Page 63 of Training the Heart

Turning my head to the side, I notice the clock on the wall

“Wade!” I cry. “We have to be at the auction in an hour.”

Wade’s unfazed as his lips meet the inside of my knee, and he lifts his chin to eye the clock. “How much time do we havebefore youabsolutelyneed to start to get ready?” he asks, a deliciously devilish grin playing on his lips.

“We need twenty minutes to get there,” I say as I try to think. Ireallytry, but his tongue is moving dangerously close to my core and it’s killing my brain cells the closer he gets. His tongue flicks over my clit and my eyes roll back. “Fuck,” I moan.

“Come on, Ivy, focus. How much time?” His voice is doing that thing again, deep, bossy, commanding.

“I can’t … think when you’re doing … that.”

“I seem to remember when I met you that you said you were really good at multitasking …”Fucking hell.

His teeth graze my clit and I nearly fold in half.

“Well … I need a shower, so … I maybe have ten minutes,” I finally manage to breathe out.

Wade settles between my legs and looks up at me.

I almost cry at the beautiful sight.

“So much time …” And then he disappears, burying his face in my pussy as I cry out in response. Strong arms hook around my thighs and pull me down the bed, pressing me further into his face as he laps me up like I’m his favorite flavor of ice cream. His expert tongue goes between fucking in and out of my pussy and sucking my clit into his mouth as two fingers push into me, curving to hit the spot I’m now in love with. Wade doesn’t move slowly this morning, he gives me no reprieve, begging me to lose control, begging me to come, which I do within what feels like seconds because Wade Ashby was put on this earth to eat pussy and I never even stood a chance.

“Holy fuck …Wade,” I scream as I grip his hair between my fingers, my legs spasming around him as he burrows his face in further so he doesn’t miss one drop of what I offer him.

He kisses my clit gently as I try to remember how to breathe properly. A dizzy haze overtakes me.

He smirks between my legs.

“Breakfast of champions, and still got time to spare,” he says as he rises and taps me twice on my ass.

Is this real life?

The yearling auction is sensory overload. A sea of people, agents, ranchers, corporations. The chatter is off the charts by the end of our second break. We’re small potatoes in this world, especially having been out of it so long. My new phone buzzes in my back pocket. I pull it out right away.

MRS. POTTER

She’s ok, was still sleeping, her phone was dead. I left her a note with your new number so she knows it’s been you texting her. Going to go back later and see if she wants to get cleaned up and go to the market with me.

You’re a godsend, thank you.

MRS. POTTER

I don’t mind helping out. One of these days she’s going to come around dear, you’ll see.

I sure hope you’re right.

MRS POTTER

Don’t give up on her. I’ll let you know how the day goes.

“Everything okay? Wade asks with concern, taking in the face I’m wearing.

I worry about her so much I’m sure it’s obvious.

“I’ve been trying to get in touch with my mother all morning with no success. Every time that happens, I fear the worst. I think maybe she drank too much and hit her head, or she left the stove going and burned the place down, or any number of other terrible things. So I did what I always do, I reached out to her neighbor Mrs. Potter, to pass on my new number and to make sure my mama is okay,” I say with a small smile.

Wade nods, reaches over and tucks a piece of hair behind my ear. I turn my face toward his palm, already craving his touch again.

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