Page 57 of Wild and Unruly
“You better.” My words end on a whoosh of air, the feeling of him inside of me intense as he moves. It feels so good yet so…much.
“Fuck, you feel so good.” He moves, reaching an arm under my back to prop my hips up. I’m not even sure how he’s doing it, but he’s doing it well. I move my hips against his, and he hisses out a breath. “We need to be together more often.”
“Agree.” I nod, gasping again at the angle. “Hard agree.”
He leans down, his lips descending on mine, and I moan into his mouth, amazed at the fact his hat is somehow still on his head. It’s very cowboy of him and makes him ten times more attractive to me in that moment.
“Good to know,” he says, making my eyes slam shut and a heavy sigh release from my lungs.
“Shit.”
“I love when you say things you don’t mean to say.”
I shake my head with a smile on my lips. “I’m glad you love it.”
He moves us again and leans back, reaching under my hips and lifting them higher until the pressure is just right. I gasp at the feeling and brace a hand against the driver’s seat, worried that in our ecstasy, I’m going to fall right off this bench.
His grip on me tightens, “I’ve got you, Bo.”
I let myself relax, and he moves faster, pulling my entire body into his at a rate that would quite possibly throw my back out if I were him.
Not the thought to be thinking right now, Bonnie.
“Fuck,” he pants, keeping up his movements. His right hand slides forward, his thumb putting just enough pressure on me to make me finally combust.
I moan, gasping and panting and gripping him tightly withmy legs. A few seconds more and Stetson ceases his movements, leaning forward to kiss me again with a passion that rivals all other kisses.
I’m delirious.
I kiss him back. My arms, that are now made of jelly just like my legs, still cling to him, holding him to me even as I sweat from our combined heat. We kiss and kiss until he pulls back, looking down at me with sweet eyes and a kind smile.
“Well, we know the back seat works,” I say, lifting a teasing brow at him.
He laughs and presses another kiss to my lips. “You’re fucking perfect.”
I lay there for a moment, taking him in, taking us in, and smile, realizing that, really, we are kind of perfect together.
21
stetson
Sunday family dinnerwas always a decent-sized affair, and over the last few years, the numbers had grown significantly every time someone settled down. When Logan started dating and then married Thea, she brought with her all of her sisters.
When Graham married his wife, Quinn, she brought with her Alex, her daughter, and now they have a baby boy too.
Now, Jax and Mitch were both home and attended a few family dinners, growing our numbers and making our mom beam every time she saw all of us boys together. Jax was the life of the party, telling rodeo stories and catching up with the ranch hands who worked for CT. A few of them we went to high school with, bringing a wealth of memories for all of us to choose from.
I stare at Bonnie, who’s chatting with Annmarie and her sister, Juniper. Annmarie didn’t come to family dinners much,but there was an open invitation for her every week. Usually, she worked at the bar, but Thea took this weekend to give her sisters some time off, which explained Logan’s absence. There was no chance he was going to be here when his wife was working.
Bonnie is laughing at something Annmarie said, and I smile, enjoying that these two have been able to find some form of friendship between them.
Annmarie cornered me earlier in the day, when the sun was high in the sky, and nodded toward where Bonnie was playing corn hole—with boards she’d brought herself to keep here—with Alex and attempting to let the toddler, JC, play too. She was laughing, with the sun shining down through her hair, making my fist clench with the need to take her back home and show her how insatiable I was when it came to her.
“She’s something special,” Annmarie commented, taking a long pull of her beer.
I took a sip of mine and nodded, then joked. “Hands off, she’s mine.”
Annmarie laughed and shook her head. “Awe, feeling insecure? I bet I could have some fun with her.”
