Chapter Six
Wade
I’m frozen in the doorway, wondering if I’m dreaming or falling into some kind of unconscious wet dream. Either way, I’m pretty sure I’m embarrassingly close to coming in my jeans.
“I’ll, ugh, I’ll get out of your way. I just needed to grab the oil for the saddle. I forgot I brought it in by accident the other night. Jasper is in the mudroom playing with the barn cat that’s not supposed to be in the house.”
I don’t even know what I’m saying. I only know that I can’t look away from her big, full breasts floating in the suds.
She swallows hard and looks away before dropping her gaze to my hard cock. “Do you like what you see?”
My lips pinch together, and I’m wholeheartedly unsure of how to answer. On one hand, she knows the truth already. My fucking Pinocchio-like cock is telling that story loud and clear. On the other hand, I don’t want her to leave, so bending her over and fucking her little, pink pussy isn’t the right move either.
“It’s obvious you do.” She leans up from the tub slowly, bubbles moving around her curved frame. “You don’t have to deny it.”
Fuck.She wants this as badly as I do. That, or she’s confused by the wealth of emotions she’s gone through over the last few days.
I’m not sure right now it matters. I can’t make anything out of any of this. It’s too fucked up.
“Okay,” I clear my throat, “but if I start being honest, things might get weird.”
“I like weird.” She bites back the cutest, little smile. “I like weird a lot.”
Okay, maybe I can make something out of this.
I step inside the bathroom and close the door behind me, my hand rubbing the hard ridge of my cock as I watch her soft body move in the suds like a fucking dream. “You don’t know what you’re asking for, honey. I haven’t been touched in years. You take the guardrails off, I might do things to you that make you question staying, and I need you to stay.”
She looks up at me, blinking through long lashes. “Do you think about me? Like before this? Is that why you came to check on me last night? Were you really stalking me?”
“You sure you want the answer?”
Her hair falls off her shoulder as she nods.
I take in a deep breath, trying to configure my thoughts before I speak, but I’m not sure the attempt helps much. “Yes, I was really stalking you, and you’ve been the object of my fantasies for months. I’d say since you started cutting my hair.”
She staggers in a breath, her eyelids heavy. “And what happens in your fantasies?”
I bite back a grin. “Oh, honey. If this were a fantasy, I’d tell you to take my cock in your pretty little mouth, and I’d fuck your face until my come was dripping off your chin.”
She moves her hand away from her chest, exposing dark purple nipples. “What else?” Her fingertip grazes over the hard ridge in my jeans, leaving behind a streak of water.
“I’d lay you back, I’d spread those thick thighs, and I’d eat that pussy until you were begging me to stop. Then, I’d sinkinside of you, and I’d make you scream out my name while I made you mine.”
Her eyes never leave my gaze. “What happens when I’m yours?”
“You’re safe.” I land my hand on the side of her face. “You’re protected. You bring home strays and you don’t worry about what I think. You be yourself and I love you for it.”
She’s staring at me as she reaches up for my hand, her soaking, nude body rising from the water like some kind of goddess I know for a fucking fact I won’t be able to control myself around.
Her heavy round breasts, dripping wet. Her long blonde hair, soaked at the ends. Her soft little slit, deliciously pink.
I lean in, pressing her soaking body against mine as I drag my hand down over the curve of her hips and land on her thick ass.
“Fuck,” I groan against the lobe of her ear before nibbling my way down her shoulder and onto her mouth. I’ve thought about this moment for so long and now it’s here.
She sighs softly as our lips meet.
I haven’t kissed a woman in years.Not like this.Never like this.
