Page 47 of Wild and Unruly
I’ve had sex plenty of times with a few different partners, and not once did they seem as into it as Stetson seems. This gives me a whole new outlook on it. It shows me that there can be amazing sex. It just has to be with someone who gives a shit.
“I have to agree that it does feel amazing,” Stetson pants, his eyes closed as he moves my hips.
“Shit,” I say, realizing again that I said it out loud.
Stetson moves up, resting on an elbow and tilting my body up so he can kiss my chest. I hum at the feeling of his mouth on me, my skin on fire, my core humming deep in my bones as I chase the thrill of that high.
I was close, and Stetson’s moans told me he was too.
In seconds, my body stops as I take in the explosive feeling, and Stetson groans, flipping us again and driving into me until he’s found his release.
With a loud groan, he stills inside of me, resting on his forearms so he doesn’t crush me, and looks dazedly into my eyes.
Feelings I haven’t felt in a long time surface again, maybe feelings I’ve never felt. Nothing in my life has ever felt so intense, so…raw.
He bends, giving me his lips again, and I smile against his mouth, my fingers diving into his hair and holding his mouth to mine.
Words, thoughts, feelings that scare me ricochet around my brain, making me tense with the fear I’ll say them out loud. I don’t think it’s time for that.
“Fuck, that was…amazing.” Stetson catches his breath, rolling to the side before pulling my body to face his. We’ve completely kicked the blankets off the bed, the heat from our bodies being more than sufficient to keep us warm. “I’ve never felt so good before in my life.”
I blink at the blunt honesty and smile. “Really?”
“Fuck yeah.” His large hand cups my hip, holding onto me tight. “I knew it was going to be amazing, but fuck, you exceeded my every expectation.”
I clear my throat, jokingly inspecting my nails. “You weren’t so bad yourself.”
He tickles his fingers over my stomach, making me laugh. The grin stretched across his face has me pausing, mostly because the look in his eye makes me realize that maybe I am not the only one who is feeling all the things right now. Stetson is right there with me.
“This may have possibly been one of the best days of my life,” Stetson says, the comment so offhand that when he gets down off the bed to clean up, I’m left there with happy tears pooling in my eyes because…same.
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“You didn’t haveto make me dinner just because I agreed to rope with you,” Bonnie says, perched on the small stools that came with my apartment. I can hardly fit in them, so they rarely get used.
A light feeling passes through my chest seeing her sitting there and smiling at me, and I turn around to grab the food I purchased out of the fridge. It was the Monday after the rodeo, and after work, I rushed to the store to fill the fridge to make it look like I don’t live off of macaroni and cheese and apples. I also had to call my sister-in-law for a recipe since I wasn’t much of a cook, and my mom would have had way too many questions for me.
Thankfully, Thea recommended I grab the premade chicken fajitas the store offered to “keep me from burning my apartment down.”
I just love the faith she has in me.
“I’m not,” I reply, heating up the skillet on the stove andsmiling at her. I love the sight of her sitting in my space, feeling comfortable. “I wanted to have some dinner with you,”and dessert, I add silently. No need to show all my cards right up front. “Thought it would be nice to do it comfortably instead of out in public for the world to see.”
Bonnie reaches for the water I just handed her a few moments ago and smirks over the rim. “Have some not-so-publicly decent ideas in mind, do ya?”
I break into a grin, dumping the mixture into the sizzling pan and letting it heat up while I grab the tortillas and other toppings. “See,”—I point from myself to her with the spatula—“it’s like you can read my mind.”
She smiles softly, her cheeks turning a shade of pink that nearly matches her lips, and she shakes her head at me. “I actually had a lot of fun this weekend.”
“This weekend was fucking awesome.” I turn to grab more things out of the fridge, wishing I was more skilled in the kitchen so I could show off.
Whenever I was around this woman, I felt myself wishing I could be more, do more, show off more. I want her to think that I am something special. I guess that was because whenever I saw her and talked with her, when I saw her ride or even working, I thought she was an incredible person.
She sips her water and leans into a hand. “I’ll be honest, I was a little nervous at first.” Bonnie bites her lip and says, “It’s been a long time since I’ve ridden so much, but even longer since I did any kind of roping.”
“You wouldn’t have believed it watching you.” After the rodeo and our time in the trailer after, it had been hard to let go of her, so I invited her to stay the night.
