I make her brush her teeth, and I do the same before we get settled beneath the covers. Pulling her so her back is to my front, my eyes drift closed.
“I’ll miss you when you’re gone,” she whispers.
An ache forms in my chest.
“I’ll miss you too.”
More than she’ll ever know.
Chapter 25
Addison’s timeon the ranch is coming to an end, and I’m not ready. In four days, she’ll be leaving. The season is slowing down with school starting and fall approaching. The colder the days get, the heavier my heart is.
I don’t want her to leave.
We’ve settled into a routine. In the mornings, Addison wakes me up with gentle kisses all over my face and neck, pulling me from deeper sleep than I’ve gotten in ages. Then, we make breakfast and coffee together while stealing kisses and casual brushes of our hands together.
After dinner, we come back home, trading sensual touches in the shower that sometimes lead to more. Some days, we’re so exhausted that all we do is fall into bed. We debrief about our days before sleep overtakes us, all while curled up against each other. On our days off, we lie in bed and trade orgasms until our bodies demand fuel.
It’s been the sweetest torture to have this time with her, knowing that in four days, I’ll have to go back to being on my own. I’ll fall asleep alone in my cold bed, shower by myself, and spend my days reminiscing about my time with the girl I’m in love with.
I’ve gotten to a point where I can finally admit to myself that when she leaves, she’ll be taking a huge piece of me with her—one I don’t think I’ll ever be able to recover. Whoever comes after her won’t get my entire heart. Part of it will be with Addison.
She’s talked to Oscar, Cillian, and Bea’s dad, and he gifted her an old horse trailer that needed a bit of a facelift but is safe and secure enough for Athena to travel in. We spent the last two days cleaning it out and getting it ready for them to travel.
Her departure is starting to feel real, and I hate it.
We finished sending off the last guests we had this week, and I’m helping Kathy clear cabins so we can be done in time for Addison, Oakley, Briggs, Rusty, and me to head to The Mule for one last night before they leave. Briggs and Rusty aren’t going far, just moving over to work at Reclamation Ranch. The Hayeses and McCains offered them a permanent job after my dad raved about how helpful they were.
Part of me wishes Daddy would offer Addison a permanent job here, but I know this isn’t where she wants to be. She called her old trainer and already has arrangements to stay at the training facility in Nevada while she gets Athena into competing shape.
As I strip the beds, the door to the cabin creaks open, and Addison fills the doorway. She’s not wearing a hat today, and I can see droplets of sweat beading on her brow and she’s breathing like she ran over here. Her footfall is heavy across the floor as she makes her way to me. I don’t have time to ask her what she’s doing before she’s ripping the sheets from my hands, pressing me up against the wall, and mauling my mouth.
She doesn’t waste any time teasing my lips open with her tongue, and I’m a willing participant, parting for her immediately. There’s an urgency in her kiss, like we’re on borrowed time and she’s going to make the most out of it. She works a thigh between my legs, rendering me immobilized as our tongues dance.
One of her hands slides up beneath the Forget Me Not Ranch shirt I’m wearing, pulling my bra cup down so she can rub herthumb along my nipple. Pleasure sends goose bumps skittering across my skin, and I moan into her mouth. She kisses me harder, my sounds spurring her on as my hips take on a mind of their own and grind against her leg. I’m extra glad I decided to wear a skirt today. The fabric rides up around my thighs as the rough denim of her jeans rubs me through my underwear, catching my clit and sending fresh waves of lust through me.
If she keeps this up, I’m going to leave a wet spot on her pants.
Addison pulls back, gripping the flowy black fabric and pushing it around my waist. I’m sure the pale pink panties I’m wearing are nearly translucent now with how turned on I am, and I don’t care.
“Damn it, Juniper. My only intention was to kiss you senseless—not fuck you—but how can I resist when your pussy’s soaked for me? Look at the mess you’re leaving on my jeans.”
I look over the swell of my belly to see that I have indeed left a small damp spot on the material of her pants. She could play it off as her spilling something, but if I keep going, it’s only going to get messier.
“I’m sorry,” I say breathlessly. I’m far from sorry, but I can’t muster any other words when I’mso closejust from grinding on her thigh.
“No, you’re not. If you were, you wouldn’t be moving your hips even more. Are you going to come from a little thigh action?”
“Yes.” Embarrassment shouldn’t add to my arousal, but her teasing always riles me up.
“Do it, sunshine. Come on my thigh, then you can taste the mess you made on my jeans.”
Addison tweaks my nipple as I grind myself harder, the spot growing damper, making my glide easier. My pussy clenches around nothing as my climax rocks through me. My head thuds against the wall as pleasure zips through my veins, and my hips stutter.
She kisses me as my orgasm subsides, then removes her thighand helps me steady myself before she steps back. My face, already flushed from my orgasm, heats further when I’m confronted with the evidence of what happened. The wet patch on her thigh is obscene, made even more so when she rubs her fingers along the length of it and presses them into my mouth.
“Taste yourself. Taste how impatient your cunt is. Didn’t even take ten minutes to have you coming on my thigh.”
