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“We’re not selling.”
I attempt to ask what plan they’ve come up with instead, but I can’t seem to form words as Ryder’s fingers slide lower. It doesn’t help that the irritatingly sexy cowboy is teasing the bare skin above my waistline with his other hand. Or that the front of his delicious body softly presses against the back of mine.
“I was sad you weren’t able to stay over last night,” he says low against my ear, “but Colt passed out drunk on my couch.”
“He did?”
“Didn’t want to break my promise, though.” His fingertips slip between my legs, barely touching me there. I’ve never been so annoyed with pants in my life.
“What pr—pr—promise?”
His lips brush the hollow spot on my neck, just behind ear. My entire body shivers with anticipation. My hips jerk against his hand working much too slowly and softly between my legs for my liking. I grip the sink with both hands to keep myself from doing anything that might give away how badly I want him to shove his hand inside my leggings. Especially since I haven’t determined if I forgive him yet or not.
“The promise that involved orgasms.”
Dear lord, there was an S.
“Unless you’ve changed your mind?”
“Damn you, Ryder Stone.” The words come out in some sort of strangled whisper wrapped with a soft moan. My legs struggle to stay upright, despite my death grip on the sink. I’m afraid if I let go, I’ll end up in a freefall. At this rate, I might rip the damn fixture right off the wall. He’s barely touched me and already I’m at risk of spontaneous combustion or, at the very least, destruction of property.
Ryder’s lips graze their way across my neck, stopping again near the shell of my ear. The hand that’s been teasing the waistband of my leggings abandons its post to slide north. The other starts too-gentle circles against my too-sensitive clit. “Is that a yes, I’ve changed my mind?” He moves my bra out of the way with ease, his warm hand cupping my breast. “Or a yes Ryder, give me the best fucking orgasm of my life?”
It should concern me that we could be discovered at any moment since the washroom in the barn doesn’t include a door. If I had any sense, I would’ve sought out the actual restroom in the opposite corner. But I was mad, and in a hurry, and now Ryder’s squeezing my boob, teasing my nipple, and torturing my clit through two layers of fabric too many. And I have no ability or desire to stop him.
“I’d sure like to see you try that second one,” I say in a quick panted breath.
He presses his index finger hard against my swollen button, eliciting a squeaky moan from my throat. “There is no trying, sweetheart. Only doing.”
Ryder drags my T-shirt upward, exposing my misplaced bra. It’s no surprise both my nipples are hardened peaks, desperate for his attention. The whores. I keep one hand braced on the sink, the other grips his muscular thigh.
“God, these are perfect,” he growls against my neck as his hands fondle my tits, his fingers gently pinching and flicking my nipples. Wetness pools between my legs as Ryder takes his sweet fucking time giving the girls all the attention they’ve been desperate to receive since the moment I laid eyes on him.
I arch my back, pushing my ass against his crotch, gasping when I rub up against that rod of steel. Shit, Nadia was right. This thing might split me in two. But I don’t care. If Ryder unzipped his Wranglers right here in the barn, I’d happily spread my legs and invite death like the fool I seem to be around this man.
When his hand slides south, dipping inside my leggings and panties, I let out a whimper of anticipation. I’m so fucking worked up that it wouldn’t take much for me to come. But I’ll be damned if I let the man win so easily. So when his middle finger slides through my pussy lips, I suck in a breath and hold on for dear life.
“You’re so fucking wet, Macy.”
My hips gently rock against the slow movement of his hand. He spreads my folds, exposing my swollen clit to his palm. I nearly go blind as he grinds his hand against my sensitive flesh. How the fuck does it feel this good?
“Enjoying yourself, sweetheart?”
“Shut up.”
Ryder chuckles low against the hollow of my neck, the vibration of his laughter creating another powerful sensation throughout my body. I can hardly keep up with them all, especially when he inserts a finger into my tight channel.
“So fucking tight.”
I throw my head back against his shoulder as I shamelessly rock my hips to the rhythm of his magic hand. The intensity is both terrifying and exhilarating with each thrust of his hand.
“I got you, Macy,” he promises. “Let go.”
And I do.
He drags my mouth to his in time to muffle the loudest of my cries as a powerful orgasm shatters me from the inside out in the best possible way. I lose grip with reality, trusting Ryder to keep me from melting into a puddle.
He holds me upright with one arm secured around my midsection, which is a good thing because the bones in my legs have turned to liquid. I’m still super sensitive to every touch as he slowly retracts his hand from my pussy. Eyes locked on mine, he inserts his middle finger into his mouth and sucks on it. “Mmm, I knew you’d taste sweet.”
