36. Chapter Thirty One
Chapter Thirty One
Maeve
I’m stuffed. Full of all the yummy food that Mrs. Mae cooked up today. I don’t know how she outdoes herself every day. I’ve never been so well fed until I came here. But the downside of the availability of delicious food is the food coma that comes after.
I’m in my room, doing absolutely nothing, lying across my bed with my kindle resting against my pillow. I’ve got zero intention of moving anytime soon.
In my defence, the book is getting to the good part—the enemies turning into lovers. Every book girl’s favourite twist despite knowing it’s coming.
Further in my defence, I was on the phone to Iris for a full hour before this, which counts as socialising with like a hundred people given how much she yaps.
I got to hear all about the man she matched with online, and how she ended up sleeping with him on the first date despite him being “mid-looking.” According to her, if they are funny with thick thighs she is a weak human and falls. But she won’t be seeing him again.
So, I think I deserve to decompress with a book.
I'm three pages further into my chapter when the knock comes. I look up at the door, my e-reader clicking off when I press my thumb on the small button.
“Come in.”
The door opens, and Wade leans into the frame. I feel the grin pulling at the corner of my mouth before I can stop it. “Oh,” I say, “so now you know how to knock.”
He lets out a low laugh, the one that makes my skin tingle with how hot he is. He shakes his head as he steps inside.
“I learnt my lesson after last time, though the show was great.”
I sit up, reaching my arms up toward him, gesturing him forward like I have the ability to move him with my mind.
He comes further into the room, unhurried, until he is in arm's reach, where I grab his arm and pull him toward the bed. He makes an unconvincing noise of protest and comes easily enough, his weight dropping heavy onto the mattress beside me, solid and warm.
Wade rakes his fingers through my hair gently, staring intensely into my eyes, like he his searching for something in them.
“How’d your day treat you?”
“It was tiring but good. Helped Naomi for a bit too with the charity stuff.” I tilt my head, leaning into where his hand has rested at the side of my head, his thumb running along my skin. “You?”
“Well, I spoke to Colt today,” he says. “Told him the truth about his mother.”
I go still. “All of it?” I say carefully.
“Not all, no. Just the drug addiction part and what actually happened on the night she left.”
His hand stills in my hair, his gaze drifting past me for a second before finding its way back. It’s a small change, but I notice it.
“The rest…” He looks at me, and we both understand the rest of that sentence without him having to say it. The rest would be too much for him.
I look at him for a long moment, recognising the weariness sitting behind his eyes.
Wade usually presents as unshakable. Solid. The kind of man that carries everything for everyone else yet not letting them see the impact it has had on him.
But tonight, he has left that persona behind. Leaving everything on show for me to see. The worry, the doubt, and the emotional tiredness of everything that he has been carrying.
He’s hiding nothing, and maybe it’s odd for me to say, but I like that he lets me see this version of him.
I move to sit on top of him, legs either side of his hips as he is now flat on his back. I lean low and take his face in both hands. “That was the right thing to do.” Then I lean lower, placing a kiss on his lips.
When I pull back, he’s wearing his fuck-me eyes, which instantly make me a weak woman. Even more so when I can feel his length go rock hard against the fabric of my shorts.
“Do I get a reward for being so brave?” He teases.
“Oh, funny you should ask.” I point a finger at him. “I have the best thing.”
He raises an eyebrow.
“You,” I say grandly, “get to help me pick what I'm wearing tomorrow.”
The expression on his face moves through several stages— excitement, confusion, dawning realisation, back to confusion—before settling on a resigned amusement he's doing a poor job of hiding.
“That's it,” he says. “That's the reward.”
“It's my first rodeo,” I say in a cutesy voice that also irritates me. But it works, because he sighs before saying, “Alright, then. Show me.”
I show him three outfits in quick succession, parading in front of him and receiving the same verdict for all of them.
You look good. Said with complete sincerity each time, which is lovely, but also entirely useless.
The man has the outfit critique range of someone who has worn the same outfits on rotation for thirty years, which comes to think of it, he probably has.
Luckily for me, this is all a ruse. I knew what I was wearing to the rodeo within days of getting the tickets. I just needed him to not expect my next move. He is always surprising me with things; now it’s my turn to be one step ahead of him.
I look in the ensuite mirror, ensuring all the straps and hooks of the blue lacy number I am wearing are all in the right place, because apparently lingerie makers think it’s a fucking Rubik's Cube.
Either way, it looks good. Showing off every curve of my body, doing nothing to hold my breasts in, nipples peeking through the fabric.
Giving myself a moment to hype myself up, I place the hat he gave me on my head. The one I have to wear tomorrow. I look at myself in the mirror one more time. The brim of his Stetson tipped just slightly forward on my head.
Right then.
I open the door and step out.
Wade is sitting on the edge of the bed, forearms resting on his knees, and he looks up when I appear in the doorway. His jaw actually drops, which makes me giggle. I didn’t expect such a reaction. But I have the undivided attention of a man I believe has temporarily forgotten the English language.
I slowly walk toward him, making each step as graceful as my clumsy arse can make it look. He starts to stand just as I am close, but I don’t allow him to. With one hand flat against his chest, I push him back down onto the bed.
