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His length hits a spot inside of me that has my eyes rolling back, my pussy pulsing as I’m met with blinding pleasure.
He keeps going until I don’t think I can take it anymore, his free hand running down my back before reaching down and circling my clit beneath his fingers, my orgasm cresting as he continues to move in and out of me.
A guttural groan leaves his lips as I clench around him, draining him as he stills inside of me, both of us falling over the edge in unison.
The air in the room is thick with our heavy panting, his ragged breathing hot on my ear as I collapse on the counter, my legs trembling beneath me.
His lips press to my shoulder, kissing me gently as he slowly pulls out of me, a whimper escaping my lips at the loss of him. I can feel the mess of our cum running down my inner thighs, the liquid warm against my already heated skin.
“Don’t move,” he whispers in my ear, kissing my pulse point before the heat of his body against mine disappears, my chest moving up and down in a steady rhythm as my eyes fight to remain open.
I hear the sink running, and I shudder as a warm rag is wiped between my legs, Weston cleaning me up tenderly before moving to turn on the shower.
I manage to push myself up, feeling like I’m floating on a cloud as I turn to meet his gaze, the wild look in his eyes from earlier now replaced with a softer expression.
“Was that too much?” he asks, reaching to gently cup my face as his thumb swipes a tear that I hadn’t realized had fallen.
“No,” I breathe. “It was… perfect.”
He studies me with a curious expression, his touch a gentle caress over my cheek.
“Let’s get you cleaned up,” he tells me, guiding me to the shower and keeping a steadying grip on my arm as I step into the tub, removing what was left of my bathing suit. I hear his buckle hit the ground, turning to find him lifting his shirt over his head as he fully undresses before stepping into the shower behind me, pulling the curtain closed.
“Weston, I don’t think I can go again,” I tell him, my sore pussy wincing at the idea.
The corner of his lips lift into a grin, a gleam flickering in his eyes.
“It flatters me that you think I would be capable. Now, turn around and tilt your head back for me.”
I do as instructed, a warm tingling taking root in my belly as he guides me under the shower spray, running his hands through my hair as he gets it wet before applying shampoo and massaging it into my roots. I close my eyes, soaking in the euphoric feeling as I let him wash my hair for me, feeling cherished for the first time since I can remember.
“I probably should have asked this earlier, but are you on birth control?” he asks.
“Yes,” I tell him. “Are you clean?”
“Yes. I get tested after every… encounter.”
The thought of Weston sleeping with other women forms a knot in my stomach. How many other people had he been with? How many other women had he bent over a counter and fucked raw? I couldn’t help but wonder if he had washed their hair like this, too. I had no right to be jealous, let alone should I even care. The thought only reminded me why I shouldn’t get attached.
I feel myself retreating back into my shell, forcing myself to remember why this wasn’t a good idea. This was Weston Langford—the charming and irresistible bronc rider that he was rumored to be, and I was only falling under his spell. As mind-blowing as the sex was, I couldn’t let it derail me. The man was trouble, and I couldn’t let myself forget that.
Chapter 21
WESTON
I wake up to a warm body pressed into mine, my eyes cracking open to find Hailey snuggled up into me. Her face is tucked into the crook of my neck, her leg thrown over me. Turns out the girl is quite the cuddler, after all.
I’m careful not to wake her as I reach over to my nightstand, my phone reading just past six in the morning—just two hours before we need to get packed up to leave for South Dakota.
I’ve never been able to fall back asleep once I wake up in the mornings, the ranch life alarm clock inside of me refusing to let me sleep in. And yet, this was the first time that I actually wanted to stay in bed as long as possible. I didn’t cuddle—never really had, never thought I would like it, but something about thisgirl made me want to wrap her in my arms and never leave this damn bed.
I never really bring girls back to the ranch, let alone have them spend the night. Was I supposed to make her breakfast or something? Coffee—I’d heard the girls mention that Hailey was never fully functional until she had coffee, so maybe that could be a start.
I manage to roll out from under her, making sure she’s still out as I silently make my way to the dresser, pulling on a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt as the dogs jump off of the bed. I bring them with me as I hop into my truck, the sun slowly beginning its ascent as I make the quick drive down to the main lodge and sneak through the back door.
The place is empty, Fridays being Rhonda and Debbie’s day off from cooking breakfast. We let the ranch hands rotate morning feeding on weekends so that everybody can get a chance to sleep in, the girls included.
Which is why I don’t expect Debbie to be standing in the massive pantry, the sight of her vibrant auburn hair startling me as I swing the door open to find her scouring through the industrial-sized shelves.
