Asher’s expression is one of satisfaction at my begging and, finally, my orgasm takes a foothold. There’s a deep-seated hunger in his eyes as he fists himself, and I feel the wave begin to crash over me.
I start to come apart at the shameless way he strokes his cock, how confident he is in his own sexuality, how he knows exactly what he wants, and he has no fear of showing it. His eyes are dark and wild, his bottom lip steady between his teeth.
“I’m gonna … come,” I pant. “Please come with me, Ash … please.”
“Fuuuck,Olivia …” He growls my name as hot ropes of cum coat my fingers and my pussy. I come with him, my body rocking as I shudder, trying to catch my breath. Asher pulls me up to him, but I’m in a daze as he kisses my lips, weaving his hands through my hair as our naked flesh presses together and his cock slides through my pussy, covered in both of us, and the feel of his barbell against me when I’m still so sensitive has me desperate for more already.
“Christ, you’re beautiful,” he murmurs as he pulls back tolook at me. “So goddamn beautiful.”
“You’re pretty beautiful yourself,” I say honestly, my heart beating fast.
He smirks. “Aye. You always get naked on the first date?”
“No,” I admit. “Do you?”
Asher pinches my ass and I squirm. “No.” His eyes grow more serious. “In fact, you’re the first woman I’ve been with since I came to this town.”
I stare at him for a moment, letting that information wash over me.
“So, um, what does this mean? Best co-parents ever?” I kiss him again and shrug. “Moment of weakness?”
“Aye.” He smirks at me like he can’t help himself, and this side of him, the side that onlyIget to see when he wants me, is like a spark before the flames. I realize as his lips return to mine that I felt it the very first night we were together, and I know now I’ve been chasing the fire he offers me ever since.
“Fuck …” he mutters, looking to the clock over my head as my breathing slows.
“What?” I ask with concern.
“We’re gonna be late.”
“Where are we going?” I hum into his lips. “I’m already feeling completely relaxed.”
Asher chuckles, tipping his head back, and it cracks my chest wide open to see how happy and light he is.
“Uh-uh. Come on, little mama, let’s get you cleaned up. I’m taking you to the rodeo.”
CHAPTER 39
Olivia
I’ve lived in Kentucky most of my life and I’ve never been to the rodeo. It was just never of any interest to me, but sitting here now at Buckshaw Farm’s annual rodeo in Fallow Ridge, Kentucky, just outside of Laurel Creek, with Asher, Hunter Black’s brother Beau, his twin daughters, and his mama Maeve, I can’t stop smiling.
“All right, rodeo fans, here we go. Contestant number six of twelve all the way from Lexington, Kentucky, is Andy Yarrows. Ten and four is the time to beat, y’all, ten and four.”
I listen intently to the rodeo announcers who have been keeping us entertained throughout this tie-down roping competition as I take in the sights and sounds around me. The large dirt arena we’re sitting in is one of four, surrounded by metal fencing. Just beyond the fence are bleachers filled with spectators, most of them wearing cowboy hats. Even the kids are decked out with the best boots and hats, talking happily as they munch on popcorn and candy. “Thank God I’m a Country Boy” plays over the loudspeaker, rivaling the announcers’ voices as Andy takes off out of the gate just after the calf he’sset on roping.
“He looks young,” I comment to Asher beside me. “Surely he can’t be more than twenty.”
The father of my child is all cleaned up now, as am I, from our moment of weakness. The deep brown and tattered cowboy hat he was wearing earlier sits on his head, hanging low over his intense eyes. His black T-shirt is partially tucked into another pair of perfectly fitted Wranglers and his thick thigh rests close to mine under the table. Thanks to Hunter, we’re in the VIP section right near the gate and our view of the arena is impeccable.
“He’s only eighteen,” Beau Black says, bouncing one of his three-year-old twins on his lap. He’s a big, burly man just like Hunter and Walker, but he’s older, and it’s obvious he doesn’t live life like the fun-loving, free-spirited Hunter. He’s reserved and stoic, with dark hair, a thick beard and mustache, and haunting green eyes that tell a story I can’t imagine is filled with joy since the twins’ mother died when they were one.
I smile down at the toddler, safe in his big hands, as she returns a gummy grin. I’m not sure if she’s Sadie or Piper—since they’re virtually identical with bouncing dark curls and big blue eyes, chubby little rosy cheeks and hands, and the most infectious smiles you ever did see. Seeing them makes me so excited and intrigued about who our baby will look like.
“He worked on the ranch the last few summers, but he’s heading to college this fall,” Beau continues in his deep timbre. “Any other sport—football, baseball, basketball—you can’t play at the professional level when you play for the school. But tie-down roping has no restrictions, so he can rope all he wants.”
“Helps his mama pay for that schooling,” his mom, Maeve Black, pipes up.
She’s a breathtaking woman who looks to be in her sixties, with long, flowing blond hair that has an almost silver tinge toit and deep green eyes you could get lost in. Her style is completely boho country, and I envisage her to be the type of woman who forges for berries in her bare feet on the Grosvenor Ranch.
