Page 39 of Wild Horses

Why would my being here make her nervous? Shit. Did I fuck up things for her?

“Uh, I’m sorry. I didn’t?—”

She stops me with her lips. I savor the pillowy softness of them, her lashes fluttering as she closes her eyes, her arms gliding around my neck. It doesn’t matter that our mouths are locked together; I want her closer. Need her closer.

Hands roam, each of us clinging to the other, a thread of desperation mixing into the heat between us. Mine from the fear I cost her her comeback. Hers, from what I assume is the need to put her ride behind her.

It isn’t until we hear an impatient stamp that we break apart. Laramie’s lips are pink and swollen, and her cheeks are flushed. God, what I’d give to sink into her right now.

“Sorry, X. I’m not being a very good friend to you rightnow, am I?” She soothes the horse, petting up and down her muzzle, slipping her a peppermint.

We manage to keep our hands off each other until Xpresso is settled. Our eyes meet, the tension between us growing thicker.

“Come to my trailer?—”

“Come to my motel?—”

We end up in my motel. Laramie ran by her trailer to clean up and pack a few items. While she was showering, I may have snooped, uncovering a velvet bag in one of the built-in drawers.

Do I regret rummaging through the stash of toys? Absolutely not. Did I pilfer a couple of items hoping to use them tonight? Hell yes.

Laramie drops into my lap, her lips brushing mine. “Told you those cheese sticks were Twinkie-sized.”

The bed squeaks beneath us. “Always opening my eyes to the finer things in life, aren’t you?”

“I’m trying to make up for your sadly deprived childhood.”

She has no idea how accurate her words are. She’s teasing me about food, but damn if that’s not hitting the nail on the head.

Laramie reads the shift in my mood and cups my face. “Where’d you go?”

“Doesn’t matter because I’m back now and exactly where I want to be.”

Her eyes scan my face. “War, we can spend the night talking. You know that, right? I can be that person for you.” Shesucks in a deep breath then exhales. “The one you come to when you’re hurting. When you need someone to take care of you.”

My throat tightens, and in a flash, I flip us so Laramie lies on the bed beneath me. “What I need from you right now is this.” I kiss her, deep and so hungry for more.

With gentle hands, I slip off her t-shirt. She’s not wearing a bra, and I soak in the sight of her gorgeous tits. She fists my shirt, tugging on the hem.

Obliging her, I reach back and pull it over my head. The way her pupils dilate gives my ego a heady stroke.

“Lift those hips for me, sweetheart.” I shimmy her leggings off, again treated to her lack of underwear. “Shit. No bra, no panties. It’s like you’re begging to get fucked.”

She smirks. “Maybe I am, Pretty Boy. Are you going to make me wait?”

Shucking my jeans and boxer briefs, I stroke my cock, enraptured by the sight of Laramie naked and wanting. I toss a condom on the bed then drape myself over her; the press of warm skin on skin has my eyes rolling back in my head. Laramie rises as much as she can, capturing me in a kiss, but I gently guide her shoulders into the mattress.

“I see you, Trouble. You want to buck me off and take the reins. The last time we did this, you were in charge, and I wasyourgood boy. But that didn’t work out for me the morning after.”

She parts her mouth, but I settle my thumb on her lower lip, silencing whatever she’s going to say.

“This time, I’m in charge.”

Laramie nods, then kisses the pad of my thumb before biting. Not hard, but the nip and the fire in her brown eyes say she’s willing to let me be in charge. For now.

I meet her gaze. “Hard limits?”

“No degradation.”

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