Page 43 of Fall or Nothing

“Maybe it’s not awhat.Butwhoyou’re searching for.” She sipped her wine and had no idea how much her observation affected me.

She noticed me pulling my fingers through my beard again.

“Stop that.” She chuckled and set her glass down. “You either need a good beard moisturizer, or just shave it off if it bothers you that much.”

I mumbled about razors not being at the top of my list, having to prioritize my budget—another humiliating truth in this stripped-down, messy life. Earlier I might have purchased a cheap plastic one at the grocery store if not for running into Red Amos.

Before I could elaborate, she disappeared into the bathroom and returned with a razor and a can of baby powder shaving cream, setting them in my lap. The handle of the razor was ivory and brass, and probably an antique, but it was clean and the blade looked fresh.

“It was my father’s. Another thing of his I kept. You can use it if you really want to shave it off. But I hope you don’t mind if I cry while you do it,” she explained.

“Cry?”

She bit her lower lip, gazing at me with half-lidded eyes. “Because I haven’t had the pleasure of your whiskers between my thighs yet.”

I went still for exactly one second. Then tossed them onto the couch behind me.

“Easily rectified.” Hauling her over my shoulder, I carried her back to the bedroom, her giggles the sweetestsound I’d heard in a long time. God, this woman was going to ruin me if I let her.

Laying her out on the bed was like unwrapping the best gift I’d never deserved. Before, we were hurried; now I took my time. I peeled my shirt off her, drinking in every inch of bare skin—soft curves, the flush still lingering from earlier, the way her nipples pebbled under my gaze.

“You’re stunning, Sage, but you probably know that,” I spoke against her skin, voice thick, kissing up her body. “How’d I get this lucky to be with you tonight?”

“Because I let you in. I knew I would the moment I met you,” she whispered.

That fact alone should have stopped my progress, but I kept on, ignoring the inevitability of things coming our way.

I savored the little shivers and sighs she gave me. When I reached the inside of her thighs, I rubbed my bearded jaw against her skin, teasing there. She gasped, fingers threading into my hair.

“Mm. Carter… need more.”

With her legs over my shoulders, I dipped my head in and tasted her sweetness—slow licks over her clit, sucking gently, then firmer, sliding my tongue in and out of her. The flavor of her addictive, I gripped her thighs, holding her open as I devoured her, beard rasping against her until she was absolutely writhing.

Only when I had her dripping and desperate did I roll onto my back. “Come here and ride my face to finish.”

“Ooh, yes. But wait here.”

“Huh?” I lifted my head, watching herbeautiful ass run out. She came back in a minute with my hat on her head. “What’s this?”

“You know.”

“Know what?”

“The saying. Wear the hat, ride the cowboy.” She giggled and climbed up my body, lowering herself over my mouth with a broken moan. I caught on fast that this was something most Montana men should know.

“That’s right. Then ride me, cowgirl. Let’s see how long you last.” I gripped her ass, guiding her as she rocked against my tongue, chasing her pleasure.

“Oh! Fucking yee-haw,” she cried. Her body arched, pressing into my face, and never had I ever had a better view of a woman than this.

The sounds she made, the pleas for more, even my name shouted like a curse, all pushed me further to please. I exhausted my tongue bringing her to climax, nearly suffocating myself when she erupted, thighs tightening like a vice around my head. But I refused to stop until she was boneless. Gasping, she landed on the bed next to me.

“Hope you don’t think we’re done?” I grabbed another condom out and quickly sheathed myself, harder than fuck. “Shower with me. Now.”

I pulled her up into my arms and carried her, but halfway there the raw and feral need overtook me. Her back landed against the door.

“Can’t wait. Need you now.” I growled, hitching one of her legs higher around my waist.

“Yes,” she cried out, nails digging into my shoulders.