He pulled out almost all the way, and his eyes met hers as he drove into her over and over, his muscles rock hard with the effort. He was so deep, so utterly entwined with her, and she grappled for his shoulders to hold on, his efforts moving the entire stack of hay bales behind them. She briefly wondered if it would topple, her back rubbing against the spiked ends of the bales, her shirt rucked up.
“I can feel you, Liz. You’re so close, and you feel so fucking good. Come for me,” he gasped, his breath hot against her ear.
She stopped caring about the haystack or if her skin was getting scratched to heck, as an orgasm took over her entire body with his words and his next thrust into her. Ripples of pleasure flew over her skin when she exploded, his knowing smile into her neck replaced by teeth as she shook.
He was going to come too. She could sense it, the tightening of his hands, the uplift in his thrust, the guttural, deep moans as he took his pleasure. He slowed down, gritting his teeth.
“Don’t stop. I want you to come like this,” she whispered, digging her fingernails into his shoulders.
“Oh god, Liz. I’m going to . . . I need to pull out,” he gasped.
“I want to feel you come. Damn the consequences. Come inside me.”
He leaned back enough to look into her eyes, and she met them, completely and utterly certain about her impulsive decision. Damn the consequences indeed, because she wasn’t ready to let him go, wanted to feel how he felt, breathe with him, shake with him.
“Are you sure?” he asked, attempting control as she squeezed him from inside. “Goddamn it, Liz I’m going to fucking explode right now if you say yes because, damn it, I—”
“Yes. Fuck, yes, Jake. Fill me,” she begged, and he pushed her back, holding her tight, nose to nose with her, eyes boring into hers as he emptied himself into her, his back muscles rippling, his hips tight against her as he came.
“You are so perfect, I fucking need you,” he growled as he thrust into her once more, rendering her boneless as another orgasm took hold of her, stronger than the last one, this one fueled by the declaration between them.
She collapsed against the hay, utterly defenseless as he gently set her down, sliding out of her, the result of their lovemaking wet against her inner thighs. He leaned along her length, kissing her gently, hands stroking her hair, and she held his face in her hands as more tears made their way down her cheeks.
She was in love, and she wasn’t scared. Letting go, letting him in, had released some sort of seal. The emotional response was overwhelming her.
“What is it?” he asked, concerned, peering into her face. “What?”
“I fucking need you too. Which is insane and—” She sniffled, unsure of how to explain what was bouncing around in her body.
He blinked, taken off guard, and wrapped her in his arms, effectively silencing her. Their heads bent into each other’s necks, wrapping all the emotion into an embrace that would hold them together in the face of what they had said. As their breathing settled and the heat of what they’d just done slowly dissipated into the breeze coming from the open window, she checked in with herself.
He had said he needed her, and it was okay. Where it went from here, she didn’t know. As he’d said, they’d cross that bridge when they got to it. Together.
He released her from his arms and stooped to pick up his jeans, still wrapped around his ankles. She smiled at him as she hopped back into her pants and wiggled a little as she did up the buttons. He side-eyed her as she did, and ran a hand over her butt, smacking it. “I like these jeans on you, they’re tight,” he said.
She laughed, which felt damned good, easing the pressure in her chest and giving her a shot of energy as she tiptoed over the floor to find her boots, which were halfway across the loft where they’d been thrown. The heavy was over. Now they could move on and just go with whatever this ended up being. Which was pretty fucking serious, almost as if they’d said thatLword.
Which they had, indirectly, maybe.Holy shit.
“Your mom ordered pizza. Wanna go eat?” he asked, holding out a hand when she finished pulling her boots back on. She nodded and took it, picking hay out of her hair as they walked to the door.
Chapter Thirty-three
A week later
“Hang on, Frank, I can barely hear you,” Jake yelled into his phone. He was managing to hold the phone to his ear in one hand, the reins of the horse he was on in the other. He made a face at Liz, who was laughing as she moved her horse back over to him. Wordlessly, she gestured, and he handed his reins over so she could hold his horse for him.
“I said I have some ideas I want to run past you,” Frank repeated into the phone. “Where the heck are you?”
Where was he? In the middle of fucking nowhere, on a horse, the wind whipping around them, the sun out in full force. He and Liz had decided to play hooky today, get on some horses, and ride into the foothills at the very back of the ranch.
That, and have hot, loud, uninhibited sex under a massive old tree overlooking the path down to a valley. Perks of being the boss, he supposed.
Jake winked, throwing a grin at Liz. “I’m on a horse, Frank, if you can believe it. Out for a ride with a beautiful woman,” he replied, and Liz rolled her eyes at him, catching the innuendo.
“Well, then, I won’t keep you. Call me when you have your own two feet firmly planted again.” Frank laughed and ended the call before Jake could say another word.
Jake stuffed his phone into his jacket pocket and took the reins back from Liz, who was now giving him that look that said if he didn’t spill, she’d kill him. Her mother had much the same look.
