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Boone peeled his eyes open, finally able to look at her. To push up on his elbows and watch her rock him deep into her warmth, knocking his cock directly into that sweet spot.I can’t fucking express enough how much I like that she can ride.Will pressed her hands to his chest for support as she picked a hard pace. Her hips bounced sharp and fast, making him see stars. But through the sparks of delight and the pleasured haze around them, he saw her so clearly. The pleased smile on her face, the ruby blush, and he memorized how pretty she looked in the setting sunlight.
“Baby,” he purred, grinning as she shivered. Boone shifted, planting his boots flat against the earth and bucking up into her. She was tossed forward into his chest where he could claim her lips and hold her tight. Taking over to give her poor hips a break, he drove himself up and into her. He swallowed her moans and whimpers as their lips tangled over and over. One hand cradling the back of her head, the other cupping her backside, Boone had his spitfire exactly where he wanted her.
Willamina came for him with a hard shudder and a choked gasp. He hugged her tight, fucking her harder as her walls fluttered around him. A cool wash of delight rolled over him as his balls snapped up against his body and he spilled into her. Over and over, his hips bucking with each rope of cum, growling ‘mine’ against her mouth like he had any right to claim her.She is…she is mine. All mine.All the while, she smiled against his mouth…whispering it right back at him.
Chapter Thirteen
Willamina
“So…uh…you and Boone?” Roger spoke up as they both stopped to fill up their canteens. They were at the last river on the trip and they sat happily on the other side. It took two days of haste powder, but the cattle would be fine. Especially since they wouldn’t dust them in the morning, it would just be a normal day, allowing them to relax.Dusting them again would be dangerous.It was good for two days, but anything more than that could damage their muscles.The whole point for herding them to the stronghold.They’d taken a full week off their journey and would be early. The stronghold neverhatedgetting their meat early.
Unfortunately, in their advance, they’d lost sight of Kaffa. The compass still pointed to the stronghold, but she couldn’t be certain till they got in the city if she was sold off to someone or worse.As long as she’s wearing Boone’s saddle, we’re fine. She’s probably still in it; thieves are naturally lazy creatures. Picking off the easy stuff and not fussing with much to avoid suspicion.The thought was the only thing that kept her sane. That, and Boone himself. It wasn’t like they were hiding it, but she was trying not to bombard Roger with their activities. Any chance she got to spare the ranch hand from finding his boss with Boone’s hand in her pants or her lip locked with the Paladin, the better. Roger didn’t sign up for a show.
“Yeah,” she flushed, trying not to let her throat close.
“Good,” he hummed with a single nod.
“Yeah?” She arched a brow, glancing at him.
“Boone’s a good guy. Solid. Strong. Generous…and, well, the man’s been in love with you for a while.” Roger shrugged nonchalantly as he tucked away his water.
“Pfft, please,” Will snorted.
“You think I didn’t see him watching you with puppy eyes? Even with you chewing him out, never seen a man so into it.” Roger flashed her a big smile full of teeth, eyebrows wiggling suggestively, before he tossed the last beer of their stash back. The smell of Boone cooking up the last of the boar with potatoes, butter, and herbs filled the air. Will glanced over her shoulder to see her Paladin hunched over the cauldron pot. He stirred with one hand, crushing something with the other. His sleeves rolled up above his elbow, showing off his massive, green forearms with a smattering of rusty hair much like the mop on his head. They were all sweaty and gross, but it was too late for a bath. They’d just get one in the morning before they headed out.
But, goddess above, she liked him sweaty. Liked him clean. Liked him smiling, liked him serious… Loved him.
“Roger?” Will broke the silence, glancing to her ranch hand. The minotaur arched a fuzzy brow up on his face as he took another sip of his beer. “Thanks.”
“Anytime, boss,” he chuckled, tipping his beer to her before he headed back to the camp.
Alright, you love him, but can you give in and let him love you back? Or does this relationship die at the end of the push?
Because if he stayed with her… If he came home with her, he’d have to stay.Jacobus, please fucking gods above, let him forgive me.Shewasn’t sure how it would happen but thinking that far ahead was presumptuous at best.Better not worry about that till I can find this damn horse and get home with money in my pocket.
Willamina spent a few minutes, checking on the cattle. With every sleepy moo that she passed, she felt better. Finally sitting down at the campfire, she took the bowl from Boone and tried to put her wasp nest of a brain to sleep.
“You done twisting yourself up in knots or do I gotta untie you?” Boone snickered softly, sitting next to her.
Will rolled her eyes, glancing at him. “I’m fine.”
“Will,” he sighed, and she folded. Will leaned into him, head against his shoulder. He said nothing else as she stirred up the shredded meat and mash, filling her belly with warmth and something other than worry.
“I need to get that stupid horse back,” she huffed after a long silence. Boone passed her the abandoned beer that she left near him when they first unpacked.
“Don’t let Kaffa hear you say that,” he teased.
“She’ll forgive me. She’s a good horse.” Will shrugged, pushing off his shoulder to finish shoveling food in her mouth. The sun was already down, and her back was drenched in inky night. The only light was the flames dancing in front of her and even those were on their way out.It’s fine, it’s going to be fine, we’ll find that stupid thief riding Kaffa around the stronghold and Boone will get me out of prison after I murder that motherfucker.
“Gracie wouldn’t even be mad at you,” Boone finally added as he took her empty bowl. Will scowled, knowing damn well her best friend wouldn’t even be a little miffed.Things happen, Will, plus, we’ll just claw that motherfuckers eyes out later, it’s fine.She didn’t realize till she played the voice in her head, how much she missedGracie. How much she’d spent this whole time trying to be strong and unwavering, because she didn’t have her bubbly, spunky werewolf at her side.
Gracie would be eating up this Boone and I situation.
It was hard not to feel abandoned. Gracie was her right hand. And Will had no right to feel dejected about it, but there was an evil little worm in the back of her mind. It spouted nonsense abouthow could she choose to have a family with him when she has me?But that was Will’s wounded ego talking. A woman who lost her father to drinking, her mother to her father’s ghost, and her brother to the man she was now thinking about jumping for warmth.
And I lost the fucking horse.She put her beer aside and hung her head into her lap.
“Alright, none of that, come on.” Boone huffed somewhere in the dark of the night just before he scooped her up in his arms. Their bedroll was a few steps away and she was dumped unceremoniously onto it.
