Page 18 of Trails of Temptation

Keely

Ithought I was dreaming when I reached over to the bedside table to grab my phone. It was five in the morning, but for whatever reason I couldn’t sleep. My alarm wasn’t going to go off for another hour, and I was already packed and ready to roll out of bed and drive back to the Hallston Ranch.

Before I read the text, there were no stops planned between Hot Springs and Grant and Moira’s kitchen where I’d already planned a big breakfast.

But now?

Something had to give.

I didn’t say you could leave. You better be back before I’m saddled up tomorrow.

It was from George.

Uhm, what the hell?

My heart began to race as I quickly put on some clothes and rushed out the door with all of my things, jogging and tripping over the stairs leading down to street level where I’d parked my old truck. I went over the possibilities in my mind as I sped out of town, wondering whether he’d meant to send that to me, or someone else. Whether he was drunk, or totally sober and lucid when he sent it.

He’d sent it regardless. Now he was going to answer to me about it.

I wasn’t going to sit around and play games with George for the rest of my life, because that was exactly what this was. I’d never get over him. I never had. And the only thing we’d done was kiss.

I barely registered what I was doing as I came to a screeching stop in front of his little farmhouse on the outskirts of Grant’s sprawling property. Vines snaked up the whitewashed exterior of the two-story house, glistening with dew. The sun wasn’t even up yet. The sky was a deep, hazy violet still speckled with stars.

I wasn’t sure what was going to happen when I got inside.

But I was going to find out, that was for damn sure.

I walked right in, standing out of breath at the threshold while I watched him stare dumbfounded down at his phone, a cup of coffee steaming on the counter beside him.

He slowly looked over at me, looked me and up and down, and said in a low, gravelly voice, “Get over here.”

I choked out a laugh, just as surprised as I thought he was as the words he’d just said registered in his own mind. Before he could say anything else, I ran at him, launching myself on him with such force he had to catch himself against the wall. His lips were on mine, his fingers tangling in my hair. He tasted like coffee, rich and dark. I couldn’t get enough.

The stool he’d been sitting on next to the kitchen counter toppled over as he turned and backed me into the counter, pressing his weight against me. He pulled my hair hard, so I was forced to look up at the ceiling as he trailed hot, forceful kisses down my neck. His free hands traveled down my body—my chest, my breasts, cupping one roughly while growling with approval.

I couldn’t catch my breath. I wouldn’t even try. Especially not now that his hand came to rest on my ass, squeezing.

“George,” I whimpered as he sucked the skin along my collarbone, leaving a mark. My underwear was already drenched. I didn’t think I could get much wetter than this. I want him to take me right here against the kitchen counter but he lifted me up and I wrapped my arms around him, my mouth still pressed to his, as he carried me through the house and upstairs.

He kicked the door to his bedroom open so hard it bounced against wall and nearly smacked into us on the way inside, but he ignored it, tossing me on the bed and reaching up to pull his worn cotton shirt over his head.

He was still mussed from sleep, his beautiful, thick golden-brown hair sticking up at odd angles. His cheeks were flushed and ruddy, and his body—God. His body. I’d never seen someone so fit and finely muscled in my entire life. He had the body of someone whose entire life depended on their strength. He could rip me in half if he wanted to. I kind of wanted him to.

I fumbled with the button holding my denim shorts but he stopped me, clasping my wrists together with one hand and pinning them to the mattress above my head. I sucked in my breath as he undoes my shorts, pulling them over my hips and knees. He took in the black thong I was wearing for a moment before looking up into my eyes. He was totally unrecognizable. There was so much emotion behind his eyes, something I’d never seen in him before.

But the emotion currently overwhelming him was pure heat.

He kept his eyes on me as he pulled my thong to the side and slid a finger through my folds, shuddering at how wet I was for him.

“Holy shit,” he growled in appreciation before slowly thrusting one finger inside of me all the way to the knuckle. I damn near bucked off the bed, but his other hand was spread wide over my hip and held me in place while he played with me. “What you want, Sunshine?”

“Everything,” I managed to say. He smiled wryly, leaning in to kiss me fully. His tongue skated over mine while his fingers worked me into a frenzy. I clenched around his fingers, coming so hard I felt like I was going to black out for a second.

He pulled his fingers out and undid the button of his jeans, pulling them and his boxers down over his thick, muscular thighs before climbing onto the bed.

I wanted him so badly. I ran my hands down his chest, his back, taking a moment to just feel him. I was still coming down from the orgasm he’d just given me with his fingers when he nudged my knees apart, gliding the head of cock through my wetness before pressing into me with one violent, hard thrust.

“George!” I whimpered, clawing his back as he pumped in and out, his mouth hovering over mine. He took my lower lip between his teeth as I cried out again. God, he was good. So, so good. Like he already knew my body. Like he knew just how to touch me to make me writhe beneath him. How was that even possible when all we’d done was kiss?

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