Page 205 of Things Left Unsaid

Gazes locked on one another, I rub the tip through my folds until I find my entrance. Pre-cum and his last release ease his path as I slide him home, neither of us bringing up protection, both of us more focused on how good it feels to reconnect and so swiftly too.

My eyelids flutter to half-mast, but his remain open. There’s a ferocity in his expression that makes me melt. That the most feminine part of me wants to soothe.

I lift onto my knees and ride him.

All around me, the water laps and kisses my skin, making sensitive shivers work their way up and down my spine. Whenever I breach the surface, I can feel it whisper over my clit, adding a caress that makes this a million times hotter.

His hands find my ass and he pulls the cheeks apart, letting more water touch me, brushing where we’re joined, the soft waves from my movements making me hyperaware of our union.

Quickening my pace, I chase release. I’ve no right to come so many times in one day, but apparently, the universe doesn’t agree. His being a caveman shouldn’t turn me on, yet those words of his are like magic to me.

My nails scrape over his back, leaving marks that’ll be there until tomorrow. Deep score marks that are as much a claim as the one he wants to stake on me.

I can feel everything in me tighten before the implosion strikes.

It decimates me—in the best possible way.

His hoarse yell is music to my ears as both of us rise and fall together, bound by the water, forged by the land that bore us, united in a way that no laws made by mankind could ever reap…

And whether he wants me to tell him tomorrow or today, the truth was set in stone the first day I stumbled into his stables and he found me there.

I’m his.

Forever.

Colt

Are You With Me - nilu

It’s the motorbikes that wake me.

The second the heavy rumble of those damn crankshafts rattle through the silent night air, I sit up in bed.

My empty bed.

I have a pissed-off wife next door who thinks I don’t respect her judgment calls, but that’s the least of my problems.

Swiftly, I roll out of bed, grateful that I was too tired yesterday to toss my stuff in the laundry basket because I drag my clothes from the floor and dress.

After we returned from our ride, the herd over on the northwest quadrant were displaying signs of distress. Theo called me in to help and we discovered a pregnant heifer whose leg was trapped in a fence. The shock had her giving birth early, but we showed up too damn late to save either of them.

The memory has me scrubbing a hand over my face as I stride out of my room and start down the hall, shoeless so as not to disturb Zee.

I can’t imagine she’d hear the bikes, not after years of adapting to living in the city, but a man can try.

Yawning, I make it to the staircase when I hear a, “Colt? Is that you?”

Hearing trepidation in her voice, I immediately return to the end of the hallway where our suites are. “It’s me. You should go back to sleep.”

“Where are you going?” she asks drowsily, deciding to kill me by opening the door wider and letting me get a good look at her.

She’s wearing an oversized sleep shirt with elephants on it.

It shouldn’t be sexy.

It shouldn’t.

And definitely not at a time like this.

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