I don't.
I take her harder now, rougher, my hips snapping against hers with enough force to make the headboard hit the wall. She's moaning continuously, pushing back to meet every thrust, andthe sight of her—wrecked and wanting and completely mine—drives me higher.
"You're so tight," I groan. "So fucking perfect. You’re mine, Madison. And I’m never letting you go. You understand?"
"Yes—"
"Say it."
"I'm yours." Her voice breaks on a moan. "All yours, Jake."
"That's right." I tug her hair just enough to make her gasp. "My good girl. Taking my cock so well. You were made for this. Made for me."
She's trembling now, her arms starting to give out. I release her hair and grab her hips instead, holding her in place as I pound into her.
"You feel so good," I tell her. "So fucking good. I'm going to spend every night for the rest of my life making you feel like this. Making you scream my name."
"Jake—I'm gonna—"
"I know." I reach around to find her clit, circling it with my fingers. "Come for me, baby."
She shatters with a scream, her whole body convulsing around me. The sensation triggers my own release, and I bury myself deep as I come, her name on my lips.
We collapse together onto the mattress.
For a long moment, neither of us moves. We just lie there, tangled together, breathing hard, completely spent.
Then Madison starts to laugh.
"What?" I manage, lifting my head.
"Nothing." She rolls over to face me, her eyes bright with joy. "I just... I can't believe this is real. Any of it. The truck breaking down, the blizzard, you showing up at the rodeo, this..."
"It's real."
"I know." She traces a finger along my jaw. "That's the crazy part. It's actually real."
I pull her closer, tucking her head under my chin. She fits perfectly, like she was designed to be held exactly like this.
"So," I say. "About that bakery."
She laughs again. "We're really doing this?"
"If you want to."
"I want to." She tips her head back to look at me. "I want all of it, Jake. The bakery. The truck. You." She pauses. "Even Wylde Mountain, which I still think is a ridiculous name for a town."
"It's a perfectly respectable name."
"It sounds feral. Kinda like the men who inhabit it."
"You're impossible."
"You love it."
I kiss her forehead, her nose, her lips. "I really do."
We lie there in the darkness, wrapped around each other, and I feel something I haven't felt in years. Maybe ever.
