Page 54 of Love Takes Home

“And what he’s continued to do out here on the ranch.”

Joker sits down on the blanket and holds his hand out to me, helping me down. He positions me between his legs, so I’m leaning against his chest with his arms wrapped around me.

“Should we be here?” I ask, taking in the view of the overhanging tree and pond with the mountains in the background.

“Preacher said I could use it anytime I wanted. No one but the family knows it’s out here.”

“It’s really peaceful.”

“It is,” he replies, brushing the hair off my neck and kissing me right below my ear.

Shivering, I ask, “What are you doing?”

“Kissing your neck,” he says against my skin.

“We can’t do this here. What if someone sees?”

“It’s dinnertime at the big house. No one is out here, Beautiful. We’re alone.”

“But—”

“No buts. We’re covered.” He reaches behind us and grabs the second blanket, covering my front. “There. Now I’m the only one that can see.”

He runs his hand down my belly to the hem of my shirt, lifting it enough to run his thumb against the newly exposed skin.

“What are you doing?” I ask breathlessly.

“My plan is to make you feel good,” he tells me quietly, unbuttoning the top of my jeans and lowering the zipper.

“How?”

“Let me show you.”

His hand slides down my stomach and underneath my panties, stopping to caress my lower belly.

“I love this part of you.”

I close my eyes, taking in his words. When his fingers reach the top of my pussy, I hold my breath. He’s going to finger me right here? With my pants still on? His fingers slide even lower, gliding through my already wet slit.

“Joker,” I gasp out when his thumb makes contact with my clit.

“Do you want me to stop, Beautiful?” he asks, the tip of his middle finger dipping into my opening.

“No.”

“Good girl.”

With his middle finger thrusting in and out and his thumb rubbing circles on my clit, I know it’s only a matter of minutes before I explode on his hand. My fingers grip his thighs, holding on. My breathing increases, and my head’s on his shoulder, with my face turned to his neck. Without thought, I lick his skin, which makes him increase his speed between my legs.

“Do it again,” he rasps.

But I don’t just lick him. I kiss up and down his throat, earning a groan from him. Gently biting the skin at the juncture of his neck and shoulder, he jerks his head away, turning his face to mine, our lips meeting and tangling for dominance.

I only give up when I feel the tingles race up my spine and across my scalp.

“Harrison,” I cry out as the orgasm rips through my body.

“That’s it. Let me feel you come all over my hand,” he commands.

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