My voice breaks on a moan, and I drag him down into a shaky kiss. “Together. Right there, Lucas, fuck, I’m?—”
My orgasm slams into me like a fucking car crash, stealing the breath straight from my lungs as I squeeze Lucas tight with my thighs. He buries himself deep inside me, not letting me go for a single second as he pumps me full, kisses interspersed with whispered promises of forever.
The feeling of his arms around me is almost better than the orgasm was.
Almost.
The memory of the last time we were in bed like this bounces around in my skull, and I’m filled with the need to rewrite it. I snuggle tight into Lucas’s side when he rolls off of me, humming happily at the way his arms wrap around me immediately.
It’s soothing to lay together like this, quiet and easy and just enjoying the warmth of each other’s skin. We’ve never really gotten to do this, now that I think of it. The first night in Bozeman, we fell asleep right after, and the next day we didn’t reallystopfucking for long enough to cuddle. And, well, the last time we were in this bed didn’t end with us snuggling, that’s for sure.
This time will be different, though. Everything has changed between us. The quiet is calm, no anxiety threading through our heads, but there’s still something I need to say.
I break the silence.
“Don’t turn the job down.”
Lucas jolts in surprise, his hold on me tightening as he stiffens. When I look up, his eyes are wide with fear and confusion, and I reach up to cup his jaw, wanting to wash away his concern.
“I’m not telling you to leave,” I say softly. “Not without me, at least. But I don’t want you to give up on your dreams for me. I know how important this is to you, and you haven’t had the chance to go after a lot of the opportunities in your life. You should take the job. I could come with you, if you wanted.”Please, please want this.“I’ve wanted to get off the ranch and do my own thing for a while now, anyway.”
Lucas stares at me, the tension slowly draining from his body as I keep talking. A hint of a smile tugs at the corners of his lips, and it gives me the confidence I need to keep going, even though I’m terrified he’ll say no.
Maybe it’s too much all at once. Then again, I thought loving him in the first place was too much. We promised not to hold back anymore.
“We could move together. Get a place. I could start an accounting firm close to the college, or maybe join an established one while we put roots down.” My voice is so much steadier than I am, and I have no doubt that he can feel the hummingbird-quick beat of my heart where I’m pressed to his chest. “We’ll only be a few hours away, so it won’t be too bad of a trip to come see everyone. Wayne’s back, he can handle any emergencies until I get there, and Mary’s pretty damn capable too. Dad’s in a better place nowadays. I think… I think it’s a good time.”
I’ve wanted to loosen the reins here and focus on my own life for so long, but it finally feels like Ican.
Lucas is quiet for an agonizing second, and then he crushes me so tight to his chest that I can barely breathe. “Yes, yes to all of it,” he gushes, pressing kisses to the crown of head and raining them down my face until he finds my lips. “We’ll find a cute house, rent for a year or two and then buy when we’re ready. Get a dog or two. We can paint the walls and do dishes together, and I’ll take you on fancy dates every weekend. I’ll treat you so well, Jenny, spoil you fucking rotten.”
Laughter rushes out of me, and I hug him back, meeting his kisses with a smile of my own.
“Slow down, there, hotshot,” I tease, teasing my fingers through his hair. “I don’t need fancy dates all the time. Just need you, yeah?”
He melts against me, cupping my face and brushing his thumbs over my cheeks as he stares at me with so much love in his eyes that it makes me lightheaded.
“Any way you want it, sweetheart,” he says. “I couldn’t imagine anything better than a life with you in it. Promise me one thing, though?”
I’d promise him anything he asked for right now, so I nod, sinking into the feeling of his rough hands on my cheeks.
“Give me riding lessons?”
I blink at him once, twice, then burst into laughter. “Riding lessons? You held your own pretty well out there tonight.”
Sure, he was a little shaky, but half of that was probably nerves.
“I want to get better. Want to take you on a proper trail ride one day. Please?”
Like I said, I’d give him anything. This, at least, is an easy ask.
“I won’t take it easy on you,” I tell him, leaning up to kiss his cheek.
“Wouldn’t want you to,” he says. “I like you feisty.”
He nudges his hips against me to prove just howmuchhe likes my attitude, apparently. I raise a teasing brow when I find him already half hard again.
“Round two?”
