Page 124 of Fall With Me (Sugarland Creek)

“I love you,” she whispers with tears in her eyes. “Thank you for waiting for me.”

Chapter Twenty-Nine

ELLIE

“This ring is ridiculous…” I scowl, holding up my left hand with the massive three-carat diamond now weighing it down. “I can't wear this while riding. It'll probably fly off and get lost or I'll scratch it on a barrel.”

Landen walks up naked behind me, brushes my hair to one side, and then feathers kisses along my exposed neck. “The only thing you'll be ridin' tonight is me and youwillkeep that on your finger while doing so.”

“Or what, Major Ego?”

His heated stare finds mine in the full-length mirror reflection as his hand slips between my thighs. When he slides his tongue along my skin, it sends chills down my spine.

“Or I won't think twice about using that ring as a butt plug.”

My gaze snaps up to his. I've never used one of those before. Is that even possible?

No, he's messing with me.

“I'm not bluffin' either…”

Goddamn him.

“You're so freakin' bossy…” I say, and then moan when his finger circles over my clit. My head settles back against his chest. “Fuck, that feels good.”

“I love watchin' you like this…” he breathes softly in my ear. “So goddamn sexy when I get to see you from every angle.”

“I'm glad you enjoy it…because it's every woman's nightmare.”

“You're every man's fantasy, baby. Don't you dare think anything less about yourself.”

“Mm-hmm,” I hum, losing myself to the sensations overcoming my body.

“Say it,” he demands, moving his other hand to my breast and then rolls my nipple. “Tell me how sexy you are on display like this for me.”

Ignoring him, I focus on the pleasure building between my legs. As my breathing increases, so do his movements. He slides two digits between my folds, and I gasp at how tight it feels when he thrusts them inside.

“I don't hear you, Ellie…tell me how beautiful you are with my fingers in your cunt.”

“So damn good.” I loop my arm behind my head and wrap it around his neck, pulling him closer. “So sexy with you finger-fucking my pussy.”

He growls, twisting his wrist, and then driving deeper. “That's not what I asked you to say, but fucking hell, that was hot.”

His erection presses into my back, and I push against him. After two weeks of being edged nonstop by him wanting to wait until I was medically cleared from all brain injury symptoms because he planned to—in his words—“throw me around like a rag doll”—and didn't want to risk causing more harm.

It's safe to say I'm ready for him to do just that.

“Landen, please…enough with the torture.”

“Come on my hand first and then you can have my cock, baby.” He sucks my neck harder, and I know by tomorrow morning, it'll be covered in his marks. “Keep your eyes on me through the mirror. Don't close 'em.”

I do my best to keep them open but it's hard when his fingers are so damn talented. Long, thick, and callused—they fill me so full.

“Yes, I'm so close. Please don't stop…” I beg, breathing hard and shallow.

“Fuckin' hell, look at you. So gorgeous and aroused.Perfection.”

His words are a soft melody praising me in ways I've never heard before. I'd be lying if I said it didn't feel a little uncomfortable at first, but when he looks at me like I'm the only person in the world, it's impossible not to believe him.

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