Joaquin laughs. “Oh my God, it sounds like Sparrow’s mom. Ofelia’s an amazing woman, with all the vision in the world, and she can somehow commandeer armies to her ideas.”
“You know exactly what I’m talking about then,” I say, grinning fondly. “That was Renée’s brilliance. You wanted to help because you just knew she had something special in mind, and you wanted to be part of that something special.”
The smile on my face feels unfamiliar, and even as the ache returns to my chest, the smile doesn't leave. As I introduce him to our stallions, the slurry of grief I've held so close all these years feels like it wants to lift. As if it burns away in Joaquin's presence.
God, what a revelation. To be able to think of Renée with a smile and not anguish.
I turn to Joaquin as we enter the tack room. “Seriously, it's like you’ve given her back to me. These last few years have just been so painful, and walking you through this place reminds me of how special it all is. So, thank you,” I say, going in for a hug.
That's not my usual MO, but today’s been fucking topsy-turvy, and I'm not going to question it. Joaquin hesitates, then his arms surround me. I groan, leaning into the hug, my body remembering how skillful this man is. I'm sure I'm hugging him too long, but I don't care. I need it.
I shove my face into the crook of his neck, inhaling his soap-and-musk scent as I squeeze a little tighter. I sneak a kiss to his neck, like sending out a scout to see where he's at.
“Wick,” he says firmly. “I'm your boss.”
I inhale him again, my face still buried in his neck. “Have I ever not taken directions from you? You have to know that I'll do whatever you tell me to.”
“Then step away from me,” he says, his voice slightly reedy.
“Except that,” I say, tightening my hold.
He grabs my shoulders, gently pushing on them until he can look me in the eye. “Wick…”
I meet his gaze and understand the conflict. He's a good guy who wants to be a good foreman. I get that. He’s always been ethical, never one to take advantage of his position. We've had threesomes, and I've seen his ethics in action. How he’s especially careful with people less powerful than us. I want to honor his wishes, but I don’t have it in me to step away. He’ll have to do that.
But I don’t think he can either.
In fact, I know he can’t because I see the exact moment his resolve crumbles. Cursing under his breath, he twists the front of my shirt in his fist. Hesitating, he rocks forward as he pulls me to him, his lips crashing down on mine as his other hand slides up, tickling my neck before squeezing. Fuck, I love it when he puts his hand around my throat.
We deepen the kiss as I grind against him, nearly relieved to the point of tears that he's as hard as I am. I let out a low moan, and he shoves us against the worktable, banging it against the wall. Suppressing a laugh, I remember that this is a popular spot for getting it on here at the ranch.
This kiss sends a bucket of sex hormones racing through every nerve ending all at once. His lips are firm, and his kiss is bruising but not sloppy. Never sloppy.
Sure hands reach for my buckle, undoing it with ease, and within seconds, my jeans and underwear are around my thighs. Cool air is caressing my dick before I can even catch up with his plans for me.
Rucking up my shirt, he kneels, tightening his grip around my throat while lapping at my abs and belly button until I’m nearly weak with want and lack of blood flow. Neither of us is particularly into breath play, but toying with control is fun for both of us. Now that he literally has my job and my breath in his hands, I’m going to come so fucking hard.
When he releases his grip on my neck, euphoria hits me, and he has to steady me with strong hands on my hips. I moan and run my hands through his hair, pushing him farther south. Grinning into the line of my thigh and groin, he lays open-mouthed kisses on the hypersensitive skin, pausing to inhale my scent. Goosebumps pop up all over my arms and I shiver violently.
Desperate for more, my cock twitches hard, drawing his attention. He goes after the pearl of precum at the tip, slowly rolling it onto his tongue while staring up into my eyes. I can’t look away from him, and when he sinks his perfect mouth down on my entire length, I swear I see God.
I'm already on edge, whimpering, thrusting, begging—for what, I don’t know. I’ll take whatever he’ll give me. Growling to himself, he pulls away, a string of spit glistening between my cock and his mouth.
“Mierda, you are trouble,” he whispers, standing to take me in a deep and filthy kiss, forcing me to taste my own cock on his tongue.
I give it back, molding myself to his slightly broader frame. When he pulls away, panting for air, I kiss his brows and nip at his jaw, then press my forehead to his, breathing in his oxygen.
“Admit it. Youlikethat I’m trouble. Youlikethat we can’t fucking keep our hands off each other. Youlikethat this is a little dangerous, that you could order me to obey youor else.”
“Fuck,” he mutters again, grabbing my shoulders, kissing me until I see spots, then spinning me toward the table as though I weigh nothing. My forearms land on the worn wooden surface, and I tilt my ass into the air, brushing his jeans-clad hard cock.
Groaning, Joaquin wrenches my cheeks apart and kneels, diving into the cleft, licking me from nuts to hole again and again until I’m practically dripping with his spit. I pound the table with the side of my fist, nearly coming from the world's sloppiest, dirtiest rim job.
Sucking my cock, slipping my balls into his mouth, spearing my hole with his tongue, he can't seem to focus on just one area. I take satisfaction in driving him a little crazy. Wordlessly, I reach over and open the side drawer.
Cursing under his breath, Joaquin pulls out the industrial-size bottle of lube. “What the fuck is going on at Rebel Sky?”
He doesn’t wait for an answer, instead yanking down his jeans and boxers while dripping the lube across my hole and balls. He reaches into the drawer one more time and laughs, pulling out a square foil packet. Quickly freeing the condom, he rolls it down his hard length.
