I roll my eyes. “This ready?” I ask, referring to the food.
“All yours,” He grins.
It won’t be the last I hear from him on the topic. On a ranch like ours, anything new, whether it’s private or not, will be shared over and over until something new and more interesting comes along.
And I fear there will be nothing more interesting or captivating than Elena fucking De Luca.
CHAPTER 26
Iwake snuggled into Knox’s side, my head on the soft spot between his shoulder and neck, leg thrown over him, all his naked glory on display.
He’s a hard, rough man, rugged, a little wild, and I fucking love it.
My nails scratch down his chest, bumping over the ridges of his abdominal muscles from his hard work on the ranch, and then I follow the hair that trails from his navel to the base of his heavy cock. After we ate, we came back to bed where he claimed me all over again. The insatiable desire unable to be fed quite enough and even now, with the soreness between my legs and finger shaped bruises on my thighs and hips, I’m not nearly full enough of him.
He still sleeps, looking somewhat softer with his eyes closed, the frown lines and stern expression gone with his peace.
I grasp his cock, wrapping my fingers around him, but they don’t quite meet on the other side and pump, my mouth damn near watering at the sight of him. Everything about him is large. He’s double my size and has a cock to match.
He hardens in my hand, so I lean down and lick my tongue across the very tip of him. A groan rumbles out of him, but a glance up shows he’s still sleeping, so I wrap my mouth around his crown, sucking the very tip of him between my lips. I’m not even sure I’ll get this whole thing into my mouth, but I’ll give it a try.
“Fuck.” His sleepy voice sends awareness through me, my skin pebbling at the gravel layering his tone. I suck him as far as I can fit him, swirling my tongue to press it against that sensitive bit just under the crown of him. His hand threads into my hair as he lifts his hips, one arm thrown over his eyes, pleasure tightening his muscles. “Just like that,” He groans.
I hum on his cock, taking the praise, letting it wash through me to pool between my legs. I wrap my hand around the base of him and bob my head, feeling him twitch and jerk against my tongue, his hand tightening in my hair. He pushes my head down, and I immediately gag around him, but he doesn’t stop. He fucks my mouth shamelessly, thrusting between my lips as he holds me there.My eyes stream and my mouth waters, soaking his cock even further.
But his moans and his deep, rough whimpers leave me aching and so wet, I feel my arousal on the insides of my thighs.
“Choke on it, darlin’,” He groans, pushing himself so far into my mouth, he hits the back of my throat. Despite the gagging, I keep going, breathing through my nose as his hand tightens, pulling at my hair tightly enough my scalp burns. “Fuck, you’re going to swallow it all down, Hellion, you’re going to take every drop I feed you.”
I nod eagerly, working harder, faster, pushing him to the limit. He calls out as he comes, hips jerking as he spills himself onto my tongue, and I swallow down every last drop and keep going, wanting more. He goes lax beneath me, and I release him with a wet pop, using my thumb to clean up my mouth and the drop I didn’t quite swallow down.
His blazing eyes hold mine.
“Good morning,” I rasp.
“It will be,” He growls before his body pins mine to the mattress to make that fact.
Riding a horse after riding Knox for severalhours makes for an uncomfortable couple of hours. The soreness between my legs is prevalent as I follow Honey and Knox around the east side of the ranch, checking the fences for any breaks. There was quite a bit of wind last night, so as soon as the clouds cleared this morning and the sun got to work drying the ground, Knox wanted us out checking the perimeter. It's peaceful now, the air light and clear after the storm, though the ground is heavy with moisture, and Apollo's hooves sink slightly with each step, squelching softly.
Knox looks back every few minutes, checking on me, but other than that, there’s a comfortable kind of silence between us. The bite I left on his neck is darker this morning, obvious against his skin, and it makes me beam knowing anyone looking at him will see he’s not theirs to have. I don’t share, and I don’t entertain people trying to take my things.
Because that’s what this is.
He is mine.
But as much as he is mine, I am his too. And I want that; I want it with him.
And when I take my fucking city back, he will be there with me.
“It’s all clear,” Knox says about an hour later, the sun sitting high in the sky as birds sweep through the trees surrounding us. He brings Honey to a stop next to Apollo, facing the opposite direction to me, our knees touching. “I need to head into town today.”
“Will you check the post office?” I ask, wondering if my contact has written back to me yet.
“Why don’t you come with me?” He curls a finger beneath my chin and tilts my face up so he can see my eyes beneath the rim of my hat.
“I can’t.”
“Why not?”
