Page 34 of That Fateful Ride

The inside was warm however, the fire burning nicely. She cut her gaze toward his bedroom, wondering if he was in there and if she went, would they end up there together?

Not that she would mind. Hell, her thoughts were on it all the time now. She wanted him. Wanted to have him fucking her, lifting her up on her toes with his hard thrusts. Wanted his mouth on her all over, driving her to distraction and turning her into a quivering, begging mess.

Longed for the sweat to pour down both their bodies as they lay limbs entwined, hearts pounding. Moaning she walked to the kitchen area and put down the buckets. She didn’t have the luxury of waiting around for him.

Such a pity.

For the first time, she wanted to leave a note. Let him know she’d been there, thinking of him.

Shaking off the foolish notion, she turned on her boot heels and found him there in the doorway, eyes locked on her.

“Need something?”

She swallowed twice and licked her lips before responding. “Dropping off the buckets of water like you asked.”

“Staying to help me make dinner?”

Her insides tossed and turned. The way he watched her made her wonder what exactly was on the menu.

“Seems to me you’d like me out of your way rather than in it, so I’ll be on my way.”

His jaw firmed as he stared at her. “You’re not letting me explain myself.”

She lifted her chin. “I don’t have to, that’s the beauty of this, we owe each other nothing. Now, I have a game to get to.”

Over the next several weeks,there was very little opportunity for him to talk to her. One of their other riders had fallen sick and was at the doctor in town. Like the soldier she was, Rebecca had taken extra rides.

When he did see her, he had to bite back his raging desire to butt in and demand she rest. He bit back a curse while tossing hay in the stable. She was going to run herself into the ground. All he wanted to do was protect her.

Not true. I want her in my bed. Waking with me and falling asleep with me.

He loved holding her close to his chest as they dozed off after making love. Sometimes they went slow, sometimes it was hard and fast. He didn’t care, he wanted her anyway he could get her.

The way her dark skin glowed in the sun or moonlight. How her lips parted as she puffed out short breaths, his name falling from them as she begged him.

Harder.

Faster.

Deeper.

The pleas, the scratches, all of it, he would never get enough.

His cock stirred in his pants and he groaned as he released the pitchfork to hit the side of the wall. Tipping his head back, he exhaled with a rush as his skin heated up.

Damn it.

With the heel of his palm, he rubbed against the insistent press of his hardening dick. The last time they’d been together, she had been on her knees before him, full lips parted waiting for him to push the mushroom head between them. Her first time sucking cock and he’d been the lucky participant.

She’d been so willing and while not the most skilled, it had been the best blowjob he’d ever gotten. Seeing his seed on her lips after she swallowed and her saliva coating his dick like water, all he could think about was how he wanted to do it again.

“Fuck.”

Giving he, he dipped his hand down into his pants and freed himself. One hand braced on the wall beside him, he squeezed his length and began to pump. Slowly at first, he twisted and moved up and down the hardness.

Eyes screwed closed, he pulled up the visual of her, on her knees sucking his dick. On her hands and knees, waiting for him to spear into her from behind to take him deep. He grew impossibly harder.

Panting he stroked faster, wishing it was her tight, hot pussy gripping him and sucking him in to hold him as if she never wanted to let him go. Balls tightening, Cy exhaled as he ground his jaw and tried to stave off the release which he desperately needed but would hate himself for the moment it happened because it wasn’t with Rebecca.

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