Page 32 of Her Grumpy Cowboy
We tidy.We unlock and relock.Outside, the snow is falling in thick, fluffy flakes.
“How’s the staying plan?”I ask casually once we’re in his truck, like I didn’t spend half the day thinking about it.
“Talked to Christopher,” he says.“I’m in.Tyler first.”
I beam so hard it hurts.“Good.”
At the cabin, the hearth is still warm.We wind down.I change into one of Grady’s T-shirts without being told, and he watches with blatant appreciation.We heat soup and eat half of it because we both have appetites for other things.I end up straddling his thighs at the table, my hands on his shoulders, his palms spanning my back.The kiss starts slowly and becomes greedy.When I rock against him, he groans, which only makes the wanting worse.
Clambering off his lap, I lower to my knees between his spread thighs.I look up into his heated gaze and place my palm over the ridge of his cock through his jeans, squeezing gently.His nostrils flare.His hand clamps onto mine, and I wait with bated breath.Will he let me take the lead?
“Time to let me hear how crazy I make you,” I murmur, licking my lips.
Slowly, his hand lifts.Moves to his waistband.His gaze never leaving mine, he pops the buttons, freeing his cock.
I arch a brow.“Guess the wholecommandothing isn’t just a job description, huh?”
Grady huffs a laugh.“Tactical.One less layer between your sweet mouth and my cock.”
Heat pulses low in my belly at the sight of him—hard and waiting—and the way he talks like my mouth is the only heaven he wants.He’s big and thick, veins twisting along his length.Having this part of him exposed while the rest of him is still fully clothed is incredibly erotic.Capturing his silver eyes again, I wrap my hand around him.
His shaft jerks in my palm as I run my fist from root to tip.His skin glides with velvet smoothness over his hardness, exposing the bulging crown.
“Put me in your mouth, sweetheart,” he growls, voice thick.“Let me feel you.”It’s a guttural command, his jaw clenched, his hands fisted on the chair arms.
His cock thickens even more, testing the limits of my grip.A bead of liquid wells up on the end, and I lean forward to lick it off.
Grady’s shudder travels through me, making me brave.I mouth the blunt tip and give it a cautious suck.His musk spreads over my tastebuds, making my pussy flutter.I lose myself in the need to know every inch of my grumpy cowboy, placing kisses along his throbbing length, determined to return him the pleasure he gave me earlier.
“Fuck, I didn’t think a man could die of pleasure,” Grady growls as he watches me on my knees between his thighs.
I rub my cheek against him.“I didn’t either.Shall we try?”
I ease the skin back and press a kiss on the sensitive tip.
“Jesus, woman, you’re torturing me,” he grunts, winding his fingers into my hair.
Another pearl of liquid weeps from the tip, and I lick it up with a throaty hum.“Delicious.”
Grady’s abs clench.“There’s more where that came from, Shortcake.”
I look up at him, suddenly needing reassurance.“Is this… okay?”
Despite the fire burning in his eyes, he cups my face gently, his calloused palms a delicious abrasion against my skin.“Okay?You’re about to fucking ruin me.But, sweetheart, I don’t want you to do anything you’re not comfortable with.”
I nod.“All right.”
Then I fit my mouth over the tip and suck.
“Jesus.”
His primal reaction hits me straight in my core as he thrusts into my mouth with animal force.Instinct tells me to relax my jaw to accommodate more of his shaft.I love the sensation of him filling my mouth.Warmth floods my pussy as I cram more of him past my lips and use my hands to caress what doesn’t fit.
Grady groans my name, his hands guiding me in a bobbing motion.“Fuck, that’s so good.You’re killing me, Angel.”
The way he breaks sends a dizzying rush of power and heat through me.Breathing through my nose, I relax my jaw, and he slides in further.He curses as his crown nudges the back of my throat and I swallow reflexively.I pause, gasping for air, then swallow him again, relishing the indescribable intimacy of pleasuring the man I love.
And God help me, I do love him.With every part of me.It’s fast and reckless and makes no damn sense, but it’s real.It’s a live wire under my skin, sparking every time he breathes my name.
