“The worst,” she agrees.
I pick her up at the waist, and she wraps her legs around me. She gasps as our bodies make full contact, and I take the opportunity to enter her mouth again.
I hold her in place with my hips and run my hands up her sides, taking her shirt with them. I pull back from our kiss, and she raises her arms so I can slide it off her body. Then I am kissing my way down her neck to her breasts. I slide the straps of her bra down until it falls free from her. I take one pretty pink tip into my mouth, and she arches her back.
“Oh, God,” she breathes.
I move to her other breast and suck it between my teeth and gently bite down. She starts grinding her hips against me. I grow so hard that it’s painful. I want so damn bad to slide into her right here against the splintered bark. I reach down and cup between her legs.
She softly purrs, “Yesss.”
I want to make her feel good. Right now. So, I force my hand into the front of her jeans. She’s bare.
Fuck.
She’s slick and ready, so I circle her clit and then give it a little pinch. She bucks her hips into me.
“You like that?”
She nods.
I pass the sensitive bud with my thumb a few more times before guiding my finger through her damp folds and burying it inside her.
“Oh God,” she murmurs as she starts moving with me.
I pump in and out slowly, and she arches her back. Then I add a second finger and hook them as I twist and reach for that sweet spot that makes her come apart.
I’ve learned her body so well in the past few weeks, and I know exactly what she needs to fall over the edge.
Her hips begin to thrust against my hand as I work my fingers in and out.
“Do you want a third, baby?” I ask, and she moans against my throat in answer.
I play her like an instrument and work her into a fevered pitch in no time.
“That’s it, baby. Come in my hand,” I demand when she starts to writhe and ride my fingers as I caress and stretch her.
Her legs start to tremble, and her muscles quiver.
“Oh God, Porter,” she sobs, burying her face in my neck.
“I’ve got you. Just let go,” I murmur.
She slams her mouth to mine, and I swallow her cries.
I hold her close as her body starts to relax, and that’s when we hear it.
“Harleigh!” Shelby’s amused voice rings out from the backyard. “I saw you two sneak back there,” she says.
I drop her to her feet, and she scrambles to put on her shirt.
“Everyone’s clearing out, and Axle started a fire. Bryce said he has an announcement to make, and he wants us all there,” she calls.
“I’m coming!” Harleigh shouts.
“I bet you are,” Shelby returns. “But you’d better finish quick before Grandma comes searching for you.”
Harleigh and I walk side by side around the side of the ranch house.
