Page 107 of The Runaway and the Rugged
She rendered me silent, not because I didn’t know what to say, but because I was seconds from hoppin’ off Ella and draggin’ Emelia to the nearest flat surface to bend her over on. Thankfully, only moments later we were entering the stable. Once settled inside Ella’s stall, I dismounted with quick movements before reachin’ for Emelia, but she swiftly nudged me away.
She was damn proud of herself when she learned how to dismount from a horse, and from now on, she had to do it every time. I missed bein’ able to lift her off the saddle, holdin’ herclose, but watchin’ as her denim-clad legs swung over with ease made me fuckin’ feral.
After climbing down, Emelia walked out the stall and headed toward the stable door.
“Where you goin’?” I made a quick check of Ella’s stall and chased after Emelia. She appeared to be on a mission, but halted when I spoke.
“Getting away from you.” She frowned as a slight huff escaped from her mouth.
The fuck?
“Why?”
Planting her hands onto her hips, she gave me a no-nonsense scowl.
“Because!” she shouted. “Look at you! All hot and sweaty, and you trimmed your mustache this morning.”
Her face was tinged with a rosy hue.
“What’s me trimmin’ my mustache got to do with anything?” I asked with a chuckle.
She huffed.
“Because it’s the perfect length and you know how much I love it, especially when you… you know…”
I smirked.
Yeah, I know what you like, Outlaw.
That’s why I trimmed it as often as I did.
“I want you to fuck me, Garth. I want it every day, because how can I not? And right now, you’re telling me I have to wait, and it’s really hard to do whenever you look like… that.” She waved her hand in the direction of my body and before I knew it, I closed the space between us and shoved her gently against the wall behind her.
“You want me to fuck you?” I asked, then roughly unbuttoned her pants before yanking down her zipper.
She whimpered a half-assed “Yes.”
“Tell me why I should even though you ain’t been listenin’ to one single damn word I’ve been sayin’ about you bein’ hurt.”
Her pink panties were visible and with a tug of her pants, I shoved my hand inside and found her slick heat.
“Oh hell.” Her head fell back as her eyes rolled. “Please…” she begged as I worked her clit over with small, firm circles.
“Tell me why, baby,” I ordered once more, this time with my mouth lapping at the skin on her neck and shoulder.
A string of moans and curses slipped past her lips.
“Because—because you love me,” she whimpered. “Because you want me just as bad as I want you and it’s impossible for you to say no to me.”
Well, fuck, she did have me there. It was impossible tellin’ this woman no, and finally, giving in and lettin’ her have her way, I pulled my hand out from inside her panties.
“You’re right, I can’t say no to you. Don’t think I’ll ever be able to,” I grunted while making quick work of my buckle and jeans before yanking them down. “Now hands on the wall, and let me fuck you.”
After our steamy session in the stable, we raced back home to shower before we had to pick up Grace from school. When Emelia was busy getting ready, a text popped up onto her phone from Clarke.
Clarke: I don't want you to freak out, but I’m in the hospital with a broken collarbone…
Christ.
