She scoots out from under me, kneels, turns around, looking over her shoulder, and leans forward, presenting me with the outline of her ass in the darkened room. “Show me what you like…”
I swallow hard, reaching out to trace over her curves, fisting myself in my other hand. So my girl likes a little roleplay, huh? I can go with that. “You want me to go slow with you, Lanie?” I ask softly, finding her tailbone and running my thumb up the full length of her spine.
She arches for me, so fucking perfect in every way. “Whatever you need,” she whispers.
I growl, fitting the head of my cock to her entrance. “Pretty little thing. If you don’t tell me how you want this to go tonight, you’ll be sleeping in my arms and I’ll finish by kissing you, but you won’t earn that nice ache between your legs that you’re craving. Do you understand me?”
She flutters around the head of my cock, her slick gushing against me. “I understand,” she pants.Needy girl.“Don’t go too fast to start. Just—until I get used to you. Please. Then, anything.”
“Anything is a big offer.” I stroke over her body, sliding my hands along the length of her soft, warm flesh as I inchinside her, gritting my teeth at the sensation of her heat clenching around me. “Are you on birth control?”
“I’m on the shot.” She pauses. “I’m safe, Cord. I promise wolves aren’t that sort of mischievous.”
I laugh softly. “Good girl.” I push in another inch as she moans for me and slide my hand to her nape, pushing her head lower until she kisses the mattress. “I’ll go slow for now. Tell me if I’m hurting you.”
“You’re not,” she manages as I edge into her, filling her tight body until I’m fully sheathed.
Then I pull out and slam back in, reveling in her muffled scream. “Now?”
“Again, please,” she whispers.
This woman.
I plunge into her raw, over and over, one hand pressed to the back of her neck, holding her in place as her screams bounce off the walls and reverberate back at me. I’m glad the boys are back at the bunkhouse tonight because I’m not sharing her with anyone else, right now or fucking ever.
Heat floods my cock as she comes fast for me. Lanie scrabbles at the sheets for purchase as I pick up the pace, gripping her hips with both hands. Her pussy strangles my cock between orgasms, tightening as she comes, screaming for me again.
My spine tingles with my own impending pleasure at the sound. I roar her name as I brand her as mine inside, even though she left her mark on me days ago. Lanie sinks to the mattress. I slump over her, kissing along her spine, the corner of her mouth. She pants through the last of her pleasure and whispers my name like it’s a promise.
For right now, what we have is perfect.
I’ll pretend we can stay like this forever.
FOURTEEN
LANIE
We Stand Tall
Cordell Rand’s world ripples around me. It’s huge; it’s oversized, rather like the man himself, and yet it’s overwhelming, too tight and confining all at once. He’s gotten so out of control so fast, high on a cruel power trip of self-sabotage.
I want to cry for him, but the tears won’t come. What we had last night was nothing shy of perfect. And yet, inside, I’m shaking. He laid me back on his bed afterward, spread my legs, and licked me through a series of orgasms until I lost count, his manic energy overstimulating as I shook beneath him, flooding his mouth again and again.
Then he held me as I crashed, whispering promises I don’t remember, words I wish I could find.
I wake alone, wrapped in sunlight and my freshly cleaned wolf blanket. The sheet beside me is depressed in a familiar, albeit cold, divot. I roll onto Cord’s side, inhaling his ghost.
Yes, he’d been a complete asshole last night. Well, for part of the night. But the demanding, power-hungry rancher of yesterday accounts for less than half of the man who took me to the forest’s edge to search for wolves. Who taught his niece howto paint cows and gave the men who surround him a reason to stay.
More than one.
Thisis the man I love.
The simple confession creeps over me, sinking beneath my skin until I can’t deny it any longer. At the same time, I want to tear it away because—from the look in West’s eyes last night—Cordell Rand did something unforgivable less than a dozen hours earlier. Even though the night we spent in each other’s arms, I’m not sure how I feel about that. I still know so little about the enigmatic cowboy I’ve fallen so hard and fast for.
But right now, that thought process can go on hold. I wiggle my toes, testing that everything works as it should. When all the important bits prove functional, I hobble to the bathroom.
Steam quickly fills the large space. I let the water heat for a long moment and then step beneath the cascade. Despite his actions last night, I have to admit Cord played me finely. Between the two times he’s touched me, Cord has proven himself a virtuoso of the female body. Ofmybody.
