Page 68 of Trails of Temptation

“You’re so tight,” he rasped, letting out a breath. “I can’t believe it—” He grunted, thrusting into me fully.

“G-George,” I whimpered, my arms wrapping around his neck as he started to pump into me, hitting me in that spot that had my vision blurring and filling with stars.

I was already so close to the edge, and having him inside of me has me coming totally undone within a single minute. I drew my knees up, my head thrown back as pleasure ripped through my core and rippled over my thighs and belly. I clamped down around him and he cried out, his hand pressing against my neck, not enough to hurt or steal my breath, but enough to press me down against the bed while he had his way with me.

“Good girl,” he growled, nipping the rim of my ear as he thrusts became harder and more deliberate.

I looked into his eyes, my hands dropping to his arms as I held on for dear life, my head bumping against the headboard.

He reached between us and swirled a thumb over my clit, building me up to a second more blinding orgasm that he knew would have me screaming.

“George!” I shouted, arching my back off the bed.

“Come for me again,” he panted.

It didn’t take long. I swear this man knew how to make me beg and scream until I was spent. It was like he’d memorized my entire body, knew what made me tick and knew just hand to move and where to touch to make me pliable like puddy in his hands. My body went rigid, tight as a bowstring, and then I fell, erupting with pleasure, and I screamed his name loud enough that I was sure everyone in the bunkhouse and the big house could hear it.

He came at just the same moment, my body milking him dry as he clutched me against him, his face buried in my shoulder.

“George,” I whispered a few minutes later.

“Yeah?”

“We’re being really irresponsible. I’m not on birth control, remember?”

“Oh, I remember,” he said with a little laugh as he rolled off and me and clutched me to his chest, his fingers raking through my hair. “I tried to wear a condom once but you told me to take it off, remember?”

“Yes.” I laughed, rolling over to face him. “I guess neither of us are too worried about that then…”

“I’m not. Having a baby with you would be… the best thing I’ve done with my life, Keely.”

I rested my chin on his chest and looked up at him, smiling. “We’re in this for good then, aren’t we?”

“Yeah, we are.”

Eventually, we fell asleep, wrapping ourselves in each other’s arms. I woke sometime before the sun rose and slipped out of bed and got dressed, preparing for another day of tending to Moira and her family. But tomorrow… Well, George and I had the day off. Tomorrow he was laying his mother to rest. I looked down at the love of my life and smiled, wanting nothing more than to lean down and kiss him goodbye.

But he needed rest, and I had pancakes to make.

ChapterThirty-Two

George

Keely knelt in front of Dad’s gravestone, her hands working deftly as she cleaned and scrubbed the granite face with his name etched into it.

“There,” she said, leaning back to inspect her work. That’s so much better already.”

“That was kind of you,” I said softly, my voice choked by emotion. Keely stood up and wiped dirt and grass from her knees, smiling down at the two gravestones.

We laid my mom to rest two weeks ago. We hadn’t done anything too large or exciting in terms of a funeral. Grant, Moira, Keely, Pete, and Randy had come to the site as she was buried, and afterward we’d gone back up to the Hallston Ranch for a dinner prepared by Grant and Keely. It had actually been a really fun night, all things considered. Grant had manned the grill and Keely brought out sides and several freshly baked pies, one of which was peach and apricot pie which had been a recipe she’d found in one of the ancient cookbooks we’d found well preserved in one of the kitchen cabinets at the old farmhouse.

Mom would have loved the party, honestly, and more than that, I believed she would have loved Keely, too.

“Ready?” Keely asked as she adjusted the roses over Mom’s grave. “Don’t you have to meet with the lawyer at three?”

“Yeah, I do. I guess it’s about the time, huh?” I took her hand and tucked it in the crook of my elbow as we walked through the cemetery, taking our time. It was a beautiful late summer day. The sun was shining but it wasn’t too hot, which was a nice reprieve from the dead of summer. Keely on my arm made the entire day even better, even if I was gearing up to go talk to the lawyer Mom had hired decades ago to handle estate matters without my knowledge.

I felt like I was finding out new things about the woman every single day as we worked through every corner of the Edgewater property.

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