Page 42 of Wild Horses

She mewls, and her pussy flutters around my cock. “Yes, god, yes.”

I get to conquer her this time, but only because she lets me. I pull out, then drive in, setting a punishing pace. “Fuck, you’re so wet and tight. So perfect.”

Laramie claws at my back, her legs locking around my hips, holding me as close as possible. There’s no finesse to my movements; it’s simply desperate need.

“Yes, be a good girl and take it all. What I wouldn’t give to be bare inside you.”

“Next. Time.” She pants between each word, lost in the rhythm between us.

“You’re going to let me take this pussy raw? Let me fill you up?”

“I’m going to demand it.” She nips my lip.

In between thrusts, I mutter against her mouth.Thrust.“So.”Thrust. “Damn.”Thrust.“Bratty.”

She clenches around me, squeezing my cock, guiding me to my own blackout-worthy, blissful end.

“Need you to come. Right the fuck now.”

“Yes, sir.”

It’s that snarky-sweetsirthat pushes me over the edge. I grunt out my release, a tingle spreading from the base of my spine down to my balls. Laramie tumbles with me, crying out my name.

I roll us to our side, my cock still inside her. She’s beautifully flushed, the light gleam of sweat on her skin.

Another mini orgasm rolls through her, and she whimpers. “War, the plug.”

“Shit, sorry.” I gently slide my cock out of her warmth and tie off the condom before scrambling for the remote and turning it off. Her sigh of relief as I ease the plug out of her has me fighting off a chuckle. Grabbing the used toy and condom, I toss one into the sink and the other into the trash, then get the water running.

Pink stains Laramie’s cheeks as I bundle her into my arms and carry her to the bathroom. I settle her pliant form on the toilet and press a kiss to her forehead. “Do what you need, sweetheart, while the water warms up.”

For probably the first time in her life, she doesn’t argue. She’s too blissed out to be bothered by my proximity, but I give her a semblance of privacy by turning my back and fiddling with the shower.

Once it’s the perfect temperature, I guide her into the steady stream. She’s unsteady on her feet and clings to me, which is no hardship on my part. I love that she’s a quivering mess in my arms. I’m quick and efficient, washing all her overly sensitive parts. Leaving her carefully propped against the wall, I step out, tie a towel around my waist, then reach into the shower with another and wrap her up.

Like the precious cargo she is, I carry her to the bed. That she’s letting me take care of her feeds something deep inside me, and I fall even harder for Laramie Larson.

After I get her tucked in, I click off the lights and climb in next to her. Her hand settles over my heart, and she taps my wrist. “What happened to your watch?”

“I left it on a table in a dive bar about thirty minutes before I showed up at the rodeo last night.” I swallow. “I met my Dad for a drink. Some small part of me was hoping he would apologize. Realize that he’s essentially pushed both his children out of his life. But it was more of the same, and that goddamn watch…”

“It’s a symbol of the world you left behind,” Laramie whispers.

“And a gift from him. A physical cuff shackling me to him, and I wanted it gone.”

She picks up my hand and kisses the inside of my wrist. “Do you feel lighter?”

I shrug. “I haven’t really thought about it, but I do.”

“Then you made the right choice.”

A quiet yawn slips from her lips, and her body softens against mine. Another minute passes before her breathing slows. I muffle a groan when she snuggles her tight ass closer.

“You asleep, Trouble?” She mumbles something and buries her cheek into the cheap cotton pillowcase but otherwise doesn’t stir.

Lowering my voice so it’s barely audible over the creaky ice machine outside the room, I whisper my secrets while playing with the strands of Laramie’s hair. “You’re amazing. You know that? A creature of instinct and wild and wind. Some sort of earth-born goddess who crashed into my life just as I shattered the only world I’ve known. Finding you here is a sign from the universe. Proof I did the right thing, for once. I don’t deserveyou, but if my time with Tuesday has taught me nothing else, it’s that life and family are what you make it. And I want the chance for you to be both. My life and my family.”

Closing my eyes, I drift off to restful sleep, confident in the knowledge I’ll wake with Laramie in my arms in the morning.

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