Chapter 15
FIFTEEN
Men who stop at yellow lights won’t do that thing you like.
—Beau to Magnolia
BEAU
Lunch was fast and quick, and before too long I found myself back in the barn showing Goss off to Magnolia alone.
Iris was with Denver and Huxley looking at the cows that Denver’s girls were still separating out, babies from mamas.
“What did Holly want to talk to you about?”
I looked at my naughty horse.
“Well, apparently she deigned to share her love with a mustang,” I sighed.
“There were a couple of wild mustangs that were sniffing around her. A colt jumped the fence and bred her. Which should be impossible, seeing as she’s pushing eighteen.
So Holly shared her thoughts with me, and we decided that we’re going to let it play out. We’re just going to watch her closely.”
“Wow.” She laughed. “Guess you got yourself a new cutting horse?”
“She’s not a cutting horse.” I shook my head. “She pretends real well, but she’s a racer. She won the Kentucky Oaks when she was six. Placed second in a few more races that I allowed her to race in. We retired her after she had a fall that scared the shit out of me. Now she’s just a lazy girl.”
“She’s beautiful,” she said, stroking down her nose. “Why do they say she’s mean?”
“Because she is.” I chuckled. “I’m honestly kind of surprised that she’s allowing you to touch her. She’s usually a bitch to everyone but me. Huxley wasn’t lying.”
“She was nice to Iris, too.”
“Maybe she knows that you’re mine.”
She turned to face me, this person that I couldn’t stop thinking about, no matter how hard I tried.
For eight months, I’d done nothing but replay our encounter that we’d shared in my mind.
Over and over, it played on repeat in my dreams.
There wasn’t a single night that I didn’t wake up thinking about her. About how she would feel around me. About how great that single time we spent together was.
What would’ve happened if we had been able to spend all night together?
“Is that?” she asked.
“Is that what?” I asked, inching closer.
“What I am.” She pressed closer until the only thing separating us were our heavy coats. “Yours?”
My hands found her hips and then she was kissing me.
I poured every single ounce of longing into that kiss, my arms winding around her hips to hold her to me.
Our tongues danced, licking, tasting, and sucking.
By the time I pulled away, forcing my face away from hers despite both hands holding onto my cheeks, we were both panting.
“I want you,” I admitted, staring deep into her eyes.
“Then have me.”
“Here?” My brows rose.
She grinned. “Well, not right here in the open.”
Before she could finish her sentence, I had her over my shoulder and I was taking her to a room beyond the stalls.
When the door shut, there were hundreds of little clink-clinks as bridles and tack were disturbed due to the door slamming shut.
When her feet hit the ground, I was shoving her jacket off of her in the next second.
It landed on the ground in the dirt.
I groaned when I saw a second pair of pants under the overalls.
“Jesus Christ,” I growled. “How many fucking pairs of pants are you wearing?”
“Two,” she breathed, shoving her leggings down along with her overalls and panties. “Hurry.”
I spun her around by the hips and reached into my back pocket for my wallet.
She yanked the wallet from my hand and pulled out the condom from behind my cash as I yanked my belt off and unbuttoned my jeans.
She had the condom out of the wrapper by the time my cock was pulled free from my pants.
I took the condom from her and rolled it on as she bent over the table.
I lined my cock up with her entrance and slowly pushed inside, even though every instinct inside of me was telling me to fill her fast and deep until she screamed.
She groaned when I started to fill her with my cock, pushing harder and harder until I was lodged to the hilt.
“Yes,” she whispered. “I’ve wanted this for so damn long.”
I growled and tightened my hands on her hips.
“There,” I said, twisting my hips. “You have me.”
She clenched on my cock, her muscles tightening and loosening, driving me goddamn wild.
“We don’t have all the time in the world, Beau,” she moaned. “Fuck me.”
So I fucked her.
In long, strong strokes, focusing on that little spot inside of her that I’d learned upon our first time together got her off fast.
The angle, paired with the pace, was enough to have her tightening in minutes.
When I knew that she was about to fall over the edge, I circled my hand around her hip and slid it up under her shirt.
I caught her tit in my hand and squeezed her nipple, causing her to scream.
The only thing keeping that scream from filling the tack room was my free hand leaving her hip to cover those luscious lips.
The table that I had her bent over shuddered under my forceful thrusts, the metal from the halters clinking together on the tack wall above the table.
She went limp in my arms as her orgasm left her replete, and I followed her down as my gut clenched, warning of my own impending orgasm.
“Fuck, baby,” I whispered into her hair. “I wish I was bare inside of you.”
She pressed backward against me, and I took that as her silent vow that she wanted it, too.
Maybe one day.
Today, however, wasn’t going to happen.
I was too far gone to do anything but fuck her hard and fast.
My own orgasm slammed home inside of me, a practical fist to the solar plexus as the breath rushed from my lungs.
I uttered my groan into her hair as my cock jerked inside of her.
“Fuckkk.” I buried myself inside of her and stilled.
I finally removed my hand from her mouth, and she started to giggle.
The way her muscles clenched and released around me with her laughter sent shivers of aftershock through me.
“Stop,” I cursed. “Or we’ll never get out of here.”
She turned her face up as far as she could, and I grazed my lips over her smiling ones.
“You’re trouble,” I declared.
She wiggled her hips. “And you’re still hard.”
I pulled back, thankful for once that I had a condom on so that I didn’t make a mess.
As it was, there was nowhere to throw the condom away.
I tied it in a knot, then shoved it into my pocket.
She bent over to grab her pants and yank them up. “Maybe for our next round we can actually use a bed. I have nothing against stand-up sex, after all, but I feel like I’m missing out on what you can truly give me.”
My eyes were lit with amusement when I said, “Tonight.”
She pulled one of the straps of her overalls over her shoulder and said, “Okay, tonight.”