Page 31 of Enamored
“Being apart is a lot harder for me than I thought it would be. I got two days with you before I was forced back here, away fromyou.Then, you went to England to see Russ—”
“I didn’t go tosee him,” she says through clenched teeth. “I had a job to do. That’s what happens when someone has a job. I did what my boss asked me to do. It’s not like I had a choice.”
She’s not getting it.My frustration is through the roof. I run my hands through my hair, tugging the ends, the sting a welcome feeling. My blood boils, and my heartbeat drums in my ears so loud I can barely hear myself. She has no idea how much I want to rip that man’s head off. Even the mention of his name makes me go crazy. “Oh, so, if your boss asked you to jump off a bridge, would you?” I yell back.
“Fuck you, Tristan.” She scoffs and pushes open the door.
“Where are you going?” I ask, climbing out just as fast.
“Calling an Uber to take me to a hotel. I’m not staying here. I’ve been in town for an hour, and we are already screaming at one another! How are we going to survive my trip here?”
“No. Shit.” I clench my hands and lock my jaw as I rack my brain on how to fix this. “Please don’t. I’m sorry.”
“You say that a lot. Are you sure you understand the meaning of the word?”
I reach out for her and take her hand in mine. When she doesn’t pull out of my grasp, I know I have a chance to fix things. “There’s a lot going on, and I’m stressed out. Can we please go inside to talk? I promise to listen to everything you tell me.”
She takes a step closer to me, wraps her hand around the back of my neck, and pulls me down to her, our lips connecting in a fierce kiss. There is so much want and need behind the kiss. When we finally break, she sways a little. I drop my forehead to hers, and the two of us breathe one another in.
“Hey, cowboy,” she coos.
“Hey, beautiful. Does this mean you’ll stay?” She nods her head and bites her lip, smiling. “Thank God.” I grab her hand and drag her toward my apartment.
“Wait, what about my bag?” She reaches behind her like she’s trying to mentally drag it with her.
“Later. I want to be inside you. Then, once you’re thoroughly fucked, I’ll come back to get it.”
I push open the front door and drag her down the hall to my bedroom. My apartment doesn’t have much in the way of homey touches, but it’s enough. I have a few pictures on my walls of my family and friends and the ranch. No flowers, no colored things. It’s very bland—white walls, white kitchen cabinets, and brown carpet.
The only room I’ve done anything with is my bedroom. I blew up some pictures Kasey took of the horses and mounted those on my wall. I have some hand-me-down furniture I found at one of the thrift stores that just needed new stain, and a king-sized bed with a navy comforter. I wanted a big comfortable bed. I work long hours at the ranch, and I come home and crash most nights.
I pull her body flush with mine, my hands exploring every warm curve of her body, while my lips draw delectable moans and whimpers from her mouth. God, it’s been too long since I’ve had her under me, since I’ve been in control of her pleasure. Last time, it was too short, and I’m going to make up for it now.
I pull her blouse over her head and help her push her skinny jeans down off her hips and down her legs. She kicks off her flats and finishes pulling them off around her ankles. She stands before me in a sexy little black lace bra and matching thong.
“You look good enough to eat,” I mumble against her lips, unable to keep my fingers and mouth off of her.
“Feast away, cowboy,” she says, pushing my head down her body. Every time she calls me cowboy, it stirs something else in me. More than a primal need for her. I finish sinking to my knees and pull her panties to the side, diving into her, lapping up everything she offers me. She holds my head for balance as I toss her leg over my shoulder for a better angle.
When I insert two fingers, I know she’s close. I feel it with how her body responds to mine and the moans of pleasure coming from her. I want her on top of me. I pull my face away, and when she tries to put me back where she needs me the most, I nip her thigh.
“I want you to ride me. Be the cowgirl I know you want to be.” I smirk when her cheeks redden.
I pull my clothes off in record time and lie on the bed. I hold my hand out to her, watching as she unclasps her bra and slides her panties down her legs, giving me a show to remember. She gives a little shake of her hips as she bends at her waist to pull them off. She then dangles them from her index finger, showing them to me.
Fuck. She’s so hot.
She climbs on the bed, lines herself up with me, and sinks down slowly. My hands automatically go to her hips as she controls the pace and depth in which she takes me. Her hands rest on my chest for extra support, and she’s lost in the moment. Being able to watch her pleasure herself using me is on an entirely different playing field.
She’s so lost in the sensations that, when I reach my thumb out to brush it along her hard clit, she moans and comes almost instantly on me. I help control her movements, extending her orgasm, and when she’s come down enough, I thrust up into her, hard, chasing my own release. As I watch her boobs bounce, she tightens around me again.
“Come on, baby. Come like a good girl,” I request.
She bites her lip and reaches between us to play with herself. The moment she starts coming, I let go, filling her. We both moan and wriggle through our orgasms before she collapses on me. I rub her back, feeling our racing hearts beating together. I kiss the side of her head, and she turns to look at me, a smile on her face.
“I love you, Lana. Not a doubt in my mind.”
Chapter 17
