Page 42 of Whiskey and Wildfire

For a long moment, we stayed like that, both of us panting heavily. Dakota’s forehead rested against mine, our breaths mingling in the small space between us. Slowly, he lifted his head, his dark eyes meeting mine. The intensity I saw there made my breath catch.

“You okay?” he murmured, his voice still rough.

I nodded, unable to find words.

“I… I should’ve asked if I could cum inside you,” he said shakily. “I was so caught up in the moment… I didn’t?—”

Reaching up, I placed a finger over his lips, silencing him. “Don’t apologize,” I said, my voice hoarse from moaning. “That’s exactly what I wanted anyway. It felt amazing.”

Dakota nodded, letting his forehead rest against my own. We stayed there for a moment longer before he carefully withdrew, both of us wincing slightly at the sensation. He rolled to the side, pulling me against his chest. I nestled into his embrace, savoring the warmth of his skin against mine. For a while, we just lay there in comfortable silence, our breathing slowly returning to normal.

Dakota’s fingers traced lazy patterns on my back. “You sure you’re okay?” he asked softly. “I didn’t hurt you?”

I shook my head, pressing a kiss to his chest. “I’m perfect,” I murmured. “That was... incredible.”

He hummed in agreement, his arms tightening around me. “Yeah, it was,” he said, his voice warm with affection. “I… uh… I’ve never done that before.”

My eyes popped open. “Really? Never?”

“I’ve only done mouth stuff,” he muttered, as if he were ashamed of it. “A long time ago.”

“Well, you’re a natural then,” I replied, nuzzling back down into his neck. “That was perfect.”

He groaned softly in reply, the praise making his cock twitch against my thigh. I made a mental note to compliment him more. Obviously, he liked it.

As the first rays of dawn began to filter through the curtains, I found myself fighting to keep my eyes open. The events of the past few days, coupled with our intense fuck, had left me utterly drained.

“Get some sleep,” Dakota whispered, pressing a kiss to my forehead. “And when you wake up, I’ll make us breakfast.”

“Mm,” I hummed against his skin. “That sounds…”

But I was out before I finished my sentence.

Chapter 16

Dakota

The high I experienced after fucking Logan carried me through the day. I made him breakfast and ate with him before leaving to take care of my own chores for the day while leaving him to his own work. And no matter what issues I ran into with the horses or the cattle, it just couldn’t be enough to bother me or dampen my spirits. Then, when my mom showed up around noon with her bags, Logan and I got her settled into the guest room before he left for the bank.

I spent the rest of the afternoon showing her around the Baker Ranch and having her help me with the horses. She was thrilled to see Sogwili again. After I’d taken her with me, Mom said she stopped keeping animals. She had enough work to do just keeping up with my drunk of a father. But as I watched her brush Sogwili down and tend to the other horses, I knew she missed it terribly. Animals were always her weak spot. That’s the only reason I even got a horse to begin with. We didn’t exactly have a sprawling farm on the reservation to be keeping animals that big. But mom made it work despite the lack of land and for that, I was deeply grateful.

However, as afternoon began to wear thin and Logan had yet to return, I was thinking less of the animals and starting toget worried that something had happened to him. Even mom noticed me going to the front of the barn every few minutes to check and see if he’d come home without me noticing.

“Come on,” she said after putting the last horse away for the evening. “Let’s go get some dinner started so he can eat when he gets back.” She patted me on the shoulder. “And don’t worry so much. That boy likes you a lot. He’s not gonna run off. This is his ranch, he’s gotta come home eventually.”

I nodded, following her back to the house. She was right of course, but that didn’t stop the knot from forming in my stomach. I just had a feeling that something was wrong. If something had happened, surely Logan would’ve called me, right? Or at least sent a text?

Splitting off from mom, I headed back to my cabin for a quick shower before dinner. By the time I was finished and stepping back out again to head for the main house, the farm truck was pulling into the driveway. I could see Logan in the driver’s seat and waved a hand to welcome him.

“Hey!” I called as he cut the engine and stepped out. “I was getting worried about you.”

He lifted his gaze, his eyes bloodshot and droopy as if he were exhausted beyond belief. I cocked my head to the side, confused by the way he staggered out of the truck.

“Is… Is everything alright?”

“S’fine,” he mumbled, placing a hand on the hood of the truck to stop himself from toppling over. “Everything’s jus’ fine.”

“Logan?” I said, taking another step toward him. “Are… Are you drunk?” I didn’t need an answer as the smell of cheap whiskey washed over me. The closer I looked, the more I realized he was a fucking mess. Heated anger filled my chest in a flash. “You drove home like this?!”

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