Seven hours and three rounds later, I pulled Katie into my arms, grinning at her happy sigh. When’s the last time I had ever done this with someone?
Just cuddle them, feeling secure in their embrace like I wanted them to feel in mine.
“How did you get to being a kid’s counselor? I know you’re damn good at it. The kids feel safe around you and open up so well. Tiffany’s told me she’s talked to you a few times.”
“I had a rough childhood. Dad was a jerk, in and out of jail. My mom was constantly dating some asshole and we were always moving; nothing was stable when it should have been. But though I had all of those issues going on, I could always come out here because Carl and Lucinda had a place for me.
“So, when I finally graduated college, which was a path I wasn’t even sure I wanted but Carl was not going to let me notgo, I knew exactly where I wanted to be. The Davis’s have always been like a family to me. It wasn’t a surprise when they came to me and discussed a kids program they wanted to look into on their ranch.”
She turned to face me, her hand cupping my cheek, and I couldn’t help but lean into it.
“Though we had a rough start,” she teased, and my lips twitched, “I think you’re a good man. And I think you’re exactly what those kids need. A helping hand and a soft ear.”
Not that I wanted to mention her daughter when I had Katie wrapped up in my arms, but she was the one who brought it up first, and I was curious. “Is Tiffany okay? I mean, yes, she has talked to me.”
“She’s okay. The divorce was rough and when her dad basically signed her off, she was heartbroken, but it wasn’t like she was close to the man anyway. He had already pulled away when she was younger. Then, I guess an early mid-life crisis hit, and he didn’t want the family.”
She paused, and I could feel the shift within her.
“What is it?”
“We really did come from a small town. He was my high school boyfriend. We got married, started the family, then he didn’t like it anymore. And when he started cheating only to divorce me, he kept saying it was my fault. That I had gotten old, less beautiful, less sexual, and he had to pull away, find something else. It was the hardest thing to ever hear.”
“And believe me Katie, the furthest thing from the truth.” She finally looked up at me, and I smiled at her, letting the truth shine in my eyes. “I may not have liked the new city folks in town, but my body clearly wanted you the first day I saw you. And all this fighting, I’m going to chalk it up to foreplay, too. Because I was going home so sexually frustrated and I wasn’teven sure what it was. Your ex was dumb because you are still sexy as all get out.”
She blinked a few times before she leaned up, and her lips landed on mine.
And with just that, the last few rounds vanished from my mind, and my dick was ready to go again. Or maybe it was just thinking of being buried inside her one more time before having to go back to the real world outside these walls.
My hand trailed down her back and over her ass, smacking it lightly as she gasped. Her hand reached between us, stroking my hardening dick.
“You’re the first man, Zeb, that I’ve wanted so much. I’ve never had a night like tonight.” She kissed down my neck, as if she needed to show me anymore how much she wanted me.
I growled. Straight up animalistic growled between her hand and her lips tormenting me.
I shifted so that my hand could run over her center, slipping a finger in to enjoy her wetness. She bit down on my neck, causing me to jerk and before I could think, I rolled us over, helping her to slip down on my dick.
She threw her head back in pleasure and I sat up, circling one nipple before drawing into my mouth as she slowly moved against me.
“I’m not comfortable this way.”
“Well, you did ask me to show you how to ride, cowgirl. Now let me show you.” I looked up at her as I had a nipple in my mouth and she glanced down, the sight edging her to move faster.
My hands held her hips, guiding her. She rocked forward and backward, her gasps and moans filling my room and it was the best damn music I could ever hear.
“Damnit, you feel so amazing.” And it wasn’t a lie. This could be the first time or the hundredth time, but her being wrappedaround me so tightly was just crazy to me. It wasn’t a feeling I was used to. Not that I slept around, kind of hard to around here. And I certainly didn’t sleep with my kids’ parents. But something in me twisted at the thought of ever letting this woman go.
Which also had me freaking out a little bit because I couldn’t remember the last time I was in a solid relationship.
“Yes, Zeb,” she cried out, rocking faster. I grinned as I sucked harder on her nipples before releasing them with a pop, holding her even tighter. I pushed upward into her as she slammed down, making us rock the bed against the wall.
“Oh, fuck,” I moaned. Her wetness was coating me and sliding along my thighs and hell if it wasn’t the hottest thing I had ever felt.
I wanted this over and over.
I wanted her every night.
I wanted to feel her wrapped up in my arms but also wrapped around my dick.
