Page 78 of Burned & Bound

His tongue circled the crown of my dick and pressed into that sensitive spot right underneath it.Fuck me.My fingers tightened in his hair, inciting him to do it a second time.

“Fuck,” I rasped, my head falling back against the wall.

His mouth covered my crown, and he sucked hard once before popping off. The action had my hips thrusting forward on their own. I was desperate for more of whatever the hell he was doing.

Every nerve in my body was on fire—and not in a particularly bad way. I was hot and panting as he took me in his mouth again, lowering a little further down my length. With each pass, he took me deeper in his mouth.

Jesus fuck, his mouth felt so goddamn good wrapped around my cock.

Even when I hit the back of his throat, he went further until he’d taken my entire length. The feel of his muscles swallowing around me threatened to take me out by the knees. And when he pulled off slowly, his tongue pressed into my piercings.

Whatever the hell all of that was, it was fucking magic.There was no hope I’d last at all if he kept doing that.

Jackson alternated his pace—working me up by stroking me with his hand and his mouth around the crown of my dick before taking all of me all over again. I was fucking flying. Nothing had ever felt so goddamn good. My cock pulsated against his tongue as every muscle in my body trembled. The heat in my core was intense—unlike anything I’d ever experienced before. It built and built until I was ready to combust.

“Fuck,” I managed to get out. “I…”

I never got the rest of the words out as I came, my balls seizing up violently and my breath catching in my throat. His head continued to bob along the length of my cock, drawing out the orgasm until I was damn near shaking head to toe. My fingers anchored hard into his hair as I desperately clung to him for dear life.

He kept going until there was nothing left in me—until my dick began to soften. His tongue ran over my barbells one more time before standing. One arm wrapped around my waist as he stepped close.

“You with me, baby?” Jackson asked, his gaze searching my face. I nodded slowly. I was breathing too damn hard to hold a fucking conversation. Every inch of my body was buzzing, but it wasn’t bad. “Are you going to run away from me again?”

“No.”I meant that.Curling my hand around the back of his neck and closing the distance between us, kissing him deeply. There wasn’t a single part of me that felt the need to run. Maybe I could do this whole thing with him.

Maybe.

CHAPTER 53

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All right, listen up!”I snapped, annoyed beyond belief. My guys stood in front of me, fidgeting and silent—as they should’ve been. “I don’t give a fuck whose goddamn fault it is. What I give a fuck about is that the fucking boundaries got moved. My cows don’t belong hanging out with my horses!”

As if I needed to, I glared pointedly at the forty-some cows currently mingling with the horses as if it was the most natural thing in the goddamn world. Maybe it was but not on my ranch. Not with everything we had going on.

“We have the fucking boundaries up for a reason,” I continued. We’d lost too many damn cows for them to be fucking up my system. How the hell was I supposed to keep more of them from dying if the quarantine boundaries were breached? “Do I need to go over why the hell we have boundaries again?”

I waited. And waited. And kept on fucking waiting with the expectation that one of them said something. There was no goddamn reason for my cows to be sofar in.

“You’re going to get your asses back out there and get my fucking boundaries set back up. I want my fucking cows back where they belong!” I damn near shouted to make my point.

“Watch out, boys,” West said, his voice startling me. I hadn’t seen him all morning. Even the horses were ready by the time I got up and out here. A part of me worried that we were back to him avoiding me. But no. He leaned against the fence on his forearms, looking at ease as he joined us. “All this hootin’ is goin’ to lead to a hollerin’ if you ain’t careful.”

The men laughed while I scowled.

“Is the peanut gallery done?” I demanded. His lips turned up in a small smile—more than I was used to seeing from him.Anddamn if I didn’t love that fucking smile.Not that I’d say that in front of my employees, and he knew that.

“Simmer down, cowboy,” he replied. I glared at him, but he was completely undeterred.

“Now,” I went back to yelling at my employees for their fuck up, “if you don’t get it right this time—”

“You’ll have yee’d your last haw,” West interrupted once more, eliciting more laughter.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” I asked. Turning, I put my back to everyone else because so help me, if this fucking man made me smile in front of them, I’d lose my credibility as a hard ass.

“Woke up in a good mood today.” He shrugged as if it was that simple.Maybe it was.What did I know? This whole thing was new to me.

And despite the joking way he poked at me in front of my guys, I was so goddamn thrilled to hear it. I wasn’t an idiot. I knew how big a deal last night was for him. It was the entire reason I’d been up all night overthinking things. Had I been wrong for pushing him just a little bit? Was it too much? Was he going to run away from me again? Or avoid me completely?

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