My hands fumble with his belt buckle, desperate to get him free. Because his fingers aren’t enough. Not anymore. I need his hardness to fill me up so much it chases away the million cracks I’m hiding every waking moment.
In an instant his cock is hot and hard in my hand, the silky rigidness of it scrambling my brains. Then he slides into me and the world melts away.
There’s nothing but the push of his body, and the pleading reach of mine. He delves deep, and I hang on hard as he drags out again. Because I don’t want to let him go. Not even for an instant. Like I’m afraid if he slips out of me I’ll never get him back.
Each time he thrusts deep again, I’m filled so completely it brings water to my eyes.
“Right there,” I say, grabbing his ass and holding him deep. “Stay there. Stay with me like this.”
He buries his face in my neck, his breath flushing across my sensitive breasts. But he stays put. Arching his back deep so that I can grind my hips around him. Holding him from the inside as each swivel drives me higher into myself.
“Stay with me,” I plead over and over again, my voice rising in pitch each time. Before long I’m not talking about the shattering orgasm gearing up to rip through me. I’m talking about everything. Every single bit.
“Fuck, Katie,” he grunts. “I don’t know if I can hang on.”
“Please,” I wail, my hips growing frantic. “Wayne, please!” Just a few more bucks of my hips, and it’s all over.
I don’t know which one of us comes first, but we’re both screaming. Clinging to each other on the couch as the world splinters to pieces. I’m hot and cold all over at the same time.Furious to keep him planted deep as he spills into me, and impatient to fling him off me because it’s all too much.
It’s all far, far too much.
Then the world slows down, and I can breathe again. I realize I’ve been biting my lips to keep them closed. Because if they open, I’m bound to say something that would change everything.
Three words. Three treacherous little words that might just ruin what little we have.
Words that would come so easily from my lips, but I somehow doubt I’d ever hear from his.
WAYNE
Days are easier to spend around the ranch when Katie is here. Not just because it gives me an excuse to be out in the stables or the fields instead of the office, but because being with her is a great excuse to avoid my dad, his new wife, and my sister.
We’ve reached a sort of tenuous truce, but all it takes is one sideways look to light the fuse all over again. We’re all pretty fed up with that.
The last thing anybody needs is for me to bring up a baby out of wedlock. Not only would it put Katie in an unwelcome hot seat, but I can just picture what my dad and sister will have to say about it. They’re just looking for an excuse to pick open old wounds.
Especially since I’ve been hanging around here far longer than anybody expected. Myself included.
Most days in the office I’m playing catch up on Al’s clerical work. He’s still not up to snuff, and I’m happy to take things off his plate. The guy needs room to recover, and there’s not much time for that kind of thing around here.
But today I can’t seem to make myself focus. Filing invoices and receipts isn’t the most stimulating activity when all my brain wants to do is wander off to find Katie.
When I first got here, it was easy to get distracted by the sexy thoughts, but now that her pregnancy is in full swing I’ve got other things to contend with. The future is coming up fast, and if I don’t get ahead of things I’m gonna be left in the dust.
Clicking through to my email, my inbox is pretty full. Lots of responses to applications or work queries, which ought to make me feel pretty good.
I would, if every subject line didn’t have some version of, “We regret to inform you…”
Every tire I’ve kicked turns out to have a hole in it.
It was all fun and games a couple of months ago when I was dropping lines to buddies to see if I could get any traction, but things are getting serious. I’m at the point of sending resumes and letters of introduction to friends-of-friends and even outright strangers. So far, no luck.
For the longest time I was confident that my resume could speak for itself, but now I have to own up to some hard facts. Because it seems like there’s one major problem with my CV.
It’s got my name on it.
Turns out I burned my bridge while I was standing on it. Now I’m in the middle of the river and nobody’s sending a boat to get me to shore.
“Hey!” The voice almost has me come out of my chair, and I scramble like hell to try and get to the accounting books to cover my failed job hunt. Mary leans against the door frame watching me with her arms crossed. When I realize I have no idea how long she’s been standing there, my cheeks flush pink.
