“Show her how pretty you think she is,” I hum with a laugh that becomes a gasp when his tongue does just that.
I buck beneath the magic of his mouth as it kisses my pussy deep and slow, his tongue spearing the folds open. His fingers join the delicious assault, the rough tips finding a spot inside of me that makes stars dance behind my lids. I gasp as he sucks andpulls at my clit with his tongue, his teeth, his lips rubbing and teasing.
“I...I’m...oh, yes, like that, there, it’s...Brooks...oh, yes!”
My shout as I come must echo across the entire ranch. I don’t care who might hear how good he makes me feel. I don’t care what they think about me as I call his name in a chant as he continues to eat me, savoring the stickiness that floods my thighs as I come so good I think I must be floating in the night skies, the stars bright all around me, his hands holding me down as I come apart in a million pieces of stardust.
“Brooks...oh, oh...baby,” I cry, actual tears slipping down my temples as I shudder from the pleasure rippling through me, tearing me into something, someone entirely knew.
Brooks is there to hold me together, his huge body gathering mine up as I shake. We wind up tangled up on the tiny cot, most of his huge frame hanging off. I cuddle against his chest, sobbing as a bliss I had no idea could be real, could find me, overwhelms me. I am safe and I am solid, and I am sober. Nothing else matters. Not the morning skies that will come too soon or the work waiting for us tomorrow, or the truth of everything I am hiding.
“I got you, darlin’. I ain’t letting go. I promise you.”
“No, please,” I claw at his chest, panic swelling inside me. “Don’t leave me. I won’t leave again, I promise. Don’t leave me Brooks.”
“Oh, you can try to sneak off on me again, if you need. Doesn’t mean I will let you go. I am going to take up a little space at a time, Dove. Until I fill up whatever emptiness you have inside you.” Those words, those sweet, perfect, beautiful words should not scare me.
Oh, they do. Because if I believe anything, I believe Brooks is a man of his word—which means he will not be satisfied with just one night.
Chapter Six
Brooks
I am a man of routine. Nothing wrong with repetition.
Up before the sun peeks over the horizon. Coffee, black with three sugars, warming my hand on my first perimeter check of the day. Second cup by the time I reach the barns to greet the horses. In bed before the sun sinks beyond the hills.
In the past two weeks, just one thing has changed. Blake. I wake up in her bunk, her soft body wound around mine, sneaking out before she wakes. I wait at the fence post, two coffees in hand—four sugars in hers—for her to take the morning ride with me. We linger in the hills where she lets me kiss her as long and deep as I want, before we’re back at the barn to work.
Standing at the porch, I hold my breath as I wait. Every single morning, no matter how many hours I spent holding her, all the moans as I made her come, the laughs she gives me as we work, I hold my breath. Because there is something holding her back, something hiding in those smiles and the way she winds her way so tight around me.
“Morning, stud,” she hums as she comes out of the darkness, adorable in her bandana and messy bun.
“Mornin’ Dove,” I call back, passing her the coffee.
Those bright green eyes of hers seem softer as they gaze up at me. I take quick stock of her, wondering if I missed something. I snuck out before she was awake, after we spent all night tangled up together. It’s part of our unspoken rules. Rules that mean no one else knows about us, we don’t talk about the future, and we never touch on the past.
As golden sun spills over her skin, I see marks at her throat, my eyes drifting lower. The top pearl button on her plaid shirt is missing. Did I pop that off while I was tearing it off her? No,she had on a stupid thermal top I had a hell of time getting her out of. My eyes dip and my cock jerks in my jeans. Distinct teeth marks leave a crescent shaped bruise on her breast.
“You mean to show that off?” I ask, tipping my head at her tits.
“Show what off? My tits? To whom,” she quips, turning to raise a hand above her brow, scanning the darkness.
“To me, I hope,” I growl, reaching out to snatch her up, hauling her close. “You know what I mean, Dove,” I whisper, bending to press a kiss to the mark on her creamy skin.
“Hmm, I was not showing it off. I am not hiding it either.”
Gripping a handful of her backside, I seal my mouth to hers, spilling coffee. Blake whimpers against my mouth before she opens for my seeking tongue, her fingers fisting in my hair. She pulls and I do too, and the coffees crash to the ground with the clang of tin, and I forget all about routine.
“Can you give your hardest ranch hand a day off, boss?”
“If you meanhottesthand, and you meanyou, yes, Dove, I think I can arrange that. What does she want to do?”
“Go for a ride with a certain stud,” she hums with a smile, taking my hat off my head to plunk it down on hers.
There is something different. I take another long look at her, noting the mirth in her beautiful eyes, the smile on her luscious lips, the way she seems to hum just a little. I pull her close again, kissing her because she hasn’t stopped me yet. We have not been out here in the open this way before. I do not give a damn what is different, I welcome it.
“Come on, before they know we’re off playin’ hooky,” she giggles, rushing off toward the barn, me fast on her heels.
