Page 55 of Walk on the Wilde Side
It's enough to make me blush. It's been two weeks, and Zander and I are still getting used to being a couple. It feels awkward and, at the same time, incredibly right. Kinsley had a less dramatic reaction than I expected, especially given her propensity for drama. She shrugged and said, "yep, I called it" and went about her business. Jameson said "it's about fucking time" when he walked in on us kissing. Even Finn chortled something like "thought that boy'd never grow a big enough pair to find his way to Nev." Finn was a master at memorable quotes. I'd once teased him that I was going to follow him around with a notepad, write them down and publish a book called Famous Shit Finnegan Wilde Said. He laughed and told me anytime as long as we split the profits.
And speaking of profits—Dane didn't skip town in time. He was arrested for the sale of illegal firearms, money laundering, fraud and a host of other crimes. Zander was pissed that he never got to punch Dane in the face, but I reminded him that then he wouldn't be as pretty and in prison they love pretty boys. Zander was satisfied with that notion.
I'm wearing a dress, a conscious choice, but I still manage to climb up on the round pen and sit on the top bar. Zander comes by and briefly lifts the brim of his black hat in greeting. My heart flutters. He's always breathtaking but even more so on top of a horse and under a black cowboy hat.
Colin stops his horse in front of me and smiles. "Do we get to call you sis now?"
"Nev will do," I say.
Zander gets off the horse. He walks the gelding over and hands the reins to Colin. "Take him in and unsaddle him. I've got some business to take care of."
I'm not expecting it when he reaches up, grabs my waist and lowers me down from the top railing. He pulls me in for a kiss, but his hat gets in the way. He pushes it off. "And take my hat in too, Colin," he says without taking his eyes or hands off me.
I put on a good pout. "Darn, I wanted the guy with the hat."
Colin is laughing as he jumps down from the saddle. He picks up the hat that fell close to his horse's hooves, slaps the hat on his jeans to dust it off and then presses it back down on Zander's head. "There you go, little lady. You've got your cowboy back."
I lift it out of his eyes and smile. "That's better."
"Fucking need you right now, little lady." Zander takes my hand and leads me out of the round pen. I'm running to keep up with his long stride as he lumbers across the barnyard toward his cabin.
"Uh, cowboy, you're gonna pull me on my face," I say.
Zander stops, spins around and lifts me into his arms. I kick my feet out playfully, grab his hat and put it on my head. It's too big and slips down over my eyes.
I can hear his boots on the wooden porch steps and the squeak of his front door. He lowers my legs, and my feet land on the floor as the hat comes off. I don't have time to say one word before he lifts my hands above my head and presses me against the wall. He holds both my wrists in one hand and uses the other to yank off the panties from under my dress.
"You show up in a dress, baby, and I'm fucking done."
"Duly noted," I whisper. He keeps hold of my wrists as his free hand slides under my dress. His warm callused fingers find my wet pussy. It's already aching for his attention. He massages my clit, and my knees weaken, but he holds me up by the wrists.
He stares at me, watching with heavy lids, as he plunges a finger into me. "That sweet cream tells me you're ready, baby."
I collapse down in disappointment as he removes the finger. He's still holding me captive as he unbuttons and pushes his jeans down low enough to free his cock. It's hard and slick with nature's lube. His free hand circles my ass, and he lifts me higher to my toes. He pushes himself between my thighs and plunges into me. I'm so ready that I can already feel myself heading over the cliff to an orgasm. He pushes deeper and holds me steady over him with his big hand wrapped around my ass.
His body moves long and lean and hard against mine as he moves deeper inside of me. Then his movements quicken, and my body splits into a million pieces. The orgasm goes on so long, I'm dizzy from it and relying even more on him holding me upright.
One last thrust and he drops his head back in ecstasy. His body stiffens and then shudders. He releases my wrists, and I wrap my arms around his neck to keep my jelly knees solid. Zander is still catching his breath as he rests his forehead against mine. I'm sandwiched between him and the door. We stay that way, quietly, for a long moment.
"I won't ever have enough of you, Nev."
I run my fingers through his thick hair. "If you meant that as a threat, trust me, it's having the opposite effect."
"God, I love you, Nevada Mason." He pulls up his pants, grabs his hat off the floor and takes my hand again. He leads me down the hallway to his bedroom. I climb on the bed and watch with great interest as he removes all his clothes but puts the hat on his head. He's head to toe perfect, and my pussy is already tingling for more.
"This what you were after?" he asks as he holds his hands out, then uses one to smack the hat lower on his head.
"That's exactly what I was after." I reach for his hand and pull him toward the bed. "Sit back, cowboy. I'm in the mood for a ride." I laugh. "All right, I'm done being dorky."
Zander settles himself back against the wall behind his bed. He looks pointedly down at his new erection and then peers up at me from the shade of the hat brim. "Told you I was never going to have enough."
I climb on the bed and straddle his lap. The hat is cool in theory, but it gets in the way again. I yank it off and send it flying across the room like a Frisbee. It manages a soft landing on the top of his dresser.
"Shit, Nevvie, always knew you were cool, but that was fucking awesome."
I wrap my arms around his head and pull his face against my breasts.
"Fucking awesome," he mutters and begins kissing them.
