Breathing through my nose, I wait out the stinging of being stretched so wide.
And then, sensing my body has settled into his size before I do, Hendricks unleashes himself.
Stroke after long, deep stroke, his eyes never leave mine. He memorizes every expression my face makes, adjusting his moves until I make them again. He murmurs sweet nothings in my ear, only to follow them up with, “You’re so fucking desperate for my cock, Story. Look at you.”
It’s those words, growled into the crook of my neck, that really get me wet. They make my skin hum. And he knows. He can read my body like a map. Tweaked nipple here, grind of my clit there, and I’m clawing hisback.
“I’ve imagined you like this since I knew what it meant, what we could be together.”
Kneeling up, he props one leg around his hip, gaining purchase. My fists bunch the sheets, desperate to stop myself from being pummeled up the mattress.
“But it’s so. Much. Better.” He punctuates each word with a thrust that has me spinning.
I can barely catch my breath, let alone form words to respond. My back bows like I was a contortionist in a previous life, meeting each punishing drive forward. Those powerful hips and thighs I watched control six different horses yesterday now control me.
His eyes meet mine with an intensity I’ve never seen in Hendricks before, his irises almost completely swallowed. It’s carnal. It’s possessive. And I fucking love it.
He’s mine. I’m his. I’vealwaysbeen his.
It’s our undoing.
My pussy spasms around him, and his fingers bruise my thighs as he fucks me relentlessly until he empties himself inside me with such force, I swear I taste him in the back of my throat.
He collapses to the side with a hoarse, “Fuck.”
I’ve barely caught my breath before I sense him moving next to me, and I wait to see if he leaves. Instead, he shifts closer, wraps himself around me, and after a whispered good night, the bristle of his stubble brushing against my cheek with a kiss, I fall into a dreamless sleep.
When I wake, Hendricks is gone, but next to the bed is a fresh bottle of water, electrolytes, more painkillers, and a note.
Drink this.
CHAPTER 26
Hendricks
“Hey, I’ve been looking for you everywhere.”
I turn in the direction of Miles’s voice. “Well, you found me.”
He leans over the metal gate and peers into the stall where I’m checking on one of our pregnant heifers. I don’t need to see him to know he’s staring at me, wondering why I haven’t answered his messages this morning.
Peeling off the protective gloves, I toss them into the rubbish bin and give Daisy a hard pat. “Good girl. Baby is looking on track. He’ll be here soon.”
“A boy, eh?”
I nod, dropping my stethoscope into my vet bag. “Yup.”
He frowns, leaning so far on the gate he’s practically swinging. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing.”
“Something is . . .” His head tilts, and I know he’s trying to figure it out. He once convinced himself we could read each other’s minds, but thankfully, while we can communicate silently, our abilities don’t stretchthat far.
My mind is not the place for him to be right now.
“And, I’m guessing, our drunk overnight guest?”
I stifle a smile because he’s half correct.
