“Me too. I feel so empty,” I tell him, only a fraction of my thoughts.
A ragged sound rips from his throat. He kisses me so hard I gasp in surprise before responding with the same enthusiasm. He works my clit in a delicious rhythm as the tip of his middle finger tries just the entrance of my body.
“Please, please,” I beg.
“I can’t. I need to be real gentle with you. You’re just recovering.”
The hunger is so great that I keep forgetting that it is my body that needs time. The climax builds tighter and tighter, and I claw closer to him, words failing me.
“Shh, it’s okay. Let me take care of you.”
Derrick plays with my clit and dips his middle finger in just a little, just the right way, and I tumble into the biggest orgasm of my life. I cry out, unafraid, trembling with the strength of what he gave me. He curses softly and kisses me, a million words shared in one kiss..
He bites my lip and moves away, eyes shining and a smirk on his lips as he moves the hand on my pussy to his mouth, savoring my juices as if it’s the most delicious thing he's ever tried. I’ve never seen something so sinful like that. My mouth falls open, and he chuckles.
“Next time, I’m drinking straight from your cunt.”
The crude name doesn’t even bother me anymore. It doesn’t matter what he calls it as long as he does what he’s promising.
We fall into comfortable silence, my head over his beating heart, my eyelids heavy with sleep.
“Are you really staying the night?” I whisper.
He holds me closer. “Yeah.”
I kiss his jaw, and it feels so good to do what I want. To kiss him because I can, to hold on to him because we both need it. I’m almost falling asleep into his arms when he talks again.
“I’m sorry for today.” When I don’t reply, he explains, “What Dominic said.”
Dominic said so many things I can’t even sort through them right now. I stayed in my bedroom when he left, lost between crying for my daughter and crying for a life without my three cowboys.
“I don’t want you to worry about scent-matching. I’m fucking selfish for even saying this, but there’s so much for us to think aboutright now. Bringing Mirasol home is what is important. Let everything else fall into place.”
I bury my nose on his chest, and I don’t tell him I want to scent-match with them. That I want to stay here and look at the sunflowers every day and play guitar with Jesse. That I need to watch Derrick ride a horse again and soften Major’s edges. Telling someone that you wish to be their soulmate is not something you can whisper and come back from,so I don’t.
The following morning, I knew I overslept the second my eyes opened, but it’s not my fault. The big, warm cowboy beside me is who I have to blame. I slept like a rock, and I know I won’t sleep without him anymore. This nest was made for more than one person.
“Good mornin’.” His voice is thick with sleep, and I shiver. “Hungry?”
“Famished.”
He inhales deeply. “Someone is cooking already. Let’s eat.”
I quickly change to a loose dress, not bothering with underwear, a detail not missed by Derrick.
“You’re going to drive everyone insane like that,” he points out as we emerge from my room.
“It is what it is,” I say, trying to hide my smile.
It’s true that the nest is too big just for me, but even with Derrick, it’s missing two others. I won’t rest until they’re all with me.
In the kitchen, Major is over the stove while Jesse is making a pile of toast. I smile big at them when we enter, and Major shoots me a glare from over his shoulder. Of course, he does, but I decide that I don’t really mind the grumpiness.
“Good morning.” I skip over to Jesse and kiss him on the lips.
He’s surprised and almost doesn’t reciprocate until I’m stepping away. His eyes devour me as he licks his lips, tasting me on him.
“It is a good morning,” he agrees.
