“Mm-hmm, you feel good. So wet and ready for me,” he says as he pulls out and drives back in. “I can’t wait, I need to feel you coming around me,” he says before he pounds into me, setting a faster pace, causing me to grip the edge of the bunk tighter.
It’s not slow lovemaking; it’s a primal need to connect, and it’sexactlywhat I need right now.
I climb toward my orgasm at a blinding speed. The feeling of his hands gripping my hips, the stretch, it’s all too much and I start to fall over the edge.
“Knox—” I pant. “I—I—” I can’t form words as I tighten and convulse around him. When he reaches one hand forward and circles my clit, I see stars. I’ve never come so hard in my life. I’m completely at his mercy as I ride out my orgasm, and he pumps into me.
I fall deeper and deeper into bliss.
Chapter 39
Knox
She’s taking deep, gasping breaths, and I can still feel the aftershocks of her orgasm fluttering around me. I slow my pace, and plant kisses up her spine, giving her a moment to catch her breath.
“I love feeling you come on my cock.” I pull her back to me so her back is pressed to my chest. “Give me one more,” I whisper in her ear as I trail one hand down her side.
She leans into me and breathlessly chuckles. “I don’t know if—” I cut her off by pressing a finger to her clit, causing her to gasp and throw her head against my shoulder.
“I think you can,” I practically growl into her ear. I don’t know what it is about this woman that turns me near feral, but I can’t stop it. No woman has ever turned me on, made me want to please them so much.
Kacey is my undoing, and I revel in it.
I feel her tighten around me in response, and I have to focus on not comingright now.
I lay her on her back, but I don’t waste any time sliding back into her.
Fuck. She feels amazing. I’m never going to get enough of her.
I take full advantage of being able to kiss her in this position. I run my tongue along hers, tasting how sweet she is. When she sucks my tongue into her mouth, I almost blow. She knows it, too, by the way she moans into my mouth and wraps her legs around me.
I learned earlier she likes it when I lose control. The fact that she has the power to turn me on, sucking me better than anyone ever has, turned her on. And next time, I fully intend to lick that arousal off those pretty little thighs it was dripping down, working my way up until she’s screaming my name.
I pick up my pace, knowing I won’t last much longer. She’s too wet, tight, and warm, with her legs wrapped around me and our mouths tangled together. I can feel her getting closer and I pull back, tucking my head to suck one of her nipples into my mouth.
She cries out in pleasure, and I feel her come undone. She tightens around me, causing me to lose control. I release her nipple and thrust into her—hard—over and over again, letting my orgasm rip through me.
“Fuck, Kacey,” I say in a shout as I continue to thrust in and out of her, riding out my orgasm.
I collapse next to her and pull her into my chest.
She absentmindedly traces one of my tattoos, and after a minute of holding each other, she lets out a big, dramatic sigh. “Okay, I admit it. You were right. You’re perfectly healthy.”
I burst out laughing and so does she.
We spend the next two days tangled up in each other. We watch movies, order takeout, and only leave the camper when absolutely necessary. I’m going to owe Trey new sheets for the lower bunk.
Having Kacey on the road with me has been even better than I expected. We’ve finally gotten the time we needed together, and she’s opened up to me. She’s told me childhood stories, talked about her teenage years with Jessie, and even brought up stories of her mom a couple times.
I told her about my parents’ divorce and been honest about how much my dad leaving and building another life with a new family hurt me. I’ve worked through it, but there are still moments when I wish he cared and was there to see me accomplish my goals, meet Kacey, and was invested in the life I’m building. But he’s not, and I’ve come to terms with that. I have so many people who love me and care about me—I’m extremely blessed that way.
We talked about this fall and made plans for the months I won’t have rodeos. She wants me to come back to the ranch for a while, and while we didn’t make any set plans, I want her to come to Oklahoma and meet my family. My mom, sister, nephew, and brother-in-law are dying to meet her. I haven’t brought a girl home in years.
This morning, while she was asleep, and I was studying the soft lines of her face, I whispered to her how much I’m in love with her. The more time I spend with her, the deeper I fall in love with her. I haven’t told her yet, I’m still not sure she’s ready to hear it, but I know what I feel. Now I just have to figure out how to hold on to it. I don’t think I could handle losing her, not now. Not after everything we’ve shared, the way she’s supported me and encouraged me. I can’t lose that, I refuse.
We’re driving into Ellensburg, Washington, for their Extreme Bulls event. It’s the largest one of the season and Trey flies in today. Thankfully, I got the rodeo performance the day after the Extreme Bulls, so we can stay here tonight. Kacey will fly out tomorrow, and neither of us is ready for her to leave, but she needs to get back to the ranch and Trey is chomping at the bit to get back on the road.
The closer we get to her leaving, the quieter she gets. I’m not sure if it’s just the fact that she’s leaving or if there is more to it. I know she bottles things up and I’ve tried to give her time to open up, but we pick up Trey in an hour and our alone time will become extremely limited.
