Page 19 of Ranch Life At Heart
Me. I’m counting. I hate not having sex with him, or the small talk, or the wink he shoots me when he knows I’m looking. The carefree smile, the rides together, working together, just…together.
“You’ve been avoiding me,” he states.
I should reply with “duh,” but that wouldn’t be nice. Huffing out a deep breath, I jump from the bed and stalk to the bathroom. The door falls shut behind me and I flip the lock. I handle my business and brush my teeth before I step out to find Cedar still hovering in the doorway in his boxers.
“The least you can do is make some coffee if you’re gonna drag me out of bed,” I grumble and step toe-to-toe with him.
He leans in and says, “I did. I’ve already had some.”
I have the sudden desire to kiss him. Must be the scent of coffee on his breath.
Cedar’s voice is low and husky when he rumbles, “I can see the desire overflowing in your eyes. Perky nipples saluting me, even if they’re covered by fabric. Why in the hell would you deprive yourself, me, us?”
His arm slides around my waist and he pulls me flush against his almost naked body. He might as well be naked because those boxers he’s wearing aren’t hiding his massive erection. I moan when I feel all of him. He’s right. Why the hell did I deprive both of us indeed?
Fuck it. I reach for his neck and pull him down. He comes willingly and another moan rips from me when his mouth covers mine. Nothing matters when he grips my hips and hoists me up. My back hits the wall and I automatically wrap my legs around him.
There is only enough time to take a breath before he fills me up in one stroke. This is what I missed. The sweet burn of being stretched by his dick. His teeth sink into my neck as he pulls out and slams right back inside. My whole body tingles with pleasure.
“Yes,” I hiss. “More. Give me more.”
He grunts roughly against my neck while he pounds my pussy. I rake my nails over his back and moan when he hits a delicious spot inside me. He feels it too and keeps hitting it with each stroke.
Every thrust is a bump up to the sky where his ultimate aim is cloud freaking nine. A pink cloud where nothing but the ultimate pleasure matters.
“Cedar,” I moan. “Please. I need…need.”
“Need. My. Cock,” he snarls and punctuates each word with a thrust.
“Yesssss,” I hiss.
My orgasm is within reach when suddenly everything freaking stops.
His hand wraps around my throat, eyes fierce and voice dominating. “Don’t ever ignore me again. We have an agreement, a relationship where we’re both in it with clear intentions. Each of us like fucking each other. I like working on your ranch, the one that’s your dream and mine to enjoy right along with you. Ray was right about me, and I didn’t pick the right words, and it took you to ignore me to figure shit out.”
My heart skips and I clench around his cock, making him smirk.
“Figure what out?” I whisper.
He slowly pulls out and takes his time to glide right back in, repeating the process while he places his forehead against mine. “I like being inside you, like working with you, living with you, riding with you, everything involving you and me in close proximity.”
I close my eyes and let his words wash over me like the tingles filling my veins from the friction he’s creating deep inside me.
“Cedar.” A moan rips from me, and I open my eyes before I let go and plunge into bliss.
“Fuuuuuck,” he rumbles and I feel him thicken and pulse inside me, prolonging my pleasure as it mixes with his.
We’re gasping for breath, hearts racing, and eyes locked. The moment we share is intimate and feels different this time. I remember the words he gave me before we were consumed with pleasure.
Taking a deep breath, I manage to rush out the words, “I like everything with you too.”
“Good,” he grunts and carefully places me back on my feet. “Then we’ll see where this thing between us takes us when we lower our barriers. Not just sex. We sleep in one bed, keep going the way we started out, but it’s out in the open. Oh, and we deal with shit face-to-face. No more ignoring, we talk, yeah?”
“Okay,” I agree. “I’m willing to see where this will go between us.”
I yelp when he swoops me off my feet. “Long-term is what we’re going for.”
He takes me with him into the bathroom where we get to do it all over again. Dirty, clean, dirty, and clean once again. I feel deliciously sore when I get dressed. I wander into the kitchen to grab myself a cup of coffee.
