Page 94 of Ace of Spades
I tried to force everything to the back of my mind—still cautious, but not letting it take over my life. I still had rodeos to focus on most weekends, and I was genuinely enjoying my time with Weston—maybe even a little bit more than I cared to admit. It felt… comfortable. More than that, it feltgood.
“Here you go, princess,” the man in question cut through my train of thought, placing a plate on the rustic coffee table. “One breakfast sandwich, extra hot sauce on the side. Here—”
He reaches over to take Poncho from my arms, the little creature still latched onto the bottle as Weston smoothly takes over.
“I’ll finish feeding him so you can eat.”
“What about you?”
“I can wait,” he tells me, lowering himself onto the couch.
“You sure?”
“Positive.”
“Well, thank you,” I tell him, reaching for the plate and taking a less-than-dainty bite from the sandwich, the egg yolk perfectly runny as my eyes roll back from the savory explosion.
“How are the socials looking?”
“Really good, actually,” I tell him, lifting my hand to cover my mouth as I continue to eat. “We’re officially on the map. It seems like the video of Poncho sitting in the saddle from the other day really blew up.”
“Guess the little shit isn’t completely worthless after all.”
“Hey, be nice to him! He’s just a baby.”
Weston rolls his eyes.
“I’m gonna pretend I didn’t see that,” I tell him. “But only because this sandwich is too good to put down.”
I finish eating, and I take over feeding Poncho to let Weston dig into his own food. Once the little guy is done, I lower to set him down on the ground, letting the dogs sniff him as Poncho adjusts before running off with Maverick and Gypsy. I make my way to the kitchen, swiping Weston’s plate on the way as I set them in the sink.
“Here, let me,” he says, joining me around the wooden kitchen island and reaching over my shoulder to take over.
“Move aside, Langford—you made breakfast, I can do the dishes,” I tell him, bumping him back over with my hip. I catch a whiff of leather and mint, his familiar scent that I’d come to love.
“Oh, no you don’t,” he growls, a shriek escaping my lips as he spins me around and picks me up, my bare behind landing on the edge of the counter.
“Wes!”
“Or—and just hear me out,” he mutters in my ear, kissing my pulse point before making his way down to kiss my now-exposed collarbone, the large t-shirt having slipped off my shoulder.
“What are you doing?” I laugh, my head tilting back as his warm lips explore over my skin, his hand running over my thigh as his other arm grips me around the waist.
“Maybe I’m still hungry,” he breathes, the timbre of his voice low and gravely as he flashes me his green eyes. His gaze is alight with lust as he sinks to his knees, his mouth moving to explore my inner thighs as my legs automatically part for him.
“Weston…” I breathe, his hands exploring before wrapping around my thighs, pulling my legs open further as he leans in to kiss the now-damp spot over my underwear.
I let my head fall back as goosebumps erupt over my skin, a need awakening inside of me as he gives me soft kisses, teasing the edge of my panties with his tongue.
Oh gosh, the things this man does to me…
Heat crawls up my neck, my core alive with need as he teases me to the edge of insanity, my hips rolling into him as he explores every inch of me, as if cherishing my body.
I nearly die when he finally reaches to push my panties to the side, his fingers running through the slickness there before plunging inside me, earning a moan from my lips that resonates through the kitchen.
He lets out a throaty groan, the arm around my thigh tightening its grip as he devours me. He sucks on my clit as his fingers curl inside of me, reaching that magical spot that has me panting as my pleasure crests.
“Oh, Wes…” I moan, all inhibitions lowered as he drives me to the brink.
