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Chest rising and falling rapidly, I don’t know if I can even see straight for a moment. My hips thrust languid strokes against her ass until I bury myself to the hilt and hold myself there. Sweat dampens my brow and I fall forward, feathering kisses along the back and side of Layla’s neck. She turns, gives me her mouth and we’re both panting.
There are some very specific words that threaten to fall past my lips that I have to swallow back down. Because all I wantto do is confess everything to this beautiful girl, and now is not the fucking time. Truth be told, there have been a hundred little moments I’ve felt this urge lately, only, the situation is intensified right here as I’m buried deep inside her.
Layla hums against my mouth, and it’s the sweetest little purr of pleasure.
“How was that for the backseat experience?” I move to suck her earlobe between my lips and relish the shudder that rolls through her.
“Extremely fucking hot, cowboy.”
“I like the look of you, full of my cum in the back of my truck.” My teeth nip her ear, and I draw out. Holding her hips in place, I watch on as the evidence of me starts to well at her entrance. Layla rests her head against the seat, looking so fucking soft and satiated and blissed out of her mind. The feral thing inside me is roaring like a goddamn wild creature that I’m the one who gave her that.
“Stay still for me, angel.” Swiping my fingers through the cum leaking out of her, I press two fingers back inside, and Layla lets out a whimper. Her spine bows, and she pushes against me. Yeah, she fucking loves when I do this, and it’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.
“Look at you. Loving being filled up and desperate for more.” The husk in my voice sounds strange to my own ears. Repeating the process, each time I collect more and press back inside her swollen entrance. It’s too easy to get lost in the fantasy of simply fisting my dick, fitting myself at her core, and pulsing into her again.
Based on the way Layla is shuddering and moaning softly, chasing my touch, I’d say she’s feeling exactly the same way.
As I push my fingers past the second knuckle, coated in my release, her green eyes watch my face.
“You want to taste us, angel?” I’m slowly finger fucking my cum back into her and as soon as I say those words, Layla nods. My good girl opens her mouth and sticks out her tongue.
Her eyes glaze over as she feels me draw out, then push back in again, swiping up the slickness. Then I brace myself to lean over her back, slip those fingers past her soft lips, and allow her to swirl her tongue around. Cleaning me up, moaning softly as she does so.
“Goddamn, angel. You’re not making it easy to do anything but wanna stay right here.”
She gently nips my fingers, making a sweet little contented noise.
And even though I’m still floating, still coming back down, we can’t keep lingering. The sun has well and truly set, and we both need to get inside into the warm. There’s plenty of time between now and morning to have her all over again while spread out in my sheets.
Fixing her panties back in place and slipping her jeans back up over her ass to sit loosely over her hips, I pull her up and against me seated sideways across my lap.
“Are you ok? Was that ok?” I just want to hold her and kiss her softly for a moment. Even though I know we should get moving, she’s still so pliant, and it always feels like a gift I don’t deserve to get this side all to myself.
Layla’s smile is a little dreamy looking and it makes my chest squeeze. She reaches up to thread her fingers through my hair and nods, “That was amazing.”
Resting our foreheads together, my heart clatters around behind my ribs. So fucking lost to her. “Bath and food when we get back?”
“Sounds perfect.”
Yeah. It fucking does.
Chapter 26
I’ve been unashamedly staring at my ex-boyfriend’s father’s ass for the better part of the last hour.
Holy shit, that man fills out a pair of wranglers to perfection.
The trail we’ve steadily climbed higher and higher along while on horseback is rocky, narrow, and snakes its way up a ridged outcrop located at the far reaches of the ranch. Much to my delight, I’ve been fortunate enough to occupy the second rider position while Colt has led the way for us.
Although I suspect Peaches knows exactly where she’s going from the way her ears pricked up, and she has hardly needed any guiding. In fact, I’ve pretty much just been a passenger princess for this entire ride. With all the trail riding clients Colt has visit the ranch each summer, she must have frequented this track many times over the years I would imagine.
A girl can only dream of mornings spent like this. Blue skies overhead, a crisp, spring tinge to the air, and a gorgeous cowboy to soak up every moment with. Watching his broad shoulders, skill with his horse, seeing this man in his element—all of it is a blessing I don’t intend on taking for granted.
Our destination is a mystery, but I was told to pack for a night away from the house. Wherever we’re headed to I’m hoping, at the very least, there will be a fire I can huddle around. I’m certain Colton Wilder is fully immune to the cold, but my toes go numb the moment I so much as look at the snow, and I’m not built for roughing it cowboy-style while lying on a bed of dirt under the stars.
Maybe that’s his plan all along—force me to have to cling to him for warmth. Not that I would mind that one little bit, thank you very much.
As the horses crest the final rocky outcrop, my eyes grow wide. What comes into my line of sight is beyond anything I could have imagined. There’s a panoramic view overlooking the pointed tips of pine trees coating the mountain, while Devil’s Peak sits on the far horizon. She prominently guards the main plateau of the ranch and I can make out tiny dark spots of the cattle happily grazing hundreds of feet below this elevated ridgeline.
