Page 76 of Ride Me Reckless
She reached up, tugging me down until our mouths met, and in an instant, my clothes were shed aside—slow, deliberate, fierce. Her hands roamed my shoulders and chest, mapping every ridge and scar, while my lips explored the valley of her collarbones, the hollow behind her ear, and finally the peaks of her breasts. She arched into me, nipples taut under my tongue, a low moan vibrating through her body.
I pressed my fingers between her folds again, feeling how slick she was, how ready, how needy. With one finger, then two, I teased her gently, curling inside her until she shuddered beneath me. She gasped, and I lifted my head to watch her chest rise and fall, her eyes shining.
“I love the way you feel,” I murmured, sliding closer until only the tip of me brushed against her wetness. Then I sank in fully, slowly, filling her with every inch. She cried out my name, wrapping her legs around my waist, pulling me deeper. Her walls clamped around me, hot and welcoming, and I felt like we were two halves finally made whole.
We moved in tandem—rocking, thrusting, matching each other’s rhythm. Her nails scraped down my back, leaving a trail of fire. My hands gripped her hips, guiding, lifting, holding her close. The fragrance of her hair, the taste of her skin, the soft symphony of our mingled breaths and moans drove me mad with love for her.
Tessa shifted beneath me, pressing her thighs tighter, rolling her hips up to meet each of my strokes. I leaned forward, kissing her open-mouthed, tongue dancing with hers, tasting her pleasure and giving it back. Her answers were urgent, needy, sweet—each whisper of “Colt” like a benediction.
I slid my hand lower, curling my fingers around her bud, circling it in slow, precise strokes. Her hips bucked, her back arched, and she cried out again, louder this time, begging for more. I matched her urgency, increasing speed, letting everymotion be an affirmation of how deeply I cared, how much I’d missed our intimacy.
Her arms coiled around me, pulling me closer until there was no space between us. With one final, slow plunge, my release washed over us, and I buried my face in the crook of her neck, breathing her in.
We stayed like that, entwined, hearts pounding in perfect sync. She stroked my hair, and I kissed her ear tenderly. “I love you,” she whispered, her voice raw and emotional.
“I love you, too,” I replied, and the words felt as sacred as a vow.
Over and over we repeated them, each time more certain, more alive. In that moment, it wasn’t just a reunion. It was a new beginning—two souls rediscovering each other, forging a bond far stronger than what had been broken.
I knew, without a doubt, this was something worth keeping forever.
We lay tangled together on the bed afterward, limbs still warm, hearts still racing, skin damp from the weight of everything we’d just shared. Her head rested on my chest, one leg hooked over mine, fingers tracing lazy circles near my ribs like she memorized my shape again.
The room was quiet except for our breathing and the hum of the ceiling fan above. The sky outside had turned indigo, the first stars blinking into view. Somewhere in the distance, an owl called low and lonely, but in this room, everything felt full.
Complete.
She shifted slightly, lifting her head just enough to look at me.
“Do you ever think about baby names?” she asked softly.
I smiled, brushing her hair off her cheek. “You mean besides Colt Junior?”
She laughed, soft and surprised, and it made my chest feel like it might split in two.
“Try again,” she said, swatting my side.
“All right, all right. Something strong, maybe a little classic for a boy. And something wild but sweet for a girl.”
“Got anything better than Colt Junior, cowboy?”
I paused, then gave her a lazy grin. “We’ve got time. No rush.”
She nodded, eyes drifting shut again, her palm flattening over my chest.
“I don’t want to know,” I added quietly.
She blinked up at me. “Know what?”
“The gender. I want it to be a surprise. I want to look down the second they’re born and just… find out.”
There was a pause, and then she smiled again, softer this time. “Me too.”
I tightened my arm around her and pressed a kiss to her forehead.
Outside, the moon was climbing higher, silvering the edge of the mountains in the distance. The world was settling into its quiet rhythm, and so were we—two people who’d finally found their way back to the place they were always meant to be.
Sleep finally pulled us under. We were wrapped in each other, in a bed that Tessa was already making her own.
