Page 107 of Chasing the Wild
It’s only a cabin. Just bits of wood and nails and tin.
Even so, I feel a swelling in my chest that she seems to understand itdoesrepresent so much more than that to me, at least.
“Feels like a lifetime since then.” Shrugging, I stab at another piece of tender meat. Coming up here on my own, Iusually pack pretty simple things. The kind of meals that you can throw in a pot over the fire, not having to worry about cooking or anything like that. I’m usually so fucked after a day of splitting logs and maintenance, hammering and checking the roof for leaks or damage, that it’s a struggle to do much more than chuck something over the hot plate on top of the firebox and inevitably fall asleep on this very couch.
“This is your sweet spot,” she murmurs. Eyes soft and holding my gaze. Everything about her is so fucking soft.
Reaching out with my knuckle, I swipe a bit of rogue sauce from the corner of her mouth, bringing it to my own to lick off.
“What do you mean, angel?” My eyes fixate on that plump curve of her lower lip. The way her cupid’s bow sits elegantly below her nose. Every little detail of this girl feels like a constant reminder that I should be paying more attention. Committing these unique little features to memory, while I still have the chance.
“Your sweet spot.” Layla tilts her head to one side with a tiny smile. One that settles in the fine lines around the corners of her eyes. How I know when she’s truly smiling. “You said it that day, and it’s stuck with me ever since… You’ve got to find your sweet spot, and take your aim.”
My own words from that day with her, lying in the snow, teaching her how to fire a gun come rushing back.
“Sounds pretty wise. Don’t know what kind of asshole would be saying shit like that.”
“Well, you can be pretty damn wise when you want to be, cowboy.” Layla shakes her head, outright smirking at me now. “And for the record, this place is incredible. I’m glad you took your aim and found your sweet spot up here.”
Her words, and our conversation from last night echo in my mind as I reach the yard, gravel crunching beneath the truck’s tires when I pull to a stop.
It’s the cruelest fucking irony that I’ve found more than one sweet spot in life. One that I’d gladly spend all my time hidden away in, away from the world, where everything feels calm and simple and so easy to be at peace.
The other is with the girl walking through the double doors to the barn toward me, leading one of the horses outside.
Chapter 29
“Oh, god.”
A loud moan falls past my lips. My hot breath fans against the wooden stall in front of me. I’m whining and arching as Colt rubs over my clit.
He’s fingering me mercilessly, right here in the middle of the barn, and I’ve already fallen apart once for him since he cornered me.
Right now, my knees feel like they’re about to give way. It’s only my palms braced against the wood, and Colt’s arms wrapped around my body from behind that prevent me from sagging to the floor in a puddle of pleasure.
“That’s it, angel. Give me another, then I’m going to pull these pants down and fuck you until you’re filled with me again.”
I can’t help the desperate sounds coming out of me. “Fuck. Fuck. I’m nearly there.”
“Dirty fucking girl, leaving those black panties hanging on a hook for me.” He’s got the scrap of lace in question shoved in the front pocket of his jeans, after strolling in here holding them in one fist, looking like he was going to eat me alive. “You’ve beenout here with nothing on underneath these leggings all morning, baby?”
“Mmm… yes.” My eyes scrunch closed. Two thick fingers dip inside me, while the heel of his palm works my clit, and I’m only just hanging on. Another climax races toward me, but Colt is clearly in the kind of mood for torture. Intent on wringing as many orgasms as possible out of my body.
Not that I’m complaining.
After we got back from the cabin yesterday, he hardly left my side. It was unexpected, but I can’t say I was anything but a swoony bubble of bliss having my rugged cowboy working alongside me and the horses all day.
So, I might have decided to play a little game this morning, to see how long it would take him to notice the pair of lacy panties hanging on a hook in the middle of the barn. Which is how we’ve ended up well on our way to fucking in the middle of the day.
I’ve got hardly any time left in this fantasy before the mountain road reopens and the cold, harsh light of reality comes flooding back in. Might as well make the most of it while I still can.
“Feel how wet you are. Already dripping.” He grunts against my ear. Two fingers plunging deeper to the point where I’m seeing sparks and flying on a waterfall of stars with how perfectly he works my body. “Your sweet little cunt already full of cum, already dripping from when I fucked you into the mattress this morning.”
Well, holy shit. My mouth drops open, and my pussy tightens around him instantly. Growly, dirty-talking Colt is my weakness, and this man just guaranteed that I’m going to be his perfect slut for the rest of the day.
Let him do whatever he wants. I’ll eagerly allow him free use if it guarantees more ofthis.
His hard cock presses into my lower back through our layers of clothes. I want him inside me. I want him thrusting deep, railing me hard and dirty out here in the middle of the barn, pumping me full of cum again, because yes, he fucked my brains out already this morning.
