Page 21 of The Rancher's Code

“Don’t look at me like that, Cole.” I whimpered through my words. “Not when you’re touching me like that, too. It’s too… intense.”

“But I want to watch you come for me, baby.”

“First, the almost hickey and now you’re calling me baby?” I moaned, my cock getting even harder in his hand. “Why are you doing this to me, Cole? You’re acting like… like…”

“Like what?”

“Like you want me.”

“I do want you, Dylan.” Cole picked up the pace, his strokes coming faster and harder. I shivered underneath him, my cock almost ready to explode. “I kind of thought I’d already made that clear.”

“Yeah but… how… do you want me? Just as a guy you know who blows you sometimes?”

“Stop overanalyzing everything,” Cole replied, my precome dripping down against his fingertips. “Just be here with me. That’s how I want you. Here and now.”

I trembled as I came against his hand, my come decorating his palm. He smirked down at his handiwork, before casually licking some of my come off his fingers, like it was a delicacy he’d just discovered for the first time.

“You taste really good, Dylan. Anyone ever tell you that before?”

I was still in a daze, trying to regain my composure, trying to at least get my pants all the way back on. “I don’t… what?”

“You’re so fucking cute.” Cole grinned, turning my head towards his, pressing his lips against mine. He pulled me in close as we kissed, our breathing swirling together as we both tried to catch our breath, some kind of spark hanging between us, unseen but still felt. I’d practically crawled into his lap, when we heard the sound of footsteps from somewhere outside the barn.

“Shit!” I mumbled as I quickly scrambled to my feet, pushing Cole away from me. “Shit!”

“Dylan? Are you in there?” Amber called out, stopping short of entering the barn. “I had something I wanted to run by you?—”

“Here! I’m always here!” There were nerves in my voice, but I tried to keep them at bay. “What’d you need?”

“Cole?” Amber looked right past me and towards her brother. “What are you doing in here?”

“I was helping Dylan.” Cole shrugged. “You wanted me to be more involved with your wedding planning stuff, right?”

Amber paused for a moment as her gaze went from her brother?—

Back to me?—

And then back to her brother. “Right. Well, I’m happy you’re getting… in the spirit.”

Amber cut a suspicious look back over at me, but the expression quickly disappeared. “Seriously, though, Dylan! I really need your opinion on this one.”

“What is it?”

“Coordinated releasing of butterflies and doves.”

“Coordinated? You mean at the same time?”

“Coordinated like choreography.” She grinned in my direction. “What do you think?”

“Honestly, Amber, I have no idea what that means.” As I replied to her, I spotted Cole heading out of the barn. He shot me a sympathetic look before he playfully winked.

And all I could think about were his hands on me all over again.

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COLE

I wantedto taste him again.

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