Page 65 of Wild For You
Going to dinner with the girls on Friday night had been complete torture. I offered to be the designated driver, so no one called me out for turning down a drink, though Alex kept me company, since she was expecting soon. I kept thinking about what was waiting for me when I got home.
The craziest part was that in the last week, I started considering Ashfield home and not Nashville. I wasn’t sure when the change occurred, and I worried that all the sex I’d been having was knocking my brain cells free. Because what prospects did I have in Ashfield?
I had the people, but I needed a job. Using the degree I worked tirelessly to earn was a priority for me.
And then there was Andrew, my grumpy cowboy with a heart of gold he only let a select few see.
“Mmm,” I moaned as my dream got extra spicy. In my fantasy, Andrew had me pushed up against the stable wall. My leg was draped over his shoulder as his tongue explored my sex. We were in the middle of the rodeo stalls set aside for the horses, and Andrew had found an empty one and shoved me inside.People were milling about the area, and if they looked hard enough, they’d find us hidden in the shadows.
“More,” I whimpered, as my climax was within reach. Hands wrapped around my thighs, and I realized what I was feeling was more than a dream.
My eyes flew open, and I found Andrew hunkered down between my legs, gorging himself on my pussy.
“Oh my—!” I cried out as the first quakes began. My hand instinctively gripped Andrew’s hair while the other clawed at the sheet beneath me.
He growled against my slit, and the vibration caused my body to shatter.
Any bit of sleepiness I had was immediately gone as Andrew scooched forward and slapped his cock against my mound before sliding it across my drenched slit.
“Ready?” he asked, and when I nodded, he thrust forward to the hilt.
I was still a bit sore after our weeklong marathon of sex, but I was as addicted to him as he seemed to be to me. Andrew pounded into me over and over again, and I shoved my hips toward him each time.
I wondered if I’d ever get enough of him.
He waited until I reached another orgasm before falling into his own. His lips pressed kisses against my neck as I held him against me, the pecks leaving little spots of electricity in their wake.
“You should have been more careful with your knee,” I whispered through my panting.
“I’ll be fine. My therapist says I’m getting better every day.”
Andrew twisted us until we were both lying on our sides, facing each other. I could stare at this man every day. The easiest thing I’d ever done was fall for him. And I had fallen hard.
“I think your therapist is full of it,” I joked, trailing my fingers through the smattering of hair on his chest.
“Full of my cock,” he replied, tugging me closer and kissing me quickly before tucking me under his chin. “Get some more sleep. We have a big day tomorrow.”
The town had been prepping for their big Fall Festival over the past week. It was actually one of the few Saturdays when they didn’t hold the farmers market. Most of that space was used for food trucks and games. There were also a few rides that would be placed on the surrounding farmlands.
I knew this was something the town was used to, and it was just another festival, but I was excited. I’d never been to a small-town festival before and planned on indulging in fried foods and sugary sweets.
Andrew and I had also talked about telling his family about the pregnancy while we were gathered at the festival. I was almost out of the first trimester, and the medicine the doctor prescribed nipped my morning sickness in the bud.
“I can hear your gears spinning. You need your rest, sweetheart.”
“Well, someone so lavishly woke me up,” I reminded him.
“What a bastard,” he joked as he kissed the top of my head.
“Yeah, but I love him anyway,” I mumbled, allowing the sandman to pull me into slumber.
I listened to Andrew’s heartbeat, the soft thumping lulling me to sleep.
“It’s mutual, sweetheart,” I thought I heard him mumble, but I could have been wrong.
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The town was transformed into a kid-friendly, spooky masterpiece. Whatever ideas I had in my head about what the Fall Festival in Ashfield would look like didn’t even compare to the reality.
