38. Chapter Thirty Three
Chapter Thirty Three
Wade
I should be finishing the influx of local contracts thanks to Maeve’s hard work, but instead I am distracted by my phone, which I could have easily lived without before last week. Yet since this thing between me and Maeve, I have been attached to it.
My phone lights up on my desk, and I go very still, staring at what has got to be the hottest image I’ve ever seen.
Her, in my hat. Those tits on full show for my viewing, with nipples so hard that they have my cock hardening in seconds. She is a fucking sight, and I need to be inside her like yesterday.
The pen in my hand hits the desk. My chair scrapes back before I can form a single thought. Hat. Keys. Done.
Contracts can fucking wait.
I am like a bitch in heat rushing to the barn. When I get there, it’s quiet. The afternoon light cuts through the slats, dust moving slowly in the air. I push through the door, sliding it shut to give privacy for what I am about to do to my sweet little angel.
Breaching the corner, I see her, pitchfork in hand, cracking on with her task like she didn’t just turn my entire afternoon upside down.
She glances up and the corner of that plump mouth lifts. Her hand heading for the band of her shorts. Fucking tease.
“Hello, dutiful ranch owner, what brings you here?” she says.
I say nothing. Just cross the distance between us, slow and deliberate, watching her expression shift as she clocks the rope in my hands. The pitchfork gets taken from her hands and set aside without discussion.
I dip my head down close to her ear.
“Want to be a naughty little tease, angel?” I say quietly. “Then you gotta reap the consequences.”
I find the back of her neck before she can respond, grabbing firmly and forcing her into the direction of the nearest wooden pillar.
I twist her so her back meets the wood, taking her tiny wrists and crossing them above her head. Using one hand, I keep them firmly in place as I look down at her. She looks back up at me, those cobalt blue eyes laced with challenge. Like she'sdaring me.
I kiss her hard, our tongues meeting, her breath catching against my mouth. When I pull away, I drag my teeth along her lower lip.
I make work with the rope, tying her hands in place, my body pinning her up against the pillar. She squirms beneath me, which only makes me hungrier for her.
I grab her face, coming close so she can feel my breath against her cheeks, then kissing down her neck as she moans into my ear. I quickly remind her of her safe word because given what I have in store for her, she might just need it.
“You want to be a teasing slut, then you will be fucked like one.”
Her eyes widen as my hand wraps around her throat, enough pressure to be punishing, but loose enough she can still breathe. My other hand traces down her shoulder, onto her chest, then circles the very hard nipples pocking through the material of this thing she calls a top.
“Fuck, Wade” she breathes.
I pull down her top, just like she did in that picture she sent. Our lips come together as I pinch her nipples between my fingers, and I swallow her moans. I let my tongue trail down until I meet her breast, biting hard to mark what’s mine. She whimpers at the pain.
Meeting her gaze, I smirk at her. “You like the pain, angel?”
Her nod is restricted by my massive hand still wrapped around her throat. “Well, let’s see how wet you are for it then, shall we?”
I make work on the buttons of her little shorts, pulling both them and her thong down to her ankles.
“How desperate are you for my fingers to be inside you?” I whisper. My fingers walk down her stomach until I reach her drenched cunt. I start to circle her clit, causing her to pull on the restraint.
“Use your words, angel,” I pinch her clit between my fingers. “Or I’ll edge you for hours and enjoy watching you squirm.”
And it was in that moment she clocks it.
“What? How?” she questions, biting her lip and taking in the pressure I am building up inside her.
“Maybe be a bit more careful with where you leave your things if you don’t want me to know what a horny little devil my angel is,” I mutter. “Now, answer my question. How desperate are you for my fingers to be inside you?”
“Very desperate,” she replies. “You can feel how desperate I am.”
She is correct. My fingers are already coated in her pleasure just from playing with her clit.
I shove two fingers into her, and begin to pump, adding another finger as she begins to loosen around me.
“You going to come for me?”
“I am close, Wade, so close.”
I feel her pussy pulse around my fingers, knowing she is about to find her release, I pull my fingers out of her.
She looks at me like she is about to murder me. “Told you, angel, you wanted to be a tease, then you got to reap the consequences. I am going to edge you over and over again, until I decide it’s time for you to cum. Do you understand?”
“Yes,” she whimpers.
