Page 100 of Saddle and Scent
I watch his face the entire time.
Eyes fluttering. Jaw slack. Lips parted on my name.
It’s fucking gorgeous.
But I don’t stop.
I stroke his cock slowly, coaxing every drop from him, then rub along the swollen ridge of his forming knot. He shudders, his whole body going tense.
“JesusChrist, Juniper?—”
I smile and press my lips to his temple. “Still not getting this pussy.”
He laughs—breathless, wrecked—and groans into my shoulder.
“You’re gonna kill me,” he rasps. “I’m gonna lose my damn mind.”
I giggle, tugging lightly at his knot, making him grunt again. “Then go crazy, cowboy. Because I told you—I’m not rushing.”
He leans back enough to look at me—sweaty, sticky, and clearly ruined—and then pulls me in for a slow, syrup-tinged kiss. His mouth is warm. Tender. Unapologetically adoring.
“Then I’ll wait,” he whispers. “You’re worth the wait.”
My heart flips in my chest.
I swallow around the lump in my throat, stroking his hair back with syrup-slick fingers. “You really mean that?”
His hands trace my hips, gentle now. “Every damn word.”
Something about that makes me ache in a whole different way.
“Alright,” he finally says with a sigh, glancing around. “We better clean up before Callum or Beckett stumble in and start askin’ why the kitchen smells like sex and breakfast.”
I snort. “Fair.”
He shifts beneath me, still a little shaky. “So, uh… this might be random, but… you still into video games? Or do you read more now?”
The whiplash of that question nearly makes me fall off his lap. “What?”
He shrugs, smiling sheepishly. “Just thinking. You used to hog the PlayStation at your aunt’s when we were kids. Remember? You made me play Stardew Valley foreighthours just to get the stupid golden chicken.”
I blink. “You remember that?”
“Course I do.” His smile softens. “But I realized I don’t know what you’re into anymore. Not really.”
I glance away, heart sinking a little.
“I… haven’t really done anything in a while,” I admit. “Since moving to the city, it’s been work. Hustling. Trying not to drown. I haven’t picked up a book in forever, and gaming felt like a luxury I couldn’t afford.”
His expression turns serious. “That’s not okay.”
“I didn’t have a choice.”
“Well, you do now,” he says firmly. “Starting today.”
I lift a brow. “Startingtoday?”
He nods. “We’re doing mini dates.”
