Page 52 of Saddles and Snowstorms
“Please,” he urged, his hands sliding down to grip my hips. “Please fuck me.”
I started with slow, shallow thrusts, watching as Brooks’s expression shifted from slight discomfort to curiosity to unmistakable pleasure. When I angled my hips to brush against his prostate, his whole body jerked, a string of curses falling from his lips.
“There,” he gasped, his fingers digging into my flesh. “Right there. Fuck…”
I maintained the angle, gradually increasing my pace as Brooks grew more comfortable. His cock lay hard and leaking against his stomach, pre-cum pooling on his abs. I wrapped my hand aroundhim, stroking in time with my thrusts, and he nearly came off the bed.
“Fuck, Rowan,” he groaned, his head thrown back against the pillow. I couldn’t resist leaning down to taste the salt on his skin, sucking marks into his neck that he’d surely complain about later.
The room filled with the sounds of our pleasure—skin against skin, breathless moans, and whispered encouragements as I drove us both toward the edge. Brooks’s body was taut beneath me, his muscles clenching rhythmically around my cock as I hit that sweet spot inside him over and over.
“I’m close,” he warned, voice strained and desperate. “Fuck, I’m so close...”
“Me too,” I panted, increasing the pace of my hand on his cock. “Don’t hold back. I want to see you cum.”
His eyes locked with mine, wide and vulnerable and full of something I was afraid to name. He arched his back, moving his body in time with mine as I drove him to the edge of ecstasy.
When he came, it was with a shout of my name, his body tensing beneath me as he spilled hot and thick over my fist and his stomach. The sight of him losing control, combined with the exquisite tightening around my cock, sent me hurtling over the edge after him. I buried myself deep as my orgasm tore through me, my vision blurring at the edges.
For a long moment, we stayed frozen, connected in the most intimate way possible, our ragged breathing the only sound in the room. It was a at least a minute or two before I found words again, my head still swimming from the orgasm.
“I… I’m sorry, Brooks,” I said, still panting. “I didn’t ask if I could cum inside you.”
“Don’t apologize,” he replied, his fingers tightening as he pulled me closer. “That’sexactlywhat I wanted. What I…needed.”
My cock twitched inside him involuntarily. Fucking him was incredible. But breeding him like that… giving him what he craved most… that was hotter than anything I’d ever done in my life.
“Was it okay for your first time?” I asked, looking up at him with a grin on my face.
He opened one eye, furrowing his brows. “I don’t know,” he said atlast. “I don’t have anything to compare it to.” Then he leaned back on the pillow, his fingers digging into my skin once more. “I guess we better do it again to see if it compares.”
I couldn’t help chuckling as I leaned forward to kiss him once more, driving my hips against his once more, my cock still lodged deep inside him.
“Don’t tease me.”
He kissed me back. “Who said I was teasing?”
Chapter 19
Rowan
Brooks and I spent the majority of the previous day in his bed. Besides leaving to take care of the animals, we hardly left one another’s arms. It was wonderful and a bit anxiety inducing. We both knew the morning was coming, and with it our normal everyday lives that we had no choice but to go back to. I just hoped I wouldn’t have to go back to it all without Brooks.
But I promised myself I wouldn’t blame him if he couldn’t do it. Coming out was hard enough, but coming out at nearly forty had to be even more difficult. Not to mention, everyone in town knew me. I was their vet. If Brooks was at my side, that inexplicably threw him into the fray. He liked his solitude, and I could guarantee, if he were to date me, that wouldn’t be possible anymore.
I was asking him to give up his hard-won peace to let me into his life. To be honest, I wasn’t sure it was exactly a fair favor to ask. Still, I wanted him more than I was willing to admit.
Warmth on the back of my neck was what woke me. At first, I thought Brooks had wrapped a hand around me, pulling me tight against him. But when I rolled over and opened my eyes, I was met with bright, nearly blinding sunlight streaming through the window. I stretched luxuriously, unable to help myself as I pushed the covers down to my waist and let the sunlight pool over my skin. After nearlythree days of blizzard and snow, it felt good to see the sun again. Outside it almost sounded like it was raining, the snow on the roof melting so quickly and dripping to the ground below. Now and then a loud thump signaled the cascade of snow sliding off the roof.
The bedroom door creaked open, and I turned my head to see Brooks standing there with two steaming mugs. His hair was mussed, jaw darker with stubble than usual, and he wore nothing but a pair of boxers hanging low on his hips. His bulge was all too clear, drawing my eye downward. I didn’t try to fight it.
“Thought you might want some coffee,” he said, his voice still rough with sleep. “Figured the sun woke you too.”
I sat up, sheet pooling around my waist as I reached for the offered mug. “Thanks. It’s nice to see daylight again.”
Brooks nodded, hesitating at the edge of the bed like he wasn’t sure if he was still welcome in it even though it washisbed. After everything we’d shared, the uncertainty in his posture broke my heart a little.
“You planning on standing there all morning?” I asked, trying to keep my tone light.
