Page 25 of Claimed By the Cowboys
With my hands braced on his rippling abs, I began my ride, Zeke’s hard heat driving me mad as he lifted his hips to meet me, his knot pressing against my taut flesh desperate to be inside, my clit throbbing.
After Zeke’s earlier attention, each delicious moment of friction between our bodies sent sensations singing through me, my muscles tightening around him as he began to let out low, growling sounds of pleasure.
A loud clap of thunder shook the very frame of the stables, and the two of us let out increasingly needy sounds as I began moving faster, his length just shy of kissing my cervix.
Zeke’s hands crept from their grip on my hips to around my shoulders, guiding my body so that I softened my riding posture, and brought my chest against his.
With my breasts pressed against him, our lips locked together, and his hands fisted wildly in my hair, Zeke increased his speed.
It wasn’t long before my orgasm hit, just like that white-hot flash of electricity outside the stable window. My body was threatening to shake apart as Zeke’s knot disappeared inside me.
My eyes rolled back, and I let out an ecstatic cry as Zeke bottomed out, his knot stretching me in the most delicious of ways. The frenzy peaked, the two of us thrusting and groaning as Zeke rushed up the edge I’d just soared from. Each movement of his thick cock dragged out the pleasure, and I bit my lip as it overwhelmed me.
“Fuck, Pipes—you feel so good,” he managed to growl out as he spilled inside me, warm and full.
The two of us, run ragged and breathless, lay on the blanket in the hay with me pressed against Zeke’s chest, his hands hanging limply in my hair as we did our best to catch our breath in the momentary silence.
Usually, this would have been the point in time during my previous one-night stands when I began to panic—the awkward knot dissipation waiting period, the absolute height of embarrassment and regret as soon as my most primal urges were satisfied. But Zeke just heaved a pleased sigh, his hands finding their way to my shoulders, hugging me against him as his fingers traced my bare back and fiddled with my hair.
“Just a few minutes to enjoy the sound of the rain,” he crooned, nuzzling his face against the side of mine, placing tender kisses along the column of my neck.
“Sure, just a few minutes,” I agreed with a knowing smirk, allowing my head to rest against his chest, existing to the beat of his heart and the patter of rain on the roof.
Chapter 13
Dakota
It was late evening on the ranch, and I was in the kitchen prowling for a snack. Montana was at the counter having a nightcap and answering emails on his laptop like a true workaholic. Zeke was nowhere to be found, probably passed out in his room or being harassed by Clay, who seemed to be in a foul mood more often than normal since Piper had arrived at Blackwood Ranch.
The distrusting asshole had taken to keeping a close eye on her, badgering her any chance he got. It hadn’t been much better for the rest of us, who had started giving Piper a little extra attention.
Clay chewed my ass out at least twice this week for no reason, all the while hovering around Piper and micromanaging. I wasn’t convinced it was solely because he still wasn’t sure about her.
She had started to blend into our family perfectly, and I couldn’t imagine life without her. We were all happier with her around, and she ensured the home ran smoothly. I was going to have to take my jeans out soon if she kept feeding us so well.
Just as I had the thought, I stumbled upon a plate of sliced cheese and salami covered in plastic wrap in the middle of the fridge shelf. “Snacks for the boys—whenever” was written in Piper’s looping handwriting on a tiny Post-it.
She was an angel, a stroke of incredible luck…but wherewasshe?
“Hey, do you know where Piper is?” I asked.
Montana cocked his head to the side as he wrapped up sending an email. “I think Zeke was going to show her something,” he said. “He’s probably rambling about the horses or the cattle industry in excruciating detail while making moon eyes at her.”
Laughing, I clamped a hand on his back. “That sounds about right—I’ll go save her from him.”
“Sure,that’swhy you want to go find her.”
I nodded. “Yep, purely selfless reasons. I’m just a good guy like that. That’s why the lord gave me that extra inch.”
Montana shook his head. “We are identical, idiot. How many times do I have to remind you of that?”
“Do you want me to go get the tape measure? I’ll do it.”
He shook his head. “I know you will. Just go find Piper and stop irritating me, okay?”
“I would usually avoid doing what you tell me to as a matter of principle…but she smells prettier than you, so I’m going!”
Without another word, I sauntered out into the night air, the windows of the barn glowing from within, so I made my way toward it. There was something undeniably enticing about Piper Collins, and I was looking forward to getting to know her better.
