Page 14 of Brand Me, Cowboy's Second Chance

He skims the bare skin of my thigh, and it makes my breath catch. This man has always known how to make me come undone. Fallon’s hands roam my curves. His lips move from my mouth to my neck. Then down across my chest, each kiss burning a new memory into me.

His hands trail up under my dress. His touch is rough and warm against my skin. I gasp when he brushes the inside of my thigh and then teases his way between my legs. Fallon runs his fingers across my slit. He works me open, tracing circles on me that leave me arching into him. I feel beautiful in his arms and I’m greedy for more friction.

He peels off my dress and then lays me down on a bed of hay. His clothes follow. I’ve been here with him so many times before. My body responds with ripples of anticipation before he even touches me. The smell of old wood clings to the air as he lowers himself on top of me.

I look up at him, the love of my life, and give myself over to his touch. Our fingers tangle. Our legs shift. My breath catches as he lines himself up with my opening. I feel his tip pulse, hot and insistent against me.

He's already slick with want, and I'm desperate for him to fill me. Then he does.

Fallon slides into me with a single thrust. He lets out a deep, guttural moan as he sinks inside. The sound vibrates through my chest where our bodies press together.

"Are you okay?" His voice is gruff as he holds me there. One hand grasps at my thigh, the other tracing gentle circles over the racing pulse in my throat.

I let out a breathy exhale. "Yes, I want more." My walls stretch around his length, the delicious burn of him making my toes curl as he moves until I take every inch.

"Good girl," he growls and the praise sends a tingle down my spine.

He rocks into me slowly, the drag of his firm length against my most sensitive places makes me come to life. We move together in perfect timing and find a rhythm that was never lost. Everything slows around us. Every touch feels deliberate. Fallon whispers my name like it's like I’m the only thing anchoring him to this earth.

The tension builds in me as he picks up the pace. My skin is slick with sweat and my heart thunders against my ribs. I feel every muscle in Fallon's body flex as he claims my body. The corded strength of his arms on either side of my head as he cages me in. The powerful roll of his hips driving him deeper.

I arch up to meet his thrusts. My nails leave crescent moons across his shoulders. His hands roam wild over every curve then tangle in my hair and tug just enough to make me gasp. Having Fallon fill me is like coming home and falling apart all at once.

He drives me toward the edge. Waves of longing wash over me and rack my body with tremors. I squirm as he presses my thighs open even further. Then I clench along his length and fall over the edge.

When I let go, I take him with me. Everything goes white as he shoots hot streams into me. The release is white hot and all-consuming. It's everything I didn't know I still needed from Fallon, and it leaves me breathless.

Afterward, the barn is quiet.

We lie tangled in each other. The old rafters above us creak in the breeze. His chest rises and falls beneath me. I'm curled on my side, with his arm slung over my waist. His chest presses against my back. One of his hands is still in my hair and the other rests on the bare skin of my back beneath his coat.

"I missed this," he says, his voice rough.

"This barn?"

"You in this barn. I never stopped loving you," he says quietly. There's a soft sincerity in his voice. It's a promise that means everything to me. “I will choose you every time.”

I close my eyes. This could be everything. "Don't say that unless you mean it."

His arm tightens around me. "I mean it."

The air smells like hay, sweat, and memories. For the first time in years, I let myself believe in the possibility of us again. Maybe there is a future where I become Mrs. Fallon Kingridge after all. I cover his hand with mine, linking our fingers across my stomach. The weight of his words settles over me like a blanket. It feels like I'm exactly where I'm supposed to be.

"Fallon," I whisper, staring out at the shadows on the wall. "I love you."

CHAPTER10

BOOTS AND BITCHING PODCAST

Well,well, well. If the walls of the Velvet Spur could talk, honey, I'm not sure they'd ever shut up.

That's right, your favorite anonymous host is back with the post-Gala roundup you didn't know you needed and definitely can't survive without. The Farm to Table Gala and Auction might've been billed as a community event, but let's be real---what y'all showed up for was the drama.

And baby, it delivered.

We will get straight to the tea and it starts with a certain cowboy freshly imported from NFL Europe. This was the Fallon we’ve all been waiting for. Finally he made his return to the spotlight in true Kingridge fashion. No more brooding in the corner or smoldering at his ex-girlfriend across the room for this rancher. He turned up looking like a snack wrapped in a starched shirt with none other than Anny Kai on his arm.

Rumor has it they ran off faster than a jackrabbit on a date with a coyote when things got interesting. Ain’t no secret where they ended up. Made it right across the ranch and straight into an old barn that's seen more stolen moments than a high school parking lot.

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