In ten minutes, I manage to edge her exactly six times. Each time adding to her frustration, but now it's adding to mine. Seeing her panting, her hair stuck to her forehead from the sweat, she's a mess for me. And I need to be inside her, now.
But not yet.
I lean down to be closer to her face, tilting her chin up with two fingers.
Her eyes are glassy, pupils blown wide, lips parted.
She looks wrecked in the best possible way.
My hat still sitting on her head, slightly crooked now.
I don't fix it. I like it that way — like she's been thoroughly handled and doesn't even know it yet.
“Please.” It comes out broken. Barely a word.
“Please what, angel?” It isn't a question.
Her jaw tightens. Even now, even like this, she wants to hold out on me. God, this woman.
“Wade.” A warning. From her. As if she's in any position to be giving those.
I slide my hand up the inside of her thigh, slow enough to be deliberate, stopping just short of where she needs me. I watch her stomach cave in with the effort of staying still.
“Use your words.”
“I hate you,” she breathes.
“No, you don't.” I press a single kiss to the inside of her knee. “Try again.”
The sound that escapes her does things to my self-control I won't be admitting to. Her hands, still bound, flex against the rope.
“Please, Wade. I need —” she stops, swallows. “I need you. Please.”
There it is.
I stand, unhooking the rope from the post in one motion, her body sagging forward slightly with the release of tension. I catch her before she goes anywhere, hands gripping her waist, pulling her flush against me so she can feel exactly what she's done to me, tied there, begging in my hat.
I press my mouth to her ear.
“Was that so hard, angel?”
Her answer is a sharp intake of breath that I feel against my chest.
Good enough.
We are playing a dangerous game doing this in such an open space; anyone could walk in. I glance at my watch; we still have about twenty minutes before people flood into the main part of the ranch, returning from the further pastures or town.
That’s enough time to give my angel what she wants.
I spin her around, grabbing her hands so I can use the rope again to tie them behind her back. There is no way I am letting her think she is off the hook for her bratty behaviour.
I hook my fingers into the waistband of my jeans, pushing them down just enough to free my erection.
My hands find her hips, drawing her back against me before I press her forward, bending her, her body yielding to mine as I hold her there, exactly where I want her.
“This is going to be hard and fast, angel,” I warn her, my voice low.
I’m inside her in a single, decisive thrust. I fist her ponytail in one hand using it to drive deeper, setting a relentless pace. Her ass bounces off me, every motion slamming her back onto me again.
She cries out loud, and somewhere in the back of my mind I know I should care who might hear. But I don’t. The sound of her, the way she lets go, only fuels me more. I thrive on it. On her. On the way pleasure overtakes her because of me. It’sintoxicating.
I push harder. Faster. And God… She really must be an angel, because the way she feels around me is nothing short of heavenly.
As I teeter on the edge, the world narrowing to nothing but her, I swear I can almost see the light. And if this is how I go—losing myself inside her—then so be it. Because sinning with an angel… My angel… Might just be the best damn way to go.
I drive into her one last time, heat flooding through me as the pleasure hits me hard, stealing the breath from my lungs.
I grip onto her hips, holding her in place as I ride out the waves.
“Fuck, angel.” I exhale slowly. “You are a fucking delight”
She lets out a soft airy laugh, the sound light but worn through by what we just did.
“Can you untie me now?”
I give a low chuckle, pushing myself back and hitching my jeans up, not bothering much with the buckle yet. My hands go to the rope, working the knots loose with steady fingers, the kind of patience that comes from years of knowing what you’re doing.
She is set free in seconds. And when she turns around, I grab onto her and kiss her softly.
“Well, remind me to show you more of my books if that's what I get from it.” She’s beaming.
“I will read any you want me to, angel.” And I mean it. If it makes her happy, there is no doubt in my mind I will do it.
In the distance, trucks rattle. People will be flooding back into the ranch in no time, and there isn't long until we need to head to the rodeo.
I press a kiss to her forehead. “Imma go; you wait a bit before heading back.”
I want to ask. I don't.
Instead, I tuck a strand of hair behind her ear, letting my thumb linger against her jaw a second longer than I should. “Can't wait to see you in those boots and hat, angel.”
Then I leave. Because that's what I have to do. To keep our little secret.
Even if all I want to do is pull her back to the house with me and not give a damn who sees.