Page 91 of Stables

Pulling up her waist, our thighs slap, igniting an eruption of fire that courses through my limbs. My cock swells until the shockwave crests over me, and her head throws back as she calls out for me.

Spurting against her contracting womb, her walls clench me in an avalanche of quakes, ripping ribbons of burning cum from me until I collapse over her.

I’m done. Spent.

Thoroughly addicted.

Rolling to the side, I pull her snugly until my nose buries into her tangled hair.

The last twitches of our climax send tiny jolts through both of us as we struggle to catch our breath.

I want to stay lodged in her forever.

Her thigh drapes my hip, but she shifts her shoulders so she can look up at me.

With puffy lips and sleepy eyes, she gives me a lazy smile. “Dixon?” She traces my jaw with her fingers.

“Hmm?” My throat is hoarse from groaning my own release.

“Thank you.” She raises her lips to touch mine in a gentle kiss before snuggling into my chest.

Something in me cracks.

I’ll do anything to keep this.

Matt needs to go.

Her breathing evens and her hand falls limply across my ribs.

But an agitation gnaws at me.

Pulling the heavy comforter up, I let my softening cock slip from her hot confines and work my way away from her sleeping form.

My underwear lays in a heap, it takes me two times to get it oriented correctly.

I need to text Blue. He’s a brand inspector. He’ll have ideas on how to get Char’s horses back.

I better clue in Wade, too. Having the law on our side will hopefully give more options.

Slipping on my boots, I get the groceries out of the truck and get them all put away.

When I see the barn, it makes me shake my head with a sour taste in my mouth.

That motherfucker doesn’t know who he’s dealing with.

He’ll learn.

Matt may have had Char at one point, but she’s mine now.

I won’t let anyone mess with my family.

If it’s the last thing I ever do, I’ll make sure he can never hurt her, or Paisley, again.

That reminds me. Popping my head into her dim bedroom, I’m glad to see her tiny form still curled around her teddy bear.

At least I know I can make her momma scream without waking her.

We’ll see how long that lasts. There might need to be a change in arrangements before too long.

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