The grass beneath me feels softer than it should, the cool blades brushing against my skin like they know how close I am to losing myself. All I can think, all I can feel, is him—his warmth, his weight, the taste of his whiskey breath mingling with mine.
He stands quickly, removing the straps of his overalls down his shoulders swiftly, and pulls his cock free.
My mouth waters at the sight of him. “Spit”, he demands, holding his palm under my chin. Doing as I’m told, I sit up and spit in his hand, saliva coming from the side of my mouth.
I wipe my mouth, watching him grab his dick, rubbing his length, covering it with my spit. “Turn over”, he says in alow growl. I quickly turn over on my hands and knees before I feel his strong arm wrapping my stomach lifting me up. My palms press flat against the rough bark of the tree, the texture rooting me as the air between us hums with tension.
My body reacts before my mind can catch up. My hips shift instinctively, breath catching as his presence closes in behind me. “Take them off—now.” He orders.
I tug at my shorts, quickly pulling them and my thong down. His rough hand rubs my ass, spreading my cheeks as he shoves his cock inside me. “Saint…” His name slips out in a breath I can’t control, my voice trembling. I press my hand to my mouth, trying to steady myself—trying to keep some small piece of control when he’s already taken most of it. Every nerve in me feels stretched tight, every breath heavier than the last.
“Fuck pretty. I missed this pussy…” he groans, thrusting faster into me.
Knowing this is going to be quick because he wouldn’t dare risk someone catching us, he reaches for my clit, rubbing it gently. “Fuck, you’re so wet, baby. You like this shit, huh? You weren’t lying, you did miss me.”
“Yes…” I whimper, the sound escaping out of me before I can stop it. My pulse races, breath hitching as I try to steady myself, but it’s useless. He slides in and out of me, each thrust deeper and faster than the last.
“You did miss me—you’re so fucking wet. You like getting fucked outside like the good pretty little slut you are, huh?” He growls, bending over to lick the back of my neck.
“Yes, oh my god,” I cry, feeling the heat rush through my body. His words. His fingers on my throbbing clit. His cock buried deep inside me—it’s too much. My pussy tightens around his cock while he pushes into me hard one final time, as we cum together. My legs tremble as our juices drip down my legs.
I turn around to pull my shorts up, but he steals my attention—shoving his dripping cock back into his underwear. He bites his lip, eyeing me. “Now I get to walk around smelling your pussy on me… all night long.”
His hand finds my waist, holding me there, like he isn’t ready for the moment to end. I won’t admit it to him—but I’m not either.
He presses his lips to mine, slower this time, lingering until the world fades again. His thumb grazes over my bottom lip before he finally pulls back. “We better ride back before Cairo loses his mind looking for you,” he murmurs, voice still rough. “The guy’s mad stingy when it comes to sharing I swear.”
A laugh escapes me, my fingers curling around the strap of his overalls. “Good idea. You guys sound like you share a lot. I bet Arina’s wondering where I am—if she’s even had a second to think, with King being all up her ass.”
“That’s a story for another day, pretty—but you’re not wrong,” he says quietly, threading our fingers together and guiding me away from the tree.
The horses wait close by, pawing at the dirt obviously annoyed we took too long. Saint glances over his shoulder at me—a look that tells me he’ll be replaying this moment in his head for a while—as he climbs onto his horse. Side by side, we ride back to the center of the party, the sounds of music and horses galloping rising around us.
I can’t stop thinking about why they share. Guys like them don’t need to—they can easily have anyone. But I guess once you experience a girl unraveling under four hands instead of just your hands… it’s hard to go back. Dominance like that probably feeds something in them.
The glow of string lights pulls us back into the heart of the party, our little secret humming quietly between us,hidden beneath the night air and the smell of dust and whiskey.
I spot Cairo by the fire pit, drink clutched loosely in his hand, his gaze slicing through the crowd like he’s tracking prey. The instant he sees us, his jaw clenches. He sets his cup down harder than necessary, the contents splashing onto his hand. From here, I can see him shake it off before crossing his arms, his stare burning straight through me.
King notices too, his arm snug around Arina’s neck. He bumps Cairo with his elbow, flashing a grin that doesn’t quite reach his eyes. I don’t hear the words, but his mouth shapes something close to,Relax, man.
Arina turns at his voice, her grin faltering as curiosity sparks. She doesn’t have to say a damn word—I know that look. The kind only a best friend gives. Half question, half accusation. Full-onspill it, bitch.
I bit back a smirk, sliding down from my horse like nothing is out of the ordinary, even though my soaked shorts say otherwise. Saint stands beside me, clearly unbothered, his hand grazing the small of my back for just a second before he stepping away.
Cairo doesn’t waste any time, closing the space between us, his usual grin replaced by a hard, jealous look that warns me he’s two seconds from losing his shit. “Where the hell you been, Jainey?” he demands, his green eyes burning into me.
Why do their eyes always send heat straight to my core? It’s unfair. He’s pissed and I’m ready to do whatever he wants me just that sexy ass smile of his. I don’t even recognize myself right now. Earlier I could barely look at him without blushing… and now I’m just craving for whatever he wants to do to me. Good or bad.
“We were just taking a ride, calm down. You should see how big this ranch is—it’s beautiful.” I say, placing my hand on his cheek to soften him.
God, he’s even more beautiful when he’s upset. Maybe I should piss him off more often. He could bend me backwards and I’d be crying, begging for more without a single complaint. Saint fucking me against that tree has turned me more feral than I realized.
“You had me looking all over like you got lost or something. A ride?” His tone dark with disbelief as his gaze slides from me to Saint, then back. “That’s all it was? You disappear with him, come back flushed and smiling, and I’m just supposed to buy that?”
Saint stays quiet, leaning against the fence like he has no intention of explaining shit. Before I can answer, Arina calls out from behind King, her tone a perfect mix of suspicion and amusement. “Yeah… where have you been?”
This fucking bitch.
