Page 26 of The Heat of Intensity

“Put the horses back in the stable before you mount the woman, VP,” Rourke says with laughter in his voice.

Without taking my mouth from my woman I flip him off and grab Cosima’s ass to knead it in my hand just for the hell of it.

Cosima pulls away and pats my chest. “I’m going to handle the horses while you call Collins.”

“Why do you need to call Collins?” Eastlynne questions as we break apart and take the horses into the stable.

“Because we’re all getting married,” Rourke states and I narrow my eyes at the fucker.

He’s the one flipping me off now while he gives his attention to Eastlynne. “If they are tying the knot we damn well should as well ’cause I claimed you before that asshole claimed your sister.”

Eastlynne rolls her eyes. “It’s not a competition.”

Rourke and I lock eyes, both of us silently disagreeing; I was the one who asked first, that fucker is stealing my fucking thunder and he damn well knows it. Though I know he wants it all with his old lady, but, he had to take it slow.

Not anymore, though. Even if Eastlynne still has days where she has migraines, they are becoming less frequent because she has gotten a good handle on the triggers. Rourke plays a big part in this too, making sure she’s on top of her intake of fluids, meds, and social limitations. He’s protective of his woman, just as I am when it comes to Cosima.

“Collins is busy with the farrier. As soon as he’s done he’ll head this way,” Rourke states.

I unsaddle Wendy. “Good, it’ll give us time to take care of the horses and hit the shower.”

“Did you hear Kathleen locked up Marvin?” Rourke questions.

All heads turn his way.

Chuckling I ask, “How the hell did she manage to do that?”

Rourke shrugs. “I have no clue. All Decker mentioned was the fact that she locked him up in a cell two days ago. This morning Decker received a call from Atticus, his father, who was checking in since he hadn’t heard a peep from his son in two days. That’s how everyone found out.”

“Damn. Is she in trouble?” Cosima wonders, and the question is on my mind as well.

Rourke gives a short shake of his head. “When Decker got there he made Kathleen cut him loose. Marvin didn’t want to press charges, but he did leave town.”

“Damn,” Cosima states a bit softer this time.

We all fall silent and get to work. Twenty minutes later I’ve cleaned Wendy’s hooves and made sure she’s all taken care of. Cosima walks beside me as we head for the house. Rourke and Eastlynne are still busy with their horses. I place a hand on Cosima’s lower back and steer her in the direction of the bathroom, making sure to kick both the door shut of our room, and the one of the bathroom.

It’s a miracle I’m focused enough to turn the water on first before I start to rip away Cosima’s clothes. I want her naked, and I want her now. Her body against mine, my cock in her pussy, my fingers in her hair, the feel of her warmth surrounding me as our minds slip into the bliss only we can create together.

Yeah, this woman holds all the power. We might create magic together but it’s she who is the fuel that causes the heat to epic proportions. I step back to gaze down at her full tits, bare pussy, and when she turns, I get a glimpse of her lush ass. Over her shoulder, she gives me a look that allows me to see her pupils which are filled with desire and love.

A growl rumbles through my chest as I peel away my clothes, making sure to leave my cut on the counter while the rest drops to the floor. My gaze stays locked on my old lady. Water glides over her skin and the little minx starts to roam her body with her own hands.

“Stop,” I order.

She gives me a coy look and turns to give me a full-frontal of her tits, her fingers still lingering on her clit.

“You’re not going to distract me with that stunning rack, now get your hands away from my pussy. The only one giving you pleasure is me. No other cock will ever come near you, no one, not even yourself is allowed to touch what’s mine, am I making myself clear?”

Her eyes gleam with defiance and she slowly trails her hand up her belly until she reaches her nipple and starts to fucking tug the hard peak. Fucking hell. My cock twitches and a growl rips from my throat.

In two steps I have my fingers wrapped around her throat and her back flush against the cold tiles. She gasps, tits rising and falling while open lust is staring right back at me.

“Little minx,” I rumble. “Taunting me is going to put your ass on fire.”

I don’t give her a chance to process my words. Within her next breath, I spin her around and press those lush tits against the tiles. I bring my palm down on her ass, letting my handprint brand her skin red. Another smack makes her yelp turn into a moan as she pushes her ass back.

Yeah, she likes the heat of intensity flaming with pleasure, just like me.

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