Page 28 of Tusks & Saddles
“I was going to say in your arms, but…if the horseshoe fits…” Boone trailed off with the most inside tingling, toe curling, charming chuckle. The same kind that made her dream of him. Except for, now, she didn’t have to go to bed without him. She sighed dreamily as his lips found hers in that shower. His hands brushed up her sides, leaving tingles in their wake.
“You know we’re sharing the room with Roger,” she murmured as he sealed her fate with another kiss. Will hummed, shivering with delight as Boone’s thumbs brushed along her breasts. He plucked her nipples lightly over and over till they were hard pebbles for him to torment.
“Precisely why I encouraged him to go get a drink on me downstairs.” Boone chuckled, their kiss growing sloppy with desire.Oh, that’s going to be funny in a few hours.Boone’s heavy cock bobbed beneath her. His tip pressed against her as she purposelyslid herself a little lower on his waist. Her Paladin chuckled, sparing a hand from underneath her to his cock. “Wicked thing, I’ve not even gotten you to come yet. That stretch is gonna be killer.”
“I’m counting on it, cowboy.” Will sucked in a breath as he pressed his tip past her curls. He let her choose her fate and she wanted nothing more to feel the ache of him for days to come. She wanted to feel him still buried in her even when she was walking. Their lips tangled together to muffle her whimpers. She happily worked her tired thighs to rock him deeper and deeper till he was forced to grab her by the hips. Will cried out into his mouth as he pulled her away from the wall, all her weight sending her down onto him. Boone didn’t lie; the stretch was killer. It made sparks go off behind her eyes. Her toes curled involuntarily and all the hair on her scalp stood on edge. She burned alive and it wasn’t the hot water coating the bathroom in heavy steam. It was the feeling of him stretching her around him, eagerly pumping in and out of her to accommodate for the ache in her hips.
Fingernails raking down the back of his neck to any inch of his back she could reach, she shivered. Boone’s thrusts were sharp, deep, but slow. It put her on edge and made the world spin. Just like a Paladin to know exactly where to stab someone. She was weak. She was boneless. She was in oblivion. Eyes rolled back in her head, his name falling off her lips in a chant, her hands slapped out around her for support. Her palms slid down the drenched walls, leaving trails from her fingers.
“Baby, I’m—” But he didn’t have the chance to say it out loud. Will felt Boone come undone within her and paint her insides with his delight. They crashed back into the wall, both their hips rutting in tandem with every rope of cum that came from him. Her core buzzed, happy and full. Only once he was back in control of his ragged breathing, did her Paladin chuckle, “You are going to regret that riding back home.”
“Mmm, especially after I get you back into that bed and show you how good I am at riding you. My poor cunt’s gonna go through the ringer tonight.”
“Baby,” he laughed, shaking his head. Their foreheads brushed, both of them dripping with more than release. “Roger will be back anytime.”
“No, he ain’t,” Will snickered, shoulders trembling.
“And why not?” Boone narrowed his eyes on her.
“Because I handed him some coin after we dropped off our stuff to get a drink and dinner on me.”
Boone’s face fell as Will cackled harder.We both paid Roger to give us time alone.She couldn’t have made that up even if she wanted to, and knowing that minotaur, they weren’t seeing him till midnight.
“Well then, I won’t feel guilty throwing you onto that bed then.” Boone grinned from ear to ear, flipping off the faucet. He didn’t even bother with a towel. Her Paladin carted her out the bathroom door into their room. A large suite with two queen sized beds, trunks to go with both, and a small nook for eating. Boone tossed her like a river rock across the bed. Will squealed the whole way to the pillows. They were going to have to dry them later, as they were both still drenched. Between the steam and being under the rushing faucet, the pair left puddles everywhere.
Then Boone crawled up the bed, settling between her thighs again. Only, his cock was soft, dangling between his legs. It was his hand that cupped her needy cunt, tracing her slit with a rough finger. His lips crashed onto hers again and she sighed dreamily into his mouth.
“Now, you come for me double.”
