Page 164 of Giddy Up, Daddy

“Copy, Trailblazer.” He was cute using my call handle, and I retorted with his. Mine was created from my love of trick-riding while Alden used his ring name. Almost all of our friends communicated via CB radio instead of cell phones in our cars or while riding horses. Asking if someone had ‘their ears on’ was a way to see if they were dialed in and listening. The warm familiarity broke through any remaining tension.

“Your concerns are valid,” he said once he captured my attention.

“I’m overthinking.”

“A dynamic can be daunting but I’m not going to push against your boundaries all the time.”

“So, you’ll push sometimes?”

“Sometimes, but you’ll push against mine too. It’s the battle of wits that keeps us both interested, darlin’.”

“Maybe I should get a tattoo that says, ‘You’re right’.”

Alden laughed, a deep, rich sound that showed he was genuinely amused. “Right here.” He tapped my right ass cheek. “Then I can see it all the time.”

“Please continue the explanation. I’m listening.”

“If you tell me that you’ve been falling asleep outside of your bedroom several days in a row, then one response might be a specific bedtime. If I’m collecting you fromThe Kicking Donkeywasted at midnight? The next day we’d have a long talk that included a curfew or maybe a limitation on the number of drinks.”

Realization dawned on me. I don’t know why the hell my friends complained so often about their rules and guidelines and such. Having someone else craft structure seemed like a dream to me. “You’re tempering the rules and the experience to guide me with things that I’m actively struggling with.”

“That’s correct. I expect you to listen, but if I tell you to do something that hits a limit of yours? Then you can respectfully explain that to me. I’m not a brute.”

Alden slowly returned me to sit on his lap, cupping my face in between his hands. He rubbed his thumbs along my jawline.

“I’m still nervous and a bit apprehensive about giving you that type of control. However, I’ve wanted a relationship with you for a long time.”

“I’m not always the greatest boyfriend. I work long hours on my ranch. According to Wyatt, I don’t know how to have fun.”

“He’s been poking you hard, huh?”

Alden kissed my lips once. “Yeah, but I’m responding now. To both of you.”

Thunder cracked over our heads. Rain followed and it looked like it would be storming for a while. When the lightning grew brighter we stood up. It felt surreal to be with Alden after all this time. He pressed his lips to mine again, kissing me passionately. I moaned into his mouth, my hands threading through his hair,pulling him closer. Alden pulled me into his arms and I wrapped my legs around his waist.

“Please carry me to your bed? You could inspect my bruises again if you need an excuse to take my clothes off.”

“I think you want more than an inspection, darlin’.”

Alden kept an arm under my ass as he walked us inside. He honored my request, not setting me down until we reached his bed.

“Fuck me. I don’t want to beg, but I will if you tell me to.”

“I won’t make you beg today.”

He took my boots and socks off slowly, deliberately, like he was unwrapping and savoring each tiny moment. My leggings and sweatshirt followed while I fought the urge to hurry the party along. I hadn’t bothered with a bra this morning. Alden stopped when I was wearing nothing but my cheeky purple panties. Running his calloused fingers along my body, he took the time to kiss each and every bruise he found. His lips moved from my ankle, along each leg up to my thigh and waist. We were not new to each other in the bedroom, but our connection felt more intense tonight.

Abandoning the lower part of my body for the moment, he teased my nipples. He tugged each one hard enough to elicit a moan from my lips. Alden tormented each sensitive peak with his teeth. Each time he did it drew me deeper into bliss.

“There aren’t any bruises on my nipples. Let’s keep it that way.”

“No, your perfect buds weren’t harmed in your runaway escapade.”

“Enough teasing!”

“Relax, babygirl,” he said in a deeper, husky tone.

His voice alone drove me utterly wild. I threaded my fingers into his thick brown hair, massaging his scalp as he pleasured each side. I loved the gray at his temples. It made him lookeven more distinguished and handsome. But we needed to hurry because Alden was moving far too slowly for my patience. In fact, I had none. My clit ached to have the same treatment as my nipples. Groaning, I tugged the strands of his hair caught between my fingers.

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