Until now.
“Now, be a good girl, Maisey, and come for me,” I command.
My words push her over the edge. She clamps down so hard on my fingers that I can barely move them, her body convulsing. I catch her mouth with mine a second before she screams my name on her release.
Can’t have her scaring the horses, after all.
Her tremors are just starting to ease when I give her clit a quick, sharp pinch. Just a little. Just enough to send her flying again.
“Oh…” is all she can manage when I finally pull my soaked hand from her dripping pussy.
“Good girl.” I take a second to stroke her, rubbing her slick over her swollen folds in slow, easy circles, easing her panties back into place with a final pat, despite the fact they’re completely ruined.
“Letting go like that,” I murmur my pleasure in her ear, kissing her lobe gently. “You came so hard for me.”
I feel the shiver run through her at the praise, her whole body almost vibrating with it.
And then I feel her go still.
Her gaze flicks toward the open doorway, to the aisle, to the world outside this stall. Anyone could have walked in.
Her cheeks flame, but she squeezes her thighs together, trapping the mess I’ve made of her.
“You thinking about that, sweetheart?” I ask softly. “How close somebody might’ve come to catching you like this?”
She swallows, nods once, and I feel her pulse jump under my hand.
Yeah. She likes it.
Chapter Nine
Maisey
Three Weeks Later…
It didn’t take long for ranch life to stop feeling temporary. In fact, it was all too easy for Rock Creek Ranch to start feeling like home and for me to fall into the rhythm of waking up with the sunrise or with Travis’s hands reaching for me, pulling me into his hard chest and his even harder dick.
Morning sex wasn’t something I’d ever enjoyed.
Until now.
Then again, I’ve never enjoyedanysex the way I did with Travis. Somehow, over the last few weeks, I’d become completely insatiable. A detail that seemed to suit him just fine, because my cowboy’s desire for me only seemed to grow stronger every day.
While Travis was busy with ranch work, I spent my days painting and applying forbig girljobs. Truthfully, the more timethat went on, the fewer jobs I applied for and the more time I spent painting.
But it wasn’t entirely my fault. The number of jobs out there that a recent art history major was actually qualified for was dismally few and far between.
Besides, the amount of inspiration I was surrounded by couldn’t be ignored. My fingers itched to pick up my brushes every day and bring the landscape around me to life with my watercolors.
We’d sent for all of my things, which didn’t amount to much. But I did get my art supplies, and that’s all I really cared about.
Travis had cleared a little corner in our tiny cabin for all my things, but I moved them outside as much as I could. Sometimes, I stayed on the porch; the endless views right out our door were unbelievable. But as time went on, I moved around and even went down to the corral where I started painting my sexy cowboy husband astride Valero. The way he handled the huge stallion with so much ease and confidence was awe-inspiring and an incredible turn-on.
Especially when he looked over at me, watching him, and gave me a look that told me exactly how he planned to handlemethe moment we were alone.
I still couldn’t believe this was my life.
For now.
