I am going to take up all the empty spaces she has.
Pulling out of her mouth with a pop, I cradle her jaw in gentle hands. I laugh at the little pout she gives me because, fuck, she is adorable. Bending, I brush my mouth over hers even as I start folding to the ground. We’re knelt on the blanket beneath the tree until I start to move back, to lie us down. She moves faster, moving to pin me beneath it.
“I want it this way,” she whispers as she shimmies her hips to drag herself over my cock. “I want to watch you as I take you again,” she breathes.
Fuck. Jesus fuck, I am screwed. Well and truly. Sitting up just enough to get a view of it, I watch her angle her hips over me. Reaching between us, I fist my cock, gaze snapping to hers as she slowly slides down with hiss of pleasure that echoes in the hills. I claw at her hips as I slowly fill her, inch by inch, the grip of her taking me deep sending wave after wave of pleasure rippling through me.
“Dove, we didn’t use anything,” I whisper just as she slides as far as she can take me, her hips circling to grind her clit just right.
“Don’t want to,” she hums, planting her hands on my chest. “I want you to come inside me, Brooks. I want to feel it. I’ve never...no one else has ever...I’ve never let anyone else before,” her voice breaks off as she falls against my chest with a thud.
My eyes cross as the skies turn golden behind her. I’ve never wanted to be bare inside anyone else either. Now that I’ve felt how good it feels, how her velvety folds grip my cock, how each flutter of her movements sends another shockwave through me, I won’t ever want it any other way.
“Come here, darlin’,” my words are barely a rasp, my hand going around her throat to draw her closer.
Slowly, she begins to move. A slow rise of her hips that has a moan bleeding into our kiss as our mouths fuse. Then a deliciously deliberate drop of her hips, driving me deep inside her again. It’s all I can do to hold on. My hands grip her hips to ground myself, but I let her remain in control.
“Brooks,” she doesn’t say my name, doesn’t whimper it, she cries it as she drops down again, again, her breath hot against my lips. “Baby....it’s so good, I love how you feel inside me,” she cries as she claws at my chest, sending a rush of hot pleasure right to my dick.
“I do too. I won’t want anything else again,” I admit, lifting my hips from the ground to meet her slow undulations.
“Nothing else,” she whimpers, her teeth sinking into my shoulder. “Make me come, baby. I want to feel it with you inside me.”
Something else takes over when she pleads that as she wraps herself around me. I sit up just a little, one arm banded across her back, the other holding us up. I start to rock up into her, slow at first, savoring each slide of burying myself inside her. Before I know it, the crush of her soft tits against my chest, the panting of her breath at my throat, the sweet little moans she gives me, makes me lose control.
There is no rhythm or smoothness about how I take her on the beautiful hilltop. I thrust and rut and grunt against her skin. I eat at her mouth to steal her sexy sounds as I slam into her, again, again. Cradling her against my chest, I thrust and thrust until her body starts to shake against mine. Then I pick up the pace, rocking my hips at an angle so I hit her clit witch each push in and each drag out of her.
“Baby, yes,” she moans, head falling back as I nip at her pulse, crazed at by the need to feel her come for me.
Everything still as she comes and I push as deep as I can, not wanting to miss a moment of it. Her walls tighten around me as she shakes and shouts, her sweet sounds loud in the quiet of the morning. I love it. I hope the sounds echo through all of Starlight Summit. I hope the entire world hears her coming apart for me, hears how good I make her feel, and understands that she is giving herself to me in a way she never has anyone else.
It’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever felt. I jerk inside of her moments later, slamming deep and stilling so every drop gets where it belongs. Blake burrows into me, her limbs closing tight around me as I come hard. Pulling her head back, I watch her as I fill her, watch the way pleasure lights up her face. I won’t ever get enough of that look on that beautiful face.
Then I go and wreck it all. “Fuck, I love you,” I hiss as we fall back to the earth with a thud.
That is not what she needed. Not why we came out here this morning. It is not what she came to Meadow Vale Ranch for. The moment the words pass my lips, as badly I want to hear them, as much as I want to give them to her because I mean them, I regret them.
Because she does not close up on me fast. No, she does it bit by bit. Step by step as we get dressed sometime later, she is hiding more than her skin, she is covering herself up. As we get back on the horse to head back to the ranch, more and more of her shuts down, and I know I might have blown it.
I went ahead and took up too much space before I should have.
Chapter Seven
Blake
Never has such a beautiful moment wrecked me so completely.
Coming clean to Brooks about my drinking, about my struggles, it made me feel as if I could fly. His understanding, his patience, it let me think I could soar across the hills and valleys of Meadow Vale Ranch with just his faith alone. I can do anything and become anyone I want to.
Only—I am not sure I canlet himlove me.
There have been just few I love you’s in my life before now. My mother once when she left me at my uncle’s ranch‘just for a while’and never returned. My father when he came for a visit on my sixteenth birthday to tell me mom was gone. And of course, my uncle Jed said it as often as he could, not that it was often at all. Brooks saying he loves me did not feel like a reward—it felt like a penalty.
It is another thing for me to lose, another thing for me to screw up.
Brooks had said it at the perfect moment, in the perfect place, with the perfect resonance. My heart didn't flutter. It seized. It spiked with the instinctual, jagged need to run before the inevitable cost of those words followed. One person loved me for free but his loss cost me so much. I cannot afford the price of Brooks loving me.
“I need to muck the stalls,” I whisper as I break away the moment we get back to the ranch. We agreed on a day off, and I know Caleb, another hand, is mucking those stalls now. But I need to escape.
