“I thought maybe… Emily’s Promise.”
Wilder inhaled sharply, while instant tears pricked my eyes.
“Your mom’s name,” Lily whispered.
“Yeah,” Nash said, his throat bobbing. “I think it fits.”
He was right, it did. She’d always promised we would have a good life, and looking around the table, I knew she’d been right.
Chapter 52
Hands To Myself – Selena Gomez
Cassidy
It had been a week since Nate Jenkins had made us his offer, and it had brought an air of optimism to everyone. It was Spring break, and Gunner was determined that I was spending it on the ranch. He said it was a great opportunity for us to plan for the camp, but I had a feeling it was more wanting me in his bed every night. In fact, I couldn’t remember the last time I’d slept in my own bed, even before school took a break. On the days that Lily went into school we drove in together, otherwise I drove in Gunner’s truck because he said it was safer than my car. I loved how protective he was of me, even if it wasn’t necessary, because it had been a long time since I’d had that.
“Hey, babe.”
As I pushed through the door of the office, Gunner’s face lit up. He turned his chair away from his desk, stretched out his legs and stuck his pen between his teeth, his eyes grazing mybody from the bottom to the top. All with a sexy smirk that had heat pooling in my belly.
“You look beautiful.” He patted his lap. “Fancy taking a perch here for a while?”
“And where’s Ruthie?” I asked, taking a step closer and glancing over at the empty chair.
“Got a couple of days off, you know being Spring break, she’s catching up on some chores while Lucas is here.” He raised an eyebrow when I opened my legs and moved closer to straddle him. “Want me to lock the door?”
“I don’t know, cowboy, do you think we should?” I ran a finger down the center of his chest and the idea of what was underneath his shirt made my fingertips buzz with anticipation.
“I don’t know, I quite like the thrill of maybe being caught...let’s leave it unlocked.” His mouth went to my ear, his teeth nipping at the lobe. “Now that’s decided, what do you prefer?”
“Prefer?” I reached down to pull his shirt and undershirt from the waistband of his jeans. “Not sure I understand.”
“That I fuck you on my desk, Ruthie’s desk or in this chair. Which will it be?”
I shrugged. “Not sure I mind.” I reached for his belt buckle, it was big and heavy, not unlike his very pretty dick. “Or maybe we try all three.” It was a statement. A bold statement but I would never get enough of him. Could never get enough of him, even though we’d already had lazy sex at five-thirty that morning before he’d left me to get to work.
“Oh, Miss. Turner,” he murmured, dropping his arms to the sides of the chair as if giving open access to him. “I think we can manage all of the above.”
“Chair first,” I breathed out.
The chair creaked beneath us as I settled into his lap, the heat between us building with each passing second. My fingersworked quickly at the buckle; the heavy metal warm against my skin as I pulled it free.
“Easy, sweetheart,” Gunner whispered, his voice rough with desire. “We’ve got all day.”
“I know it’s a thrill, but someone could come in at any time.” And patience wasn’t one of my best traits. Not when his hands were sliding up my thighs, pushing my dress higher to discover what waited for him.
“Christ, Cassidy,” he groaned when he realized I was wearing a tiny thong. His calloused fingers traced delicate patterns against sensitive skin, pushing under the lace of my underwear finding me already slick with anticipation. “Were you thinking about this when you got dressed this morning?”
“Maybe,” I admitted, my breath catching as his thumb circled just where I needed him. “Or maybe I just like being spontaneous.”
His mouth found my neck, teeth grazing lightly as two fingers slipped inside me, curling in that perfect way that had me gasping his name. “I’ll never get tired of hearing that sound,” he murmured against my skin.
Working his jeans open, I freed him from the confines of denim, feeling him hot and hard against my palm. The way his breath hitched when I stroked him made my belly swoop with want.
“I need you,” I whispered, shifting to position myself above him.
His hands gripped my hips, guiding me down slowly until we were perfectly joined. For a moment, we stayed still, foreheads pressed together, sharing the same breath.
