Page 47 of Wild Horses

“Just be sure, man. Tuesday wants you here. Or at least somewhere you can be happy.” He cants his head toward my living room, where Laramie bounces on each couch cushion.

My hand comes up to the back of my head. “She’s a nomad. A rolling stone. Chasing her fortune on the back of a horse at forty miles an hour.”

“But does she make you happy?”

I don’t need to think. “Yeah. She’s amazing, and I’d tether myself to her forever, but…” I sigh. “I don’t want to drag her down.”

Bond swings an arm around my shoulder. “Then you find a way to run alongside her.”

Once Bond and Tuesday leave, I shut the door and drop onto the couch next to Laramie. She climbs into my lap, burying her nose in the hollow of my throat.

“Want to talk about it?” she asks, her words muffled.

“Not tonight, but soon.” My head drops, resting against thecouch. “Right now, I want to shower with you to get the road off us; then, I want to take you to bed.”

“Hmm, luckily for you, that’s exactly what I want, too.”

Laramie climbs out of my lap and saunters off like she owns the place. I sit slack-jawed, watching her navigate my rental like she’s been here for months, not twenty minutes.

Over her shoulder, she calls, “I took your permission to explore and ran with it.”

Why doesn’t that surprise me?

A minute later, I hear the rush of water and her voice. “Are you joining me or not, Pretty Boy?”

My cock twitches, and I beeline to the beautiful woman waiting for me. She’s already under the steady stream, her hands running up and down her body. As if she can feel the weight of my gaze, she cranes her head and winks before bending—giving me a perfect peak at her pink pussy—and snagging my body wash. When she straightens and turns, my eyes latch onto the drops that land on her chest.

Never looking away, she brushes one soapy hand over her skin, her fingers tracing circles along the sides of her body. Her fingers drop lower, leaving a haphazard trail of my scent across her stomach and hips.

“It’s getting awful lonely in here.”

I shed my clothes and slip into the warm water behind her.Fuck.There’s nothing like the feeling of Laramie’s wet, supple body against mine. My hands roam her curves, feather-light touches across her hips, her shoulders, down the length of her arms. She melts into me and moans.

“That noise is nothing but trouble, just like you.” I suck on her earlobe and buck my hips.

Laramie reaches between us and glides her hand up and down my cock. Her firm grip pulls a hiss from between my clenched teeth as I fight not to fuck her fist.

“Let metake care of you first, sweetheart.”

She pouts but drops her hand. I step back and pick up my shampoo, then take a beat to drink her in. Her long lashes are damp from the mist of the shower, and her hair curls around her face. She’s a goddess.

Her eyes slip closed as I work my fingers through her hair, and she makes another of those delicious noises. I want to cover her mouth with mine and sip those moans like a fine wine.

I tip her head back and rinse the suds from her hair. She’s bathed in my scent, and I want nothing more than to add my cum to the mix. Marking her inside and out.

Laramie turns the full power of her attention on me. “Now, letmetake care ofyou.”

She kisses a trail along my chest while her soapy hands massage my back, glutes, and thighs, summoning a series of shivers that wrack my body.

A groan rips from my throat when she sinks to her knees on the tile before me. Laramie toys with me, kissing my inner thighs, grazing her teeth along the sensitive skin. The more she teases me, the more I jerk and moan. She takes me into her mouth, running her tongue along the underside of my shaft, pressing against the sensitive vein that runs the length of it.

“Shit.” One of my hands drops to her head, petting the wet strands in a mix of needing to touch her and needing to see her.

As if the extra weight of my hand urges her on, she takes me to the back of her throat and swallows around me. What are words? Mine have all fled, and only inarticulate noises remain.

Her whimpers vibrate around me, harmonizing with mine, and together we write a wordless symphony.

My body is no longer mine to control; it’s beholden to her.When she digs her fingers into my ass, urging me deeper, I have to comply. Hips thrusting, cock aching, I’m desperate for the heat of her mouth.

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