Page 94 of Sexting the Cowboy
My body is a chorus of contradictions. My heartbeat is a drum. My throat is a closed door that opens. “Yes,” I say, and the word is too small to hold what I mean. “Yes.”
Brick lets out a breath that was holding his ribs together and laughs, just once, helpless. He stands and steps toward me the way you step toward a skittish horse—open palms, visible intentions. When his arms come up, I go into them like the easiest decision I’ve ever made.
Because it is.
“I love you,” he says into my hair, the words so quiet I almost miss them for my own blood. “I love you, and I’m sorry, and I will spend the rest of my life being boring in all the right ways if that’s what you need from me.”
“I don’t need you boring,” I say, laughing and crying at once. “I need you here with me.”
“Always.”
We stand there too long for a place that was built for triage, not epiphany. Then Jaden claps his hands once, shocking me back into the world. “Alright. Everybody out.”
Mac stands next to him, and I have no clue when she got here. She teases Jaden, “I told you it wasn’t over.”
“Yeah, yeah,” he grunts, passing her some cash.
“We were the subject of a bet?” Brick asks, smirking.
Mac grins. “Don’t worry. I had faith in you.”
Jaden rolls his eyes, grabs her hand, and pulls her out of the tent. “Let’s let these two have some privacy.”
The flap closes behind them, but I can still hear Mac when she says, “Privacy? Didn’t Annie tell you about the horse stalls?”
Brick laughs hard and kisses me harder. I melt against him, too swept up in the moment to think straight. His tongue slips past the seam of my lips, and he tastes like lemonade and the future.
I’m getting married to this man. This man that I hardly know, but I also know him in my bones. It’s impossible to explain and reckless, and I don’t care. I am so happy right now.
His hands slip beneath my ass as he picks me up and sets me on the nearest cot. “Those flaps don’t lock somehow, do they?”
“The toggles at the corners?—”
“On it.” He races over, threads the toggles through the metal loop, then comes back immediately. “Won’t hold up if someone really wants in here, though. We’ll have to be quiet?—”
“I don’t want to be quiet.” I pull him closer to me by his belt buckle. “I want you to make me scream your name.”
His voice is a hiss. “Fuck, baby.” That tone would have been enough to get me wet without the kissing that followed. He tears at my scrubs, and I grapple with his clothes as fast as I can between biting kisses and curse words. He pulls my hips forward, and I have a leg on either side of him. But instead of thrusting in, he reaches between us for my clit and makes me mewl. His head props against my forehead. He murmurs, “We’ve got years to make you scream my name. And I plan to. But for tonight, how about we don’t announce our engagement through an arrest for public indecency?”
I giggle. “No promises.”
“You’re gonna get me into so much trouble.”
“Turnabout is fair play.”
He slides a finger into me. “Why do I have a feeling you never play fair?”
“You’re an astute observer of the human condition, oh fuck, right there?—”
He kisses me again while he lights me up. Everything in me goes tense, but I can’t stop. I’m trembling for his touch, and with mybody, I’m begging for more. He says, “I like when you ride my finger like that. Like you can’t help yourself.”
“Can’t,” I whisper.
“Mm, good girl. But I need to feel it.” His finger slips away, replaced by something much bigger. As he works himself into me, I see fireworks. Might be the festival’s closing light show, or it might be the man in front of me.
But then I hear the booms, one after another.
“You wanna scream my name?” He gets a sinister look on that handsome face, then grabs my ass and pulls me off the cot, balancing us both as he stands with me on his cock. I latch onto his shoulders for safety, but he has me tight in his grip. He bounces me on the length of him, over and over, until I can’t see straight. All that shaft on my G-spot, it’s too much, too good. I can’t breathe, I can’t?—
