Page 37 of Wannabe in Wyoming
“Nathan ... please move. I need you.”
“Holy shit, baby. You feel better than I ever imagined.” He withdrew and surged forward again, then began alternating between slow, long drags that made her beg and short shallow thrusts that made her gasp and dig her nails into his shoulders. His pace increased and became almost frantic. “I know I said I’d take my time with you, but I can’t. You’re just . . . too . . .shit. . . so . . .wet . . . and warm . . . fuck!”
Tilting her hips, she met him thrust for thrust and after that, there were no more words. Their bodies did their talking for them. Together, they climbed higher and higher. Willow lost all perception of time. Her senses were full of Nathan.
The heady, masculine smell of his skin.
The zesty taste of him on her tongue.
The sounds of pure pleasure erupting from him.
The hedonistic expression she saw on his face.
The feel of him driving deep inside her, hitting the spot that had her begging him to send her over the edge.
She was drowning in him and loved every second of it. She’d had sex before, but she now understood that was all it had been during those encounters . . . just sex. But with Nathan, she was making love. They were two completely different things when you were with the right person and emotions were involved. The only sounds in the room were their gasps and moans of pleasure and the slap of flesh against flesh.
Willow’s climax hit her out of nowhere, bowing her back with the force of it. Digging her fingers into his shoulders, she cried out, jerking with the shredding force of her release. Nathan plunged into her once, twice more and held himself deep inside her as he followed her into a sea of sheer bliss. His head fell against her shoulder as the warmth of his release bathed her insides. That was a first for her, and she treasured the feelings, knowing he was closer to her than anyone else had ever been.
The waves of her orgasm crashed over her and seemed to go on forever before releasing her from the turbulent riptide. Panting and sweating, Willow lay beneath Nathan and tried to catch her breath. “I’m . . . pretty sure . . . you killed some of my brain cells.”
“Well, the feeling . . . is mutual.” They stayed joined together until their lungs replenished their loss of oxygen. Gently pulling out of her, making them both wince at the oversensitivity, Nathan flopped onto his back beside her and gathered her close. “I’ll get a cloth to clean us up in a second, as soon as I’m sure my legs will hold me.”
“No rush. I get it. Isoooget it.” In fact, her legs gave a violent twitch, and she giggled in pure delight. “See? Aftershocks, because you rocked my world.”
Lifting her chin, she met his eyes, and they both dissolved into laughter until their sides hurt.
“Baby, can I just say . . .” Nathan laced his fingers through hers and brought her hand to his mouth, kissing her knuckles. “You amaze me, and not just because making love to you blows my damn mind.”
“Blows other things too.” She grinned, pinching his side with her free hand.
“Ouch!” Swatting her away playfully. “Minx! Anyway,” he continued. “I can’t remember ever laughing after sex before. You’re . . .” Rolling to his side so he was facing her, he tucked a piece of her hair behind her ear. It was a move he’d done often over the past few days, and it never failed to make her insides melt a little. “You’re everything. I don’t want to ever let you go.”
“So don’t.” Leaning forward, she kissed him, sweeping her tongue deep into his mouth. She was desperate for him again already. Rolling him over, she straddled his hips and showed him exactly how well she’d learned to ride.
Chapter Twenty-Five
Thursday morning,they worked side-by-side, repairing fence around the pasture. It was hard, monotonous work—pulling the old wire off, replacing the broken and rotted posts, then stringing new wire, all while trying not to cut themselves to ribbons. Heavy work gloves protected their hands but did nothing for their exposed forearms. Willow only had a few more weeks left of warmer weather to get things done outside, and Nathan had wanted to help her as much he could. She was grateful but still felt bad he was working during his time off.
“I bet this isn’t the way you thought you’d spend your leave. Fixing a stupid fence,” Willow grumbled, angry at her father for letting the ranch settle into such a state of disrepair.
“No, but I will say it’s still a hell of a lot better than being in Iraq. No burn pits, no RPGs or rockets going off, and no gunfire. I’ll take fixing fences all day over that. Plus, you’re here.” Winking at her, he pulled the wire taut, holding it fast against the new post while Willow nailed it into place.
“I don’t like to think about it. You being in danger like that, I mean.”
“Then don’t, it’s over. I don’t have to go back. Just a few more months, and I’ll be out of the Army for good and free to go wherever I want.”
She bit her tongue, knowing it was way too soon for her to ask him to move there to be with her. He’d probably think she was either desperate or insane if she suggested it now. Determined to change the subject, she said, “I was thinking, do you want to go out tonight? After we finish the fencing, I know I’m going to be too tired to cook. How do burgers and beer sound?”
“Burgers and beer sound perfect.” Smiling at her, he moved onto the next post. Pulling the leaning and rotting wood from the ground, he tossed it into the back of her old truck before installing a new one. They worked in sync for several more hours, replacing the damaged fence line around what would be the alpaca pasture. Willow hadn’t been able to stop imagining them working side by side like that for the rest of their lives, raising alpacas and, maybe someday, a few kids. She could even envision what they would look like—a little boy, with Nathan’s blue eyes and dark hair, and a little girl, in brown pigtails with hot pink on the tips.
She jerked back on the reins of her imagination.Slow your roll, psycho.They were so not at that point yet. They were, technically, only a few days into a relationship—thinking about kids now made her into that crazy lady that talks about the wedding on the first date.
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That evening,after showering together, which led to a very satisfying orgasm for them both, Willow finished getting dressed. She slipped her black, Johnny Cash t-shirt over her head, pairing it with faded blue jeans and her favorite bright pink Chuck Taylors. She might be living in Wyoming now, and even own two pairs of cowboy boots, but that didn’t mean she had to give up her favorite things from her life in Philly. A spritz of perfume and she was ready to go.
Joining Nathan in the living room, she found him dressed similarly in jeans and a dark red t-shirt. The color looked amazing with his dark hair and tanned skin tone. Heavy black boots completed his outfit.
