Page 13 of January's Bad Boy: Shane

My hand slips beneath the waistband of her panties, my fingers gliding through her slick folds. She's so wet, so ready for me. I circle her clit, teasing the sensitive bundle of nerves until she's writhing beneath my touch.

"Shane, please," she begs, her hips lifting off the bed, seeking more friction.

I can't hold back any longer. I need to be inside her, to feel her wrapped around me. Gripping her dainty panties, I tug them down her smooth legs and toss them aside. Now she's fully exposed to me and the most beautiful sight that I’ve ever seen. With her lightly tanned skin and her hour-glass figure, it’s like she was designed for me. Her chest is heaving with anticipation, and her pussy is glistening with arousal.

As quickly as I can, like my life depends on it, I shed my boxers. My rock-hard length springs free, making Caitlin's eyes widen as she takes in the sight of me. Her mouth opens in surprise and her tongue darts out to wet her lips.

Then it hits me. I don't have a condom on me. Reaching for the nightstand, I’m desperately hoping one of the ranch hands left some in here. Finding a couple with perfectly reasonable expiration dates, I slide the condom on with shaky hands. I haven't been with anyone since before I went to jail, and I want to make sure this is good for her.

I position myself between her thighs, the tip of my cock brushing against her entrance. Sliding into her slowly, inch by glorious inch, I savor the feeling of her tight heat enveloping me. She gasps as I fill her completely, her nails digging into my skin.

Pausing for a moment, I let her adjust to my size. She feels incredible wrapped around me, like she was made just for me. When she rocks her hips, urging me to move, I start a slow, deep rhythm.

She meets me thrust for thrust, her hips rising to meet mine. The cabin fills with the sounds of our gasps and moans, our bodies moving together in perfect sync.

"Fuck, Caitlin," I groan, burying my face in the crook of her neck. "You feel so good."

She whimpers in response, her nails raking down my back. I can feel her walls fluttering around me, telling me she's close. Reaching between us, I find her clit and rub tight circles over the sensitive nub.

"Oh god, Shane!" she cries out, her back arching off the bed.

Then her body tenses and shatters beneath me, her orgasm crashing over her in waves. I keep thrusting, drawing out her pleasure as long as possible. The feeling of her clenching around me is too much, and with a few more erratic thrusts, I follow her over the edge, spilling myself inside the condom with a guttural groan.

I collapse on top of her, both of us breathing heavily as we come down from our heights. I press soft kisses to her shoulder, her neck, and her jaw before finally capturing her lips in a slow, deep kiss.

"That was..." she trails off, seeming at a loss for words.

"Incredible," I finish for her, brushing a strand of hair from her face. "And you're incredible."

I roll off her, disposing of the condom before gathering her in my arms. She snuggles into my chest, her fingers tracing lazypatterns on my skin. In this moment, everything feels right. Like this is exactly where I'm meant to be.

As we lay there cuddling, I can’t seem to stop smiling. I have the most amazing girl in my arms. She is mine and I plan to give this a real chance. Now, I want to know everything about her.

"Tell me something no one else knows," she says, seeming to read my mind.

I think for a minute. A few things run through my head, but one seems more important than the others.

"I had no intention of taking over the ranch for my dad. We fought over it more than I want to admit, especially after I enlisted. He finally seemed to accept it even before I got arrested. Sitting in jail all that time had me thinking, and I realized coming back and taking over the ranch was one of the few options I had. When I told Dad the last time he visited me, I'd never seen him so happy. Not being able to work the ranch with him will be one of my biggest regrets." I spill it all because I want her to know me. She is the first person I feel comfortable sharing that with.

"He's here watching over you, and he's enjoying every minute," she says.

I have to fight off tears. I hope what she says is true.

"Your turn," I say, needing to get my emotions under control.

"My last client was pushing me for a date, and I didn't want to go out with him. Toward the end of the project, he cornered me alone and got aggressive. Thankfully, one of the interns walked in before he could do more than kiss me,” she says.

I'm already seeing red, but I don't move a muscle because I want her to keep talking.

"Did you tell your boss?"

"Yeah, and he said it was a compliment and not to anger the client because he was the richest and biggest one on the company's roster. So, I left and came here. The wedding couldn'thave been more perfect timing. What no one else knows is I'm dreading going back to the city. It’s the last place I want to be anymore."

"Is it too early to tell you to move in with me?" I mean every word of it.

If she doesn't want to go back to the city, then I will make sure she has no reason to go back. I’ll do whatever it takes to make it so she can stay here if that is what she wants.

"I think it's a bit too early." She turns her face into my chest, but I can feel the smile there.

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