“Need time to recover, Cowboy?”
“Well, when my woman drains my cock then demands more—” He howled with wicked delight, laughing from deep in his belly as she slapped him on the bicep. Boone didn’t tease her more as he kissed her hungrily. Those strong fingers were already dipping into her, curling up to abuse that sweet spot. Stars formed behind her eyes again and she was already close. He moaned against her lips. Pumping those dastardly fingers in, he drove her up a pleasurable hill till she was tossed off the cliff. Everything spun as waves of bliss crashed over her.
Boone kept his word. Not only did he milk her orgasm as long as he could till she was begging him for mercy, but he moved those damp fingers to her clit. He toyed with her, playing her body like a well-loved toy.Dragons above, he’s good with his hands.Boone took longer on the second, making sure she climbed up that pleasured hill slowly. When the second orgasm hit her, it was intense. Dragged her down beneath the waves and nearly drowned her. She was sobbing his name in between sloppy kisses.
Only after she was truly wrung dry did he relent. He flopped down onto the mattress beside her. They both were quiet, panting for air. Willamina took a few minutes to regain her muscles again. When she opened her eyes, she found him spread out with his hard cock standing at attention, she decided she truly was putting her cunt through the ringer.I’ve earned this.They finished the push. Despite everything, they’d done it. She’d definitely earned a night of hard fucking to relax all those muscles she kept too tight during the ride here. And when she threw her leg over him, lining his cock up with her cunt, he peeled an eye open.
“Baby, you are something else,” he chuckled, grabbing her by the hips to help ease her down over him. Boone was the best stretch, the best feeling, the best thing she let herself have…and she wanted all of him.
What wonders a good night’s rest will do. Willamina woke with a new pep in her step. She was dressed, brushed, and down in the stables within an hour. Roger and Boone were grabbing breakfast for them to take on the move, but Will was more interested in finding Kaffa. She needed to try, actually try. Now that the cows were sold off and they were free to hunt down that motherfucker Simon, she had a good feeling about it.
Will was up in her saddle, breakfast sandwich in one hand, coffee mug in the crook of her arm, staring at the compass as Boone joined her.
“How’s that saddle treatin’ you?” Boone breathed in her ear. As he situated himself on the saddle, behind her she felt him pressed against her all warm and firm. Will took a moment to simply enjoy the feeling. His lips trailed light, butterfly kisses down her jaw to her throat. The smile on her face was dreamy and disgustingly happy as she glanced over her shoulder at him.
“Like pure agony,” she chuckled, leaning back to soak up all of him she was allowed. While it was true her cunt was not very happy with her, it was worth it. Will could still feel him buried in her and it was keeping the crushing despair at bar.
“Wicked thing, you sure like to punish yourself,” he murmured under his breath as he took up the reins. Roger threw himself onto the back of Killer, and they turned out of the tall stables, out into the city. Will finished up her breakfast and tucked the trash in her pocket to be thrown away later.
“The compass is pointing northwest of us,” Will cleared her throat before throwing back a heavy swigof coffee.
“I suspect he’ll stay that way. Will we need to consider the possibility—”
She shook her head vigorously. “I gotta try. Let’s at least look. I got a good feeling this idiot’s still going to try.”
While the feeling of Boone wanting to disagree pressed against her back, he didn’t. She was grateful, because if he tried to convince her with logic, there was a huge chance she’d back down. But Will needed to believe she could fix it.
As the three trotted down the cobblestone streets toward the livestock doorway, Will kept the compass up in front of her. For a good thirty minutes, she argued with herself.This is silly. He won’t show up. No, he’s gonna show. He’s gotta show on the chance—Back and forth she went, all while holding the compass high. Just as she thought she might give in...the compass pulsed. Boone sucked in a breath. Will frantically looked left and right. Boone pulled her in tight against his stomach as he clicked his tongue against his teeth. Betty launched forward, hooves pounding against the stone. The last few gulps of her coffee hit the street as she lost her hold on anything but the compass.
