Page 41 of Wild Horses

“You’re doing so good. Such a good girl.” I kiss up the line of her spine. Her entire body shudders and breaks out in goosebumps. I love that she’s so responsive. I whisper more praises against her skin. Telling her how beautiful she is, how hard she makes me.

Then I slip my fingers out of her, relishing the gasp when I push the lubed plug in. I pull it out, add more lube, then work it in again.

“How’s that feel?”

“So good,” she moans.

I repeat that pattern until she’s clawing at the sheets; only then do I push the plug in and leave it. “I’ll be right back. Don’t move.” I climb off the bed and wash my hands before picking up the remote for the toy.

“Why did you leave that night, Laramie?”

A beat of silence.

Settling my forearm on her lower back so she can’t move, I click the lowest setting and watch her try to buck.

“Answer me.”

“I w-was scared.”

I reward her by pushing a finger into her pussy. “Keep going.”

“You were, are, a distraction. God, War. More. Please.”

A second finger joins the first, and I up the vibration pattern on the plug. “Did you plan to leave from the start?”

She drops her face into the mattress, muffling her answer. “Yes.”

There’s a heavy thread of sadness in that one word.

I shift so I can press my chest to her bare skin. “Thank you for being honest.”

“But I went back.”

“What?” My fingers still inside her.

She rocks against my hand, searching for friction and relief. “I went back. That morning. But you were already gone.”

Is it possible for your heart to lurch? Because if so, mine just did. She came back to The Rusty Spur for me. Two fingers become three, and I kick the vibrations up as high as they go. “I believe you. Now be a good girl and come for me.” My thumb works her clit until she’s clenching my fingers.

Her release drenches my hand and sends another burst of pride through me. I did that. I made this strong, confident woman fall apart. “That’s one. Next question. How did you know I sold my apartment?”

She groans. “I searched for you. Even asked Dr. Panter for your info. She wouldn’t give it to me, but I figured out what building you lived in, and your doorman told me you were gone.”

I curl my fingers, putting pressure on that spongy spot inside her as she answers. Between that, the vibrations, and the patterns I trace around her sensitive bud, she comes again.

“That’s two. Last question.” I pull my fingers from where they’re buried and help her turn over. Making sure she’s watching, I lick every bit of her honey off my hand; then I roll the condom down my length. Drawing a steadying breath, I ask the question I most need answered. “Do you want me?”

“Yes!”

“I don’t mean my cock, Laramie. I mean me. All of me. For more than tonight.”

Maybe it’s flying too close to the sun, and this woman will always burn me, but I need her to say it.

I push my cock against her, hissing at the heat of her even through the thin latex. But I won’t give her an inch, not yet. “Answer me. Tell me this is more than tonight.”

Her eyes are glassy when she cradles my cheek. “I want you. I want to date you, to know you, and to build something real with you.”

Disbelief and a giddy sort of joy bubble through me, and like a thread pulled too tight, I snap, sinking my cock deep into her glorious warmth. “Listen to me.” I grit my teeth, the addition of the plug making her so damn tight. Not to mention the rumbly vibrations pulsing through that thin barrier inside her. “I’m head over heels for you. Have been since our first PT session, and it only grew with each conversation we had, each kiss. And that night we spent together…” I groan and kiss her hard before whispering against her lips. “But I’m about to fuck you like I hate you.”

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