled to give me the space I needed to properly worship her neck.
“Beckett.” My name was sigh on her lips.
“Yes?”
“It’s my turn.”
I didn’t have time to process what she meant before she was on her knees in front of me. Her slender fingers wrapped around my shaft, and I couldn’t breathe as she licked the tip of my cock.
“Fuck.” It was all I could do to keep myself upright. I met her gaze, mischief and desire clear in her brown eyes.
I wanted to grab a fistful of that gorgeous brown hair and hold her in place while I fucked her mouth. But right now, the beautiful woman on her knees in front of me was in charge. I just needed to hold on as long as I could while she licked and sucked me like it was her favorite thing to do.
I’d been craving her since I tasted her this morning. That, combined with the view of her lips around my cock and I was not going to last.
“Clara – I … I’m not going to take long, beautiful, if you keep – fuck – doing that. I’m going to come all over you.”
She hummed.
My entire body went loose and rigid at the same time.
“You want me to finish in your mouth? You want to take it all, beautiful?”
She flicked her tongue up and down and cupped my balls in response. God, I was going to die like this.
“Not on your chest?” Most of the admittedly few women I had been with had refused to swallow. Clara let go of my balls. Message received.
“Are you ready to take it and swallow it all like a good girl?”
She had my balls in her palm again, her other hand wrapped around my cock, moving in tandem with her mouth.
“Yes, that’s it, beautiful.” My release built quickly and pleasure jolted through every nerve in my body. “Fuck, baby, I’m going to come. Fuck.”
Clara kept licking and sucking until I had nothing left, and my eyes nearly rolled to the back of my head. I groaned, my entire body spent.
When she swirled her tongue around the super sensitive head, I nearly jumped out of my skin.
“Too much,” I ground out. Clara released her hold and just grinned up at me wickedly.
Who knew my little wren matched my sexual appetite?