Her head shakes in negation, but she's smiling as she passes me one of the bottles before sitting down next to me on the blanket.
I dig into the bag of food and pass her a sandwich, coleslaw, and the pumpkin bar, trying to decide the best way to apologize.
She had every right to be angry about what happened. I hadn’t been careful enough, and I should have known to turn my phone off. Guilt swirls in my stomach as I remember the name that had flashed across the screen before I’d silenced it.Fucking Hannah.
“I’m sorry I butted in with Luci," I say before swallowing the rest of my pride. "I thought he was ready to ride out of the training paddock, but I was wrong and not turning off my phone when I was riding him was reckless.”
The tense set of her shoulders relaxes as her eyes hold mine. “I’m careful with my horses for good reason, Wes. They’re my entire life.”
I nod. “I promise it won’t happen again. I know what the horses mean to you,” I say sincerely.
Her fathomless blue eyes scan my face, and she lets loose a resigned sigh. “Good. Let’s eat.”
We tuck into the food that Mrs. Mackey made up for us. She’d been pleased as punch when I called her first thing this morning, asking if it was too much to ask for her to put together a little picnic for me and Sawyer. She’d chattered excitedly over the phone, exclaiming that she’d heard all about how we’d danced together at Fall Fest.The way she toldit, they needed a firehose to put out the flames burning in our wake as we danced together.
News sure traveled fast in this tiny town, but at the moment, I didn’t mind so much. Especially when Mrs. Mackey seemed to love the idea of things suddenly heating up between me and Sawyer.
The food is, of course, delicious and Sawyer’s little hums of delight as she takes bites from each dish makes me twitch in anticipation as I recall how she’d made that same sound while her mouth was around my cock less than an hour ago. How amI already getting semi-hard again at that thought?
After we both finish our meal, Sawyer picks up the dessert and takes a bite. Her eyes roll into the back of her head, and she moans. “You have to try yours, Wes. This is probably the best thing I’ve ever tasted.”
I give her a crooked grin. “I can think of something that tastes even better.”
“Impossible,” she says.
“Hm. I’ll taste both to be sure.” I tear off a piece of pumpkin bar with a thick glob of cream cheese frosting and shove it in my mouth, chewing thoroughly and swallowing.
“Well?” she asks in anticipation. “What could possibly top that?”
“Only one thing.” I crawl towards her on my hands and knees, feeling like a predator ready to devour his prey.
She giggles in discomfort. “No way do I compare to this.”
“Guess I’ll have to taste you again to be sure, but I’m pretty sure you taste like a slice of heaven that was made just for me.”
Her eyes darken in lust, and my fingers find the button of her jeans. I tear them down her legs, eager to get a good long look at her.
“Wes,” she pants, her voice a soft whisper.
“Don’t worry, honey. You can finish your dessert while I eat mine.”
She lets out a breathless laugh, and I coax her legs apart, fingers trailing through her trimmed hair before dipping one inside of her. She gasps as she rocks against my hand, her dessert lying forgotten on the picnic blanket. Her hips lift off the floor and I hook my arm around her thigh and pull her to my mouth.
My tongue sweeps over her clit and her taste explodes in my mouth, dragging a feral sound from my throat. “Fuck, Red. You’re so much better than anything Mrs. Mackey could ever cook up in the kitchen.”
I slip another finger inside her and hers thread through my hair, urging me to stop talking and put my tongue to better use. She breathes a sigh of relief when I suck her clit into my mouth. My name pours from her lips like honey when I stroke her inner walls, curling my fingers upward as I slowly thrust in and out of her.
I smile against her pussy. “You gonna scream for me when you come on my fingers?” I give her clit a lazy lick, slowing down my rhythm to draw out her pleasure.
“If you do it right,” she says, goading me as she grinds against my face, desperate for the release I’m holding just out of her reach.
The clouds from the brief rain shower have moved on, and moonlight filters through the curtains, painting her face in an ethereal glow. She’s beautiful splayed out on the picnic blanket for me to consume. Freckles decorate every inch of her skin, and I want to spend time tracing them as if they’re new constellations to discover.
I add a third finger, watching the way she stretches around me, pink and wet and so damn needy for me. My erection presses uncomfortably against the hard floor, and my balls ache even though I came less than an hour ago. I’m damn tempted to whip my dick out and pound into her right here in the living room.
I remind myself I just had her perfect lips wrapped around me. I can wait.
I press my mouth back to her and flick her sensitive flesh gently with my tongue while my fingers pump into her. That beautiful pink flush creeps into her cheeks, and her short nails dig sharply into my forearms as she chants, “Yes, Wes. Yes.”
