Page 9 of Brothers Best Friend Cowboy

Panting.

Desperate for him and whatever he needs.

“So, take me again,” I squeak, as a soaking puddle forms in my panties.

He leans in, rubbing his hand down my bare thigh. “Do you know how long I’ve wanted you?”

I draw in a deep breath. “No. How long?”

He tips my chin up and leans against the lobe of my ear. “Too fucking long.”

“Me too,” I manage between heaving breaths. “Touch me, Emery. I want you everywhere.”

He swipes his thumb across my bottom lip, then leans in hard and heavy. His movements are smooth, pulling me on top of him with ease, like I’m a tiny coin purse, and he’s got a roll of dollar coins for me.

Our bodies press together. The bare skin of his chest, and my thin bathing suit fuse together with our heat. He groans and growls into my mouth, and the gnawing desperation to have him inside of me comes back.

I rock against his lap, kissing him and allowing his lips to take my neck, the lobes of my ears, and my collarbone. His beard scratches and tickles with every small move, and I love it. I run my fingers through his hair and suck in the subtle scent of leather on his skin. He’s big, warm, and every inch of him is mine. He’s always wanted me, and I’ve always wanted him.

We’ve always wanted each other.

His hand slides onto my breast and pinches the hard knob of my nipple. He’s gentle and kind, but firm and dominant with his touch.

And that growl. I’m tempted to take my phone out and selfishly record the sounds. It’s deep, rich, and everything about it shakes me to the core.

His hand wanders down from my breast and between my legs.

God, yes! I spread my thighs open and close my eyes, desperate for his big fingers to slide inside of me. His lips work mine as he slides his hand over the top of my bikini bottom, tickling and teasing me from outside of the fabric.

My clit swells and aches. “I need you, Emery. I’ve needed you for years.”

He groans low in this throat and pulls away slowly. I miss him immediately.

“I should stop while I have the willpower.” He grins. “It’s fading fast.”

“Why? Why do we need to stop again? No one has to know,” I pant, begging desperately.

He growls against my throat, scraping his teeth against me again. “I like the way you think, but I doubt we could pull that off. You need to talk to Dodge first, and so do I.”

I shake my head. “No. Why? Anything I said before about this being a problem, or him having a say… I was wrong. I need you.”

My clit needs you!

Emery strokes his hand over his salt and pepper beard and kisses my forehead, the tip of my nose, and my lips. “Fuck… I don’t want to let you go.”

His cock presses between us and I know he wants this as bad as I do. Maybe this is what age does for a person. It makes you more patient.

Me, I’m over patience. I’ve been patient for years. Now, I want what I’ve been waiting for.I want Emery.

The back door slams and I hear Ash calling out, “Red Rover, Red Rover, send Maggie over…”

Emery and I stand from behind the boulder and look toward Ash who’s making her way down toward the river, this time with a coat on. She looks more comfortable and I’m thankful for her change of clothes.

“I need to talk to my girl.” She makes eyes with Emery. “Plus, Dodge needs your help with some firewood, anyway.”

Emery stares toward me and we exchange the first of what I hope is many ‘knowing’glances. This one, says, ‘we’ll finish this later.’It’s a narrowed gaze, followed by a smile with his hand on my back.

I love him. I knew it then, and I know it now. That man is my forever, and Dodge can’t change that.

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