Damnhe was good. Ishould have known. Ashley wasn’t a blushing virgin or anything like it. Having allhis attention focused onmewhen he could have had anyone was hot as hell.
“You’re not gonna come untilI do,” Ashley murmured, breath ghosting over the back of my neck and sending ashiver down my spine.
He might not have topped forjust anyone, but he knew what he was doing.
“Don’t worry,” he added,breathless. “Not gonna be long.”
Another moan tore at theback of my throat as he squeezed my cock, thumbing the headjustright,like he already knew every goddamn trick in the book to get me off. My headpounded, the room spinning around me as Ashley rocked his hips into me, harderand faster now, the bed creaking under us.
A low, dull ache built inthe pit of my stomach, not quite like anything I’d felt before. It was thesame growing pressure I was used to before I came, but it wasdifferentin a way I didn’t have the wordsto describe. Heavier, maybe.
A broken groan rumbled in mychest as Ashley ran his free hand down my straining thigh, soothing musclesthreatening to seize up, my legs trembling under the pressure.
“So close,” Ashleywhispered, breath tickling the short hairs on the back of my neck. “So closehoney, just you hold out for another few seconds. You’ve been so good.”
I’d never heard any of thisbefore—never thought Iwantedto—but I was developing a whole range of newkinks right now.
Ashley jerked into me,bruising-hard thrusts once, twice, three times and then the most gorgeous, satisfiedmoan I’dever heard in my life, pleasure and relief all rolled into one.
He bit down on my shoulderand my vision whited out, stars dancing in front of my eyes, my voice catchingin my throat, cracked, as I came right along with him.
The next thing I knew, myface was pressed to the sheets beneath me, ass still in the air, lungs burningas I gasped, Ashley’s hips slowing to a gentle stop like a boat rocking on a stilllake.
I’d had a lot of great sex inmy life, but I couldn’t ever remember feeling sodone. Everythingached and I knew it’d only be worse tomorrow, butdamn.
I could have done thatagain.
Not without a nap, a shower,maybe a meal, but…
Ashley chuckled, derailingthat particular train of thought.
“You’re drooling,” hemurmured, voice full of sleepy tenderness.
I winced as he pulledout—would I get used to that?—and sighed as he gave my ass an affectionate patand then collapsed onto the bed beside me.
Making all my limbscooperate to lie down as well was an effort, but once I was stretched out alongthe bed, supported by the surprisingly good mattress, close enough to Ashley tofeel his skin cooling along with mine…
I was happy.
Happy.
Not content, notfine,not the base level of not-miserable I’d gotten used to.
Happy.
How could I give this up?How could I eventhinkabout giving it up?
Ashley reached out, brushingmy hair aside and tracing the shell of my ear.
“Take a nap,” he murmured. “Youneed it.”
I wanted to saydon’t need to tellme twice,but I couldn’tget the words out before I fell asleep.
***
The Cooper ranch was as cooland dark at night as I would’ve pictured, even without knowing that no oneexcept the family lived here anymore. No stable hands, no one to help run theplace. No horses to helpwith, except Biscuit.
I didn’t like to sayanything to Ashley, but it didn’t exactly look like a thriving business to me.Maybe I was wrong.