“I believe I promised you something,” I say, tilting the brim of his hat up so he can see my eyes properly, “the day you gave me this hat.”
His hands find my hips. His eyes don't move from mine.
“I'm taking the reins tonight, cowboy.” I hold his gaze. “Sit your ass down, shut up, and let me enjoy the ride.”
He doesn’t say anything, just watches me with close precision as I step between his knees, kissing him before he gets the chance to answer back.
The kiss is slow at first, starting at his lips then drifting to his jaw, to the rough line of his beard and down his neck.
A low sound leaves him, and it shoots straight through me, heat pooling at my core.
His head falls back slightly, dark hair brushing his shoulders, the waves getting lost in the neckline of his shirt. I slide my fingers through the soft hair, pushing it away from his back before grabbing the fabric of his top and pulling it over his head.
My breath catches. I’ve not gotten used to seeing him like this despite the many times we’ve done this by now. But bless the cowboy gods, because Wade Carter is like a man been picked out of one of my smutty cowboy books, placed right infront of me for my pleasure.
I use the palm of my hand to push him back, guiding him down until he gives in fully, shoulders hitting the mattress, eyes never leaving mine. There is something dangerously intoxicating about seeing him like this. A man who usually takes care of everything letting me take over for once.
I trail my fingertip slowly down his torso, feeling every bump of his abs. I don’t rush this, not when I can tell how restless he already is.
I reach his belt and start working it loose, taking enough time to make him squirm.
The buttons follow, and I push his jeans and boxers down together.
Somewhere in the middle of it, his boots hit the floor one after another, desperation getting the better of him, and I can’t stop the smile tugging at my mouth.
“Look at you,” I murmur. “Impatient already.”
I climb on top of him in seconds, needing the space between us gone. He is completely bare beneath me, the heat between us making me ache for him. My pussy is pressed along his cock as I move against him slowly, wanting him to feel just how worked up this has already made me.
“Fuck, Maeve… Is that crotchless?” His voice comes out breathless, and it only sharpens the heat curling low in my stomach.
I nod, still moving against him, refusing to let him take control back. His hands come to my hips, firm, trying to position himself up against my entrance, fighting for control again. But I don’t let him take it.
“Nu-uh, cowboy. I’m in control today. Before I ride your cock, I’m gonna sit on your face and ride it until you make me cum. You think you can do that for me?”
He obeys without another word, hooking his arms under my thighs and lifting me with a certainty that sends a rush through my body. His hands still hooked, grabbing my hips as he pulls me down onto his face.
He makes quick work with his tongue, trailing it from my entrance to my clit, which sends a shiver through my body. I watch him closely between my legs as he flicks his tongue over my clit in the most heavenly rhythm.
“Fuckkk…” I moan; it feels fucking glorious.
He looks up at me like he already knows exactly what he’s doing to me. Green eyes locked on mine, calm as anything. I catch his hair in my hand, the other searching for balance behind me as my body arches.
I realise, from here, I’ve got more control than I expected. The thought alone makes my confidence spike again, and I move slowly, deliberately, testing the rhythm between us.
Wade moans against me, driving his tongue deep in me and causing my head to fall back.
I continue to roll against his face, circling my hips fast, pressing down harder.
His grip on my hips turns firmer, possessive in a way that makes me absolutely crazy.
His tongue slides out of me, running along my pussy back to my throbbing clit.
He gently bites it, making my body shake in pure ecstasy.
“Fuck, don’t stop.” I gasp, closing my eyes as I begin to feel the climax creeping in.
My grip tightens in his hair as the tension builds too fast to hold back, my breath coming in uneven pulls I can’t control.
Wade curls his tongue inside me once more, hitting the right spot.
My legs begin to tremble beneath me, my breath coming out uneven as every muscle in my body locks tight.
And like he can sense I’m close, he circles back to my very sensitive clit, changing the rhythm to something faster but still controlled.
Makes one of us, because I frantically grind myself against him, desperate for release. “Wade—I am gonna—”
With one last flick of his tongue, I come completely undone. It shatters me into a billion pieces as it keeps rolling through me. I’m so fucking wet. Wetter than normal. God.
I’m still catching my breath when it hits me how intense that was. Nothing has ever felt like that before—not even close.
I shift my weight off Wade’s face, staring down at him. He is completely drenched. Is it normal for there to be that much?
Wade pulls me down, crashing against my lips. “Angel, fuck.” I gasp. “You just squirted all over my face, and it was fucking hot.”
Squirted? Well, that explains why it felt like the longest climax of my life. Why my body still feels like it doesn’t quite belong to me.
I drag in a shaky breath, forcing myself to be steady even as my body still feels wrecked in the best way.
I come closer to Wade’s ear, letting him feel my breath against his skin.
“I’m not done with you yet.” I whisper as I slide myself down his body until the tip of his cock is pressed firmly against my entrance.
I tease the tip for a brief moment before slamming all the way down to the hilt.
“Angel, fuck me.” He gasps.
I plan to do just that. I’m going to ride my cowboy.