Page 49 of Claiming Ours
“I’m in control,” Liam said through a tight jaw. “But stay right there, just in case.”
“Oh, I will, because I have an idea that will help our girl get off one more time and forget all about needing your dick stuffed inside her.”
Liam’s growl vibrated around the room. “Fucking hell, man, don’t say shit like that right now.”
“Sorry.” His tone said he was anything but. Though I totally forgot about all that when Memphis lowered me back down to Liam and shifted me so his stiff length was nestled between my lips again. “Let’s see how this thing works.”
Before I could process his words, a familiar vibrating sound came from the small silver bullet in his hand. Liam cursed and gripped my hips, starting the frantic sliding motion all over again, but this time not letting me move too far up to keep us out of dangerous territory.
“I’m fucking close,” he snapped. “Help her.”
My lids fluttered closed when Memphis positioned the toy over my clit and pressed down. My body jerked with the sensation that zipped up my spine from the contact. Head tossed back, I focused on the feel of Liam moving against me while the vibrator catapulted me toward another mind-blowing orgasm.
With a rasped scream, I came for the third time that night, though it was just as devastating as the others. Liam’s hold turned almost punishing as he ground me against him, his own release hitting him hard. Panting, unable to catch my breath, I jerked away from the vibrator, the sensation too much on my sensitive nub.
When Memphis moved it away, I fell forward, burying my face in Liam’s neck. I pressed a soft kiss to his skin as gentle fingers slid up and down my spine.
“You’re perfect, Baylee. In every way, you’re perfect. And mine.”
A throat cleared. “Ours?”
Liam’s grumble made me smile.
Ours.
I liked the sound of that, even if I had no idea of how it would work.
That was a worry for another day.
Brow furrowed,I searched the shallow cabinet for a third time. “Where the hell is that bottle?” I mumbled under my breath.
Glass clinked together as I shifted things around, but still the missing bottle of antibiotic didn’t magically appear. I studied the mostly full one in my hand, knowing I opened it last week but had made a mental note that there was another bottle behind it. Being where we were, supplies were often hard to get, and I kept at least one extra of everything stocked.
But where was that unopened bottle now?
“I finally feel human again.” I turned at Amy’s voice, distracting me from the mysterious missing antibiotic. “I swearI’m never drinking again.” She paused beside me and leaned against the barn wall. “Well, for this week anyway.”
“It’s Saturday,” I laughed.
“Exactly, so tomorrow I’m game for anything. Except duck farts.” She bent over with an exaggerated fake gag. “No shots for a while.”
My stomach rolled at the mention of the delicious but dangerous concoction. “Agreed, no shots.” Reaching inside the cabinet, I grabbed a fresh syringe, unwrapped the plastic, and removed the cap from the needle. Jabbing it through the rubber seal, I pulled the plunger to the measurement needed.
“So, rumor mill is going wild this morning,” she said, curiosity in her tone.
“Oh?” I replied with a smirk, knowing exactly where this was going. “About?”
“Don’t play dumb with me, Baylee,” Amy chastised, giving my shoulder a shove. We both looked up when the noise from the pounding rain on the roof increased. “Man, we’re getting a ton of rain.” She shook her head and pointed at me. “Not only did a certain cowboy who’s been infatuated with you for months stay the night, but so did some mystery bad boy who showed up in Anchor Bay a few days ago.”
I hummed a nonresponse while double-checking the dosage I needed for Carla. The silly cow tried to escape—again—and cut her thigh bad enough that I worried about infection. Putting the vial back into the cabinet, I shut the metal door and put the cap back on the needle, shoving it into my lab coat to administer later.
“What are you wanting to know?” I asked, moving to sit on a bale of straw meant for the goat pens. We’d need a ton to cover their pens and others, since none of the animals could go outside because of the out-of-season heavy storm.
“I want to know if you’re still a virgin,” she stated with a straight face.
My lips popped open, and I gaped at my friend in utter shock at her bluntness.
My obvious shock made her serious expression break into a wide grin as she shoved my shoulder. “Just kidding. Kind of.”
