His rough palm slides down my arm and tickles my ribs as he slides down over my hip, making me flinch.
“Ticklish, darlin’?” His voice is low and gruff in my ear.
I think I’ve lost the ability to talk and all I can manage is, “MmmHmm.”
His hot, rough palm moves over my stomach, the callouses scratching my skin, and when his finger touches my clit I suck in a gasp and nearly come apart.
“Mmm, it sounds like you need to come, darlin’.” He slides his finger between my folds and into me, as he presses the heel of his palm against my clit, “Don’t worry, I’m gonna make you come over and over tonight.”
I want him inside of me so bad that I’m grinding my ass against him, my hips have a mind of their own as they move against his hand, he slides another large finger inside of me and starts to slowly pump into me.
The building tsunami in my core is driving all rational thought from my mind and all I can focus on is his hand expertly working me like he already knows every inch of me.
“Oh, fuck. Yes.” I moan as I let my head fall back against him and I squeeze his fingers before wave after wave of delicious pleasure washes over me.
He waits for my orgasm to finish before he pulls his fingers out and I let my forehead rest against the door. He grabs his jeans from the floor and I hear the condom wrapper rustling before he spins me around to face him.
His blue eyes are shining and his hands slide down my hips to the back of my thighs before he picks me up, my thighs tighten around his hips just before he starts to push into me. Our moans fill the room as he fills me and his lips find mine again.
He swallows my gasp at his size and my fingers dig into the skin on his shoulders, he gives me a minute to adjust, the stretch almost painful.
I squeeze his shoulders as he thoroughly kisses me. Everything about him is big and hard, and I roll my hips into him as he starts to slowly move in me.
His lips work their way along my jaw, his whiskers scratching my cheek, “Fuck, darlin’, you’re so damned tight.”
***
His breathing is deep and even and I slowly start to slide to the edge of the bed. I’m not sure how many times he made me come, but he was true to his word when he said he was going to make me come over and over. The tenderness between my legs is painful but in the best possible way.
I quietly find my clothes, but I can’t find my panties anywhere, there’s not a chance that I’m turning on a light to find them so I put on my other clothes and silently slip from the room. As the door clicks closed and I walk down the hall, I realize that I never asked his name and he never asked mine. He only called me darlin’ the whole night.
When I get back to the ranch, the sky is just barely lighting the sky in gray-blue and only the biggest stars are still visible. I park the old pickup in its usual place next to the house at the back door and sneak in as quietly as possible, passing through the kitchen to go up the back stairs.
“Have a good night?”
My shoulders fall when I hear Gray’s voice and I stop, letting my head fall back. Shit. Spinning on my toes, I turn to see Gray sitting at the breakfast nook on the other side of thekitchen with the newspaper and a cup of coffee.
“Mornin’,” I say, trying to keep the shame out of my voice, the flush creeping up my neck to my cheeks. If I pretend that I’m not taking the walk of shame then it’s true. No matter how red my cheeks are.
He folds the top part of the paper down and it’s obvious he’s hiding a smirk, his eyes move to my neck and he lifts his paper back up, “You better cover that up before Tucker comes down or you’ll never hear the end of it.”
A slight panic moves through my gut and I pivot to stand in front of the cabinet and see my reflection in the glass of the door. Damn it! There’s a hickie on my neck and I slap my hand over it.
“Let me get changed and I’ll be right down to start breakfast,” I mumble and rush to the stairs.
Even with the foundation on my neck, Tucker, Gray’s youngest brother, winks, not even attempting to hide his smirk when I start setting all the breakfast plates on the table.
Another flush of embarrassment travels over me and I feel my skin turn hot and red. Regardless, I’m happy when breakfast is finally over and I don’t have to see his smirks anymore.
As I’m cleaning the dishes to put in the dishwasher, I hear the front door open and close, no one uses the front door, and I do a mental tally of everyone that was at the table. Gray and Tucker were the first at the table, as usual, then Marley came down and ate her usual oatmeal, Breanna made herself a bacon and egg biscuit on the go as she left for class. Kinley never comes to the house for breakfast.
Gray’s daughter, Lainey Rai, was at the table with her Australian Shepherd, Wilson, for all of three minutes before she started asking Gray if she could be excused to go to the stables before school.
Grabbing a towel from the counter, I dry my sudsy handsand turn to see who came in.
My eyes go wide in shock when the reason for my deliciously achy muscles and the smile on my face walks into the kitchen and stops short, his head jerking back like someone slapped him. He’s as mouthwateringly gorgeous as he was when I left him a few hours ago.
He’s in a blue t-shirt that makes his eyes look even bluer with a flannel shirt over it, unbuttoned, and the sleeves rolled up to his elbows.
