Page 64 of The Story We Wrote

Boone removed my underwear, my sex on full display centimeters from his face.

“You’re so wet already,” he said, kissing me again and again. “Did sucking my cock make you this needy?” If he kept teasing me like this I wasn’t sure how I was going to react.

Groaning out an “mhm,” I shoved myself into his face, hoping to give him a hint. He laughed, his mustache scratching against my swollen clit.

“Message received,” Boone said before devouring me. He let all control go and began to feast on me like a man who was truly starved. He used his tongue and teeth to pleasure me. A moan escaped my lips and I couldn’t stop the string of curse words that followed. My core clenched a warm and tingly feeling built up. The sounds that he made as he feasted on my sex were feral. The wet noise sent me into a tizzy, my vision was fuzzy as I panted like a damn dog.

“Boone… yeah, like that. Keep going,” I whispered, my one hand flew to the back of his head, gripping the strand of his hair and pushing his mouth into me.

I came with Boone between my legs, he licked and sucked as I rode my climax. He didn’t shy away so I had to physically push him away because the sensation became too much.

“Fuck,” I breathed, panting heavily.

“Hey, Aspen. Is Boone here? He forgot —” My head flung around so fast I swore I gave myself whiplash. Logan was standing in the doorframe, eyes wide open like he just saw a ghost.

I faced back around and my head fell back.Are you shitting me?

Boone came out from under my skirt, standing up. He towered over me, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand with a shit-eating grin on his face as he looked at Logan over the top of my head. I couldn’t turn around again, I was too embarrassed. The only solution was to move far away and change my name.

“I’m here,” Boone said, a little too friendly, that cocky son of a bitch. He grabbed his hat from next to me on the counter andplaced it back on his head. Bending down he kissed my cheek and muttered, “I’m not sorry,” before leaving me to recover.

“Jesus Christ,” Logan scoffed. “It was, uh, nice seeing you again, Aspen.”

I lifted my hand in a lazy wave, refusing to turn around. “Yup. You too, Logan,” I sighed before dropping my head and letting out a laugh to myself.

Thirty One

Aspen

Aspen: The Tequila Cowboy. 9 pm sharp. Be there.

Theo: My pregnant ass in a bar? I can see the rumors now…

Theo: “Theo Matthews was caught dancing on the bar chugging a bottle of Jose with her belly hanging out”

Penny: I’d be the one to leak that… because honestly sounds bad ass.

Aspen: I’ll let you pass this time

Aspen: What kid doesn’t want to hear that their mom was dancing on the bar while pregnant?

Penny: TRUE LOL

Theo: ??

Boone and I were the first to arrive at The Tequila Cowboy. It was no surprise when we saw the bar packed with people. Considering this was the only place to go in town, they createda great atmosphere. The neon signs and a jukebox added a little nostalgia, an homage to the Western dive bars you see in movies.

Mac was tending the bar with another local boy, Dudley. Those two together could handle the influx at any point of the night. Watching them bartend was like watching witchcraft. They had charm and wit that kept people drinking all night.

Boone and I walked up to the only free space at the bar and stood to wait our turn. Mac saw us and gave us a wave, indicating he’d be over when he was done. Boone tipped his hat and leaned his elbows on the sticky bar top.

Tonight, he was wearing a long-sleeved baby blue pearl snap shirt and dark-wash jeans. He looked delicious with his messy hair and nice boots. I’d take this man anyway, dirty or dressed up; he could do it all.

I decided to go with a tight black dress that fell right above my knees. It was strapless and paired well with my knee-high cowgirl boots. My curvy figure filled out the fabric, which Boone had already commented on a million times. He couldn’t keep his hands to himself. He either grabbed my ass, wrapped his arms around my waist from behind, or held me close while placing kisses up and down my neck. If I let him, he’d say “fuck it” and take me back home. He already told me as much. I liked that he was placing his claim on me in public. I felt safe and secure.

Eyeing him up from the side, Boone caught me glaring and smiled. He stood up to his full height and took position behind me, bringing my body close to his front.

“This dress is driving me crazy,” he mumbled in my ear, nipping at the lobe. On instinct, my head rolled to the side to give him full access.

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