Page 115 of Stables

She doesn’t let go, sucking my very existence through the end of my sensitive cock. My hips buck on their own until I pull away faster than she can prevent me.

Panting, I lean my head against the wall over her, the last shivers of climax ripple through my body.

My fingers are still tangled in her hair as her arms wrap my waist.

“Did I do okay?” Her voice is muffled, so I pull her up to hold her.

“Incredible.” I manage to gain control over my racing heart and cup her cheeks.

But then I see it.

A tinge of blood discolors her puffy lip. “Char?” Ice floods my veins. “What is this?” Carefully, I turn her face to the dim light from the window.

It’s a small split, barely bleeding, but it wasn’t there a moment ago.

She smiles crookedly. “I think your zipper got me.”

Fuck, I knew better.

“I shouldn’t have—”

Her fingers cover my mustache. “I know the safeword. My mouth was just full.” She shrugs with a giggle. “Besides, I kinda liked that I made you go wild.” Her tiny wound hides between her teeth before she pulls me by the ears close enough to kiss me.

She tastes a little salty with a tang of copper, but all sweet. Picking her up, I hug her to my chest. It’s one thing to want to mark her, leave bites on her neck, my hand prints on her pale hip…but to do so accidentally makes pain go through my chest.

I’m no different thanhim.

As if she can sense what I’m thinking, she tips my hat back to look into my eyes. “Hey, are you mad at me?” Her blue irises flick back and forth as she watches my reaction.

“No, just myself,” I grumble.

“Were you trying to hurt me?” Her thumbs rub matching circles on the back of my neck. “Like, in anger?”

“I’d never do that.” I know she can’t possibly see the conviction in my words, but I’m solemn in my oath.

“Then we just learned you need to fold your jeans back a little further next time.” She squints and wrinkles her nose. “Especially if a little blood makes you squeamish, doc.” Her white teeth flash in a grin.

“Funny girl.” I hoist her over my shoulder as she shrieks in laughter. “We better go take care of those horses before my brother tans both of our hides.”

I can’t count the number of times I’ve walked between these barns and the main house in my lifetime, but none of them felt as right as walking with her hand in mine.

It’s like seeing the world through a different lens.

I feel both lighter, and more wary. I crave the warmth of her touch, but find myself watching every corner in case there’s a need to protect her.

I want to kick my own ass for giving her that ding on her lip, yet want to keep staring at it because every time I see it, my dick twinges in the memory of fucking her hot throat.

There has to be something wrong with me.

The smell of fresh bread and garlic greet us before we even go in through the entrance. So many people make the cavernous room feel smaller, but cozier.

“Finally!” Mason calls from the table. “We were fixin’ to start eating without you.”

“Sorry we’re late.” Char’s cheeks flush. “Lori? What can I help with?” She pulls from my hand to go to the kitchen and wash up.

I sidetrack to the hall bath to do the same, then meet her near the counter where she’s carrying freshly sliced french rolls.

Paisley comes running from the spare room, with Libby and Sophia on her tail. “Daddy!” she calls as she nearly runs into my leg. “Uppie!” Her arms wave over her head towards me.

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