“Mmm,” she mumbles.
“Did you just admit that you love me?” A soft intake of air lets me know that although she said it freely, she may not have meant to say it aloud. After a few moments, her hands slide upmy chest and around my neck, tugging at the wet hair stuck to my damp skin.
“And if I did?” I let my hands trace the curve of her hips and thighs. When I reach her ass, I pull her roughly against me.
“In the beginning, it was the thrill of chasing you, of having you, of tasting you that kept me going.” Trailing my fingers over her back, I twist her long braid around my fist and tip her head back until I feel her lips against mine. “But since our first kiss, you’ve marked me, claimed me. And there isn’t a world where I’m still standing that you aren’t mine.”
hannah
A soft whimperleaves my lips, his words heating my chilled skin. Suddenly, the heat of the blanket around us is stifling. We sit in silence for a moment, each realizing that we’ve just admitted something that breaks all the rules we put in place. I wait for the racing of my heart and regret to sink in, reminding me of the mistake I just made. But I’m only met with a peaceful rush of heat that radiates from my heart out through my chilled skin. And I’m perfectly content with it. He just told me that there isn’t a world where we don’t belong together, and that admission fused a fractured part of me that I didn’t think would ever heal. I shove the blanket from around us, the cool air doing little to calm the fire that licks at my skin to have him, here and now. The rain has let up slightly, fat drops slowly splattering the dirt around us. The dark clouds have lifted enough to let the light from the moon cast a soft, white glow around us. I take in his shadowed features before slamming my lips against his. He opens without hesitation, taking my tongue deep into his mouth, sucking at me, pulling me into him like the force that he is. His fingers dig into my ass, the other hand pulling my hair.
In an instant, he stands, holding me, still wrapped around his body. I hook my boots behind his lower back and draw him into me, feeling him between my legs spurring me on. He pulls away just long enough to tie the reins of our horses around a low branch, then his lips are back on mine. Both hands finally free to seek shelter under my shirt against my skin. His hands are frozen, causing me to gasp and jerk against him. The playful smirk on his face falls instantly when he looks at me, eyes snapping to my hairline. Spinning me, he pins me to the trunk of the tree, rough bark digging into my back. His fingertips brush my hair away and I wince as a sharp pain spreads across my forehead.
“What happened?” Eyes that were once hooded turn dark, his voice shaking with anger.
“What?” Another slice of pain makes my eyes blur. Pulling my hand away from my hairline, dark red coats my fingers. “Oh, um, the thunder scared Queen. She bucked and her front hoof hit me. I’m ok,” I reassure him—leaving out the part where I woke up a few moments later, red streaking through my vision as I raced into the clearing to coax her back to me. I did my best to control the bleeding while hiding under Queen, trying to seek any shelter I could. Dean’s touch is gentle as he checks me over for any other injuries, and I try not to cry thinking about how terrified I was. How fucking relieved I am to see him, although at first I thought I was imagining him. “Dean,” I whisper, pulling his hands back to mine. “I’m ok.” I trace the dimple in his chin and up along his jaw, his eyes closing. But when they open again, the gentle Dean from a moment ago is gone, his gaze full of rage.
“Don’t ever do that to me again, you hear me.” It’s not a question, but a demand. The roughness in his voice causes my pussy to clench in response. I barely have time to nod before his erection presses between my legs and his mouth is back on mine. When he latches onto my neck, I moan, pulling him with myheels, begging for him to be closer. “You don’t have to be quiet out here, Hannah. Told you before I’m not a gentle fuck, and I don’t plan to change that tonight.”
“Yes,” I say on an exhale, his tongue making a path along my collarbone.
“I’m pissed at you.” He says each word with emphasis as he unzips my jacket, untucks my shirt, and undoes the button of my jeans. Wasting no time, he slides his hand between us, rubbing the part of me that aches for him.
“Punish me,” I whisper in his ear. His eyes snap to mine, giving me a moment to back down. But I don’t. Instead, I rock against his hand, biting my lip, eyes locked on his. He drops me to the ground before tugging his jeans down, leaving them in a heap at his ankles. I kick my boots and jeans off a second before he hauls me back into his arms and slams me back against the tree. My jacket and shirt are gone a moment later, and I’m left straddling my cowboy with my back against a tree, in the middle of nowhere during a rainstorm. And I’m fucking ready. His eyes roam over my lace bra, letting out a groan when he reaches behind me and unclasps it, letting it fall to the ground.
We’re a tempest of our own, lips pressed together, tongues leaving wet trails on the others skin. My chest will be a mess of scratches from his beard tomorrow, but tonight it’s not enough. I want more,needmore. The pain only intensifies the pure lust that licks at my insides to pull him into me, letting him consume me in a way that only someone as wild as myself can. He matches me stride for stride in everything, like he wants to walk beside me, not in front of me. And knowing that a man like that wants me is a feeling I want to cling to for the rest of my life.
“Dean…” I let out between kisses. “I need you.” His hand cracks against my bare ass, and I yelp in surprise. Soothing it with his fingers, his eyes narrow before he speaks in a voice so low it blends with the thunder rolling across the sky.
“When I’m good and ready, darlin’. You disappear without a word and leave me racing through the rain to find you. It’s my turn to torture you for a while longer.” The next thing I know, he’s dropping to his knees, throwing my legs over his shoulders. Then he devours me. He tongue fucks me like he’s never tasted anything so good in his life. I feel the spring wind tighter and tighter inside me. Gripping his hair and pulling, I scream as I implode, white hot heat running through me. “I ain’t done with you yet, woman.” Moonlight streams through the trees, my arousal glistening on his lips and chin. I can’t help but tremble in anticipation. My man and his tongue are one thing, but my cowboy and his dick inside me has me dripping with need.
