Page 63 of Wrangled Love

She’s stunning, closing her eyes as she surrenders to the fading waves of ecstasy. I’ve imagined her coming undone with my hand wrapped around my cock more times than I can count, but no fantasy compares to the reality of witnessing it in person.

As she comes down from her high, she goes limp in my arms. I slowly pull my hand from her, bringing my fingers to my mouth, and suck them clean. I groan, savoring the taste of her sweet essence on my tongue.

Her eyes flutter open, a bright smile crossing her face. The fair lights bathe her in a golden glow as she tosses her head back, laughing. She looks so at ease, and I smile back, proud to be the reason she’s so carefree.

Briar moves her hand to my pants, where the outline of my cock is visible, but I place my hand over hers.

She tilts her head, confused. “I want to take care of you.”

I lift her hand to my lips and place a kiss to the back of it. “This was aboutyou.”

I fasten the buttons of her shirt, and just as I’m smoothing her skirt, the Ferris wheel lurches back into motion. Briar’s hand shoots out to grip my arm.

“Still afraid of the Ferris wheel?” I murmur, taking her hand in mine.

“It’s still not my top choice,” she admits, leaning closer. “But I wouldn’t have minded being stuck with you for a bit longer.”

I lean my forehead against hers. “Don’t worry, darlin’. That was only the beginning.”

We have the rest of the night to ourselves, and I plan to make the most of it.

“Istill can’t believe you paid three hundred dollars for that.” I nod to the stuffed dinosaur under Jensen’s arm.

“It’s not my fault the attendant swindled me,” he grunts. “Hell, the kid probably pocketed the money for himself.”

“Caleb’s going to be so excited.”

“Worth every penny.” Jensen grins. “Even if we totally got hustled.”

When we reach the truck, he opens the passenger door and helps me in with a hand at my waist.

“Thank you,” I murmur.

He gives me a quick kiss. “Anytime, sweetheart.” The way his deep, smooth voice says those words has me weak at the knees.

He hands me the giant dinosaur, then closes the door and jogs around to the driver’s side. I place the stuffed animal in the middle seat and pull out a tube of lip balm from my pocket. My mouth still tingles from his kiss, the warmth lingering.

I’ve just finished applying it when I feel Jensen watching me. He cranes his neck around the dinosaur, eyes fixed on my lips.

“Want some?” I ask, holding the balm out with a smirk.

He blinks, giving me a sheepish smile. “Why is there a giant stuffed animal playing third wheel?” He gives the thing a playful shove.

I laugh as he tosses the dinosaur into the back seat and pats the spot beside him. I slide over, and his hand finds my leg, tugging me in until I’m snug against his side.

He dips his head, kissing me softly. “That’s more like it.”

“Somebody’s possessive tonight,” I tease.

“You have no idea what you do to me,” he whispers, giving me another kiss. “I can still hear every breathy sound of yours as you rode my hand.”

I flick my tongue along his mouth. “Whatever will you do about it?”

He groans. “Once we get home, I’m going to show you all the ways I can make you come.”

A spike of anticipation pulses through me when the engine rumbles to life and his hand moves to my upper thigh.

As the truck hums along the old country road, we settle into a comfortable silence. His presence is electric, like whiskey running through my veins—warm, smooth, and dangerously addictive. When I’m with him, it’s easy to forget that this has an expiration date and I’m not supposed to get attached.

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