Page 57 of The Hardest Part

“There never was.”

“Now, we can all find our way back to happy.” And with a pat on his chest, she turned from him and spread the blanket on the grass.

“I am happy.”

He had her.

“Kiss me, cowboy.”

And he did.

Holding her close, Jake slammed his mouth on hers. He breathed in primrose, beebalm, and the fresh scent of pine, sliding his hands inside her denim shorts. His fingers onsmooth, bare skin, he pushed her softness into the hardness in his jeans.

Rubbing the sweat on his neck with her lips, Emily whimpered. “Yes. Jesus, touch me.”

He took off her shirt, then his own. Her breaths quickening, he watched her chest rise and fall. Big, rosy nipples protruding against transparent lace, he lowered the cups and freed them.

Teasing her a little, his thumbs skimmed around the areolae. He loved how the contractile flesh puckered at his touch, how the goosebumps sheeted her skin. But those dusky-rose nipples beckoned for his attention. Barely there circles, flicks, and pinches, and rubs. He toyed with them, listening to her sounds, watching them swell. His mouth watering for her, Jake sucked a swollen bud into his mouth.

As if she had milk, he fed from her, his cock throbbing at just the thought. Someday, she’d give birth to their babies, and with her breasts round and full, he and Billy would lie in their bed beside her, suckling on her nipples, their fingers fucking her warm, wet cunt. God, how he longed for it. All of it.

Sharing Emily with his brother.

Breeding her together.

Seeing her grow big and round with their child.

Drinking her milk from her breasts.

He hoped they had a dozen babies, though he’d be just as happy with one. She and Billy were the two people he loved most in this world. He’d do anything asked of him, risk life or limb, for either of them.

“Fuck, Jake, I’m dyin’. Please, baby, I need your hands all over me.”

I need that, too.

“We’re alone here,michante.” Sliding her shorts and panties down her legs, Jake lowered himself to his knees. “And we’ve got all day.”

I wanna worship this pussy.

“I don’t care if the whole damn town is watchin’ us.”

He looked up at her. Her pupils were as big as saucers. “I think you’d like it if they were.”

“I just might.”

He’d gladly give her that if she wanted it. Jake knew Emily enjoyed watching. Maybe she was into being watched, too.

“My wild, dirty girl.” He kissed the bare lips of her pussy, his tongue sweeping over her clit as he parted her thighs. “Spread.”

That’s my girl.

Sweet essence dripped from the place his dick ached to stretch open. With his hand in his pants, Jake stroked himself, slurping the juice from her hole. She held onto his hair, squirming against his tongue that circled her clit.

“Wider.” He slid two fingers inside her. “Yeah, baby, just like that.”

“Don’t go easy, Jake,” she said on trembling thighs.

“You tell me when it’s too much.”

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