Dean grips my shoulders and spins me, pressing my front into the rough bark, I feel it dig into my skin, the pain a blissful companion to the pleasure he rings out of me. I feel him step behind me, the tip of his cock pressing against my lower back. He tilts my hips back, and the next moment, he’s slamming into me, hard. I cry out, the burn of him stretching me around him and the tree cutting into my chest almost too much to handle. His grip is bruising, but I’d rather have his marks left on me than spend the night out here alone. I scared him, and despite having no way to reach him, he found me. I’ll take my punishment, gladly. For a moment, he stills inside me, giving me time to adjust around him, his forehead rests against the divots between my shoulder blades, and despite the warmth of him behind me, I shiver at the graze of his lips against my flesh. The way his beard tickles my cold skin has me arching into his seeking his body heat. “That’s my girl,” he growls against my shoulder, causing me to push into him again. His palm slams against the tree by my head, the last thread he had on his control snapping at the same time more lighting strikes across the valley.
As he pounds into me, I push back into him, his growl of approval pushing me closer to another climax. I look back overmy shoulder at him and find him watching me, those stormy eyes full of hunger. We match each other thrust for thrust. When he pushes into me, I push back on him, pulling him deeper into me. Mud squelches between my toes, our moans and skin coming together are the only sounds I can hear. He once told me he liked me dirty, and goodGoddo I feel dirty right now. Dirty in the best kind of way. Just as I’m about to tumble over the edge again, he pulls out of me. A dark chuckle leaves his lips at the sound of my protest. He turns me in his arms, again lifting me around him. He bends down to kiss my chest, and when he pulls back, his lips are painted deep crimson, glinting in the low light of the moon, making his features sink into the shadows.
“Dean!” My fingertips graze over his mouth and come away the same color. His tongue darts out for a taste, then his eyes dip down to my bare chest. Following his gaze, I see scratches all across my chest, some deep enough to emit drops of blood. Rain falls on me, pooling with my blood and running between my breasts. I watch as Dean’s eyes flare with lust, a flash of possession crosses his face before he draws two fingers across my exposed breasts. Pulling away, he rubs his fingers together, smearing my blood over his skin.
“Fuck, woman,” he growls before driving into my sex with so much force my back arches towards him, pressing my tits into his chest. At the sound of a sharp click, my head snaps forward. The moon light glints off the blade of a small pocket knife before he slides the sharp end over his palm. I gasp in shock, watching the trail of blood collect behind it. Dropping the knife to the ground, Dean rests his cut hand over my chest, our blood mixing together, his pace never faltering. I know deep down that part of me should be revolted at the pure carnal act of his blood spilling over my skin, but my pussy clenches at the touch of his palm sliding over my breasts. It’s so primal, and I feel totally and utterlyclaimed. I stumble over words to say, settling onsaying nothing but matching him by flexing my hips every time he slams into me. His palm never leaves my skin, not until after he pulses inside of me with a grunt, and I let my head fall back as waves of heat crash over me. His fingers massage my ass, those stormy eyes staring into mine as we find our breath again.
After we dress in our wet clothes, Dean catches me around the waist before I can throw my leg over Queen.
“You’re riding with me, darlin’.” His deep voice washes over my skin. I open my mouth to protest, but feel the exhaustion settling in. Nodding, I follow him to Ghost. Dean helps me up then hops up behind me, his thighs cradling me against him. I let my head fall back and rest in the space between his cheek and shoulder. His soft lips kiss me gently. “Let’s get back before the next storm breaks.” He motions to the dark clouds gathering quickly over the peak of the mountains. Ghost carries the two of us as if he’s out for a quiet ride, effortlessly. The light of the moon slowly fades away as the storm grows closer. Like he can feel my apprehension, Dean holds me closer against him, whispering quietly to me, “I’ve got you, baby.” And I believe him.
We ride in silence, both of us fighting off exhaustion. Ghost’s hooves scraping over the rocks and mud, splashing beneath us, lulling me into a haze. My eyelids grow heavy as I sag against Dean’s solid chest. What feels like an eternity, later my phone buzzes in my jacket pocket. “We’ve got service!” I squeal in excitement. That means the parking lot isn’t too far off. Nearly dropping my phone with relief, I clutch it against my chest, only holding it out a few inches in front of me. Seven missed calls and countless texts from Matty wondering where I am and if I’m ok. One text that reads:
Your man is on his way. I should worry about you with that one. But something tells me you’re in good hands.
For the first time tonight, I’m grateful for the cloud cover so Dean can’t see my cheeks flame. He’s good with his hands alright, and that mouth, good Lord. I read the rest of Matty’s texts, telling me to call him the second I have service to let him know I’m ok. Typing out a quick reply, I exit back to my main screen and notice a text from someone already saved in my phone, the name simply reads “D”. A call and two texts came in not long after Matty’s.
Where are you?
Darlin’ don’t play with me.
I only know one person who calls me darlin’, and he’s sitting right behind me. Turning to look over my shoulder at him, I angle my phone towards Dean.
“Is this you?” I ask, pointing at the number. His eyes focus on the screen before lifting his head back to the trail.
“It is.”
