Sitting back up, I pressed a hand on the center of his chest as I rocked my hips back and forth. Hayden’s length brushed against my clit with every movement, sending shockwaves through my body.
His nose scrunched and eyes squeezed as I ground my hips against his, so I paused for a moment.
My face twisted in concern. “Are you okay? Am I hurting you?”
Ocean-blue eyes stared into mine as he shook his head. “No, Sierra, you’re not hurting me. The opposite, actually. I want to fuck you so badly.” He lifted me off him, moving as though he intended to switch our positions.
“But your shoulder,” I started to protest.
“We’ll take it easy. I’ll be careful, I promise.” He planted a kiss on my forehead. “Will you get on your hands and knees for me?”
My core clenched as I crawled up to the headboard on my hands and knees, switching spots with Hayden. Over my shoulder, I watched Hayden pump his cock in his hand then guide it toward my entrance, slipping inside with ease.
A heavy sigh turned into a moan as he started to move, sliding deeper and deeper with each thrust. My back arched as he pressed his weight into me, my body tightening like a coil around him.
This position, this angle, was too much all at once.Every nerve in my body was on edge, pleasure racking through my veins.
“Oh, Sierra, fuck,” he cursed, gripping my hips so he could pound into me harder and faster. “You’re…squeezing me so tight.”
“Hayes.” My eyelids fluttered as an orgasm crashed over me. My heart pounded in my chest, my entire body begging for more of him. “I’m coming, Hayden.” His name fell off my lips like a prayer, and my back bowed off the bed, breasts pressing deeper into the soft sheets.
“I’m almost there, love,” Hayden breathed out in a half moan, half stutter.
I didn’t think I could come again so fast, but when his pace quickened, stars scattered around my vision as he brought me over the edge for a second time. His cock twitched, and my name accompanied with a string of expletives fell from his mouth as his cum spilled inside me.
After gathering his composure, he slowly inched out of me with a sigh. His release dripped down my thighs, and he quickly grabbed a towel to clean up, wiping the cloth across my inner thighs before pressing it against my center.
He flopped down on the bed next to me. “Come here.” He patted his chest, and I rolled so I could rest my head on him.
His fingers raked through my hair, scratching my scalp. I sighed, snuggling closer to him to absorb his warmth.
“I could get used to this,” he whispered with a smile.
“Me, too,” I admitted, and for once, it wasn’t a lie. With my father gone, the fear that had found a home inside me had started to dissipate. I could really picture myself staying here with Hayden and the horses and his rowdy group of friends.
“I love you, Skip. With everything that I am. You’re notjust my moon and stars, you’re my entire universe,” Hayden murmured into my hair, his hand sliding down to my back where he started rubbing slow circles.
“I love you, too, Hayes. Always have, always will.”
CHAPTER FIFTY-THREE
sierra
The bright city lights of Las Vegas greeted us in a flashy, larger-than-life welcome for a girl from a small town in Montana.
I resisted the urge to press my nose up against the glass of the passenger-side window like a child outside a candy store. I’d traveled all over the world in the five years since I’d graduated high school, but I hadn’t yet had the chance to make it out here.
“How’s it feel?” Hayden chuckled when he noticed me staring.
I twisted to face him, a wide grin on my face as I replied, “You know how people always talk about singers having their ‘I made it’ moments? Kind of like that. But also a bit like a dream. Don’t pinch me, but I worry if I blink, it’ll all vanish.”
He reached over and took my hand in his, squeezing it gently. “Youdid this, Skip. It’s not going to disappear, because it’s real. You’re real, and you’re here.”
Tears of happiness welled in my eyes, and Hayden’s eyes softened.
“Hey, what’s wrong?” He released my hand to wipe a stray tear that had started to fall.
“Nothing’s wrong. Really. I’m just…proud. I’m not sure eighteen-year-old me was convinced I’d make it to today, much less the NFR,” I admitted.
