“Fuck, Reed! I’m so close!”
“Me, too.” Pressure started to build again, and my balls began to tighten. I could feel her walls clench around me. “Come with me, baby.”
“Fuck! Fuck!” she screamed, her legs still wrapped around me.
“Fuck!” I yelled, thrusting deep, my cock pulsing in time with her pussy while my orgasm rocked through me, my cum painting her walls.
Unable to hold myself up any longer, I collapsed on top of her, pushing her into the mattress, her legs and arms still around me while we caught our breath. The feel of her body beneath me, hot and sweaty, my cock still throbbing inside her, made me feel as though we didn’t just belong to each other—she was made for me.
I rolled off her, pulling out. She groaned as I left her, peeling us apart for just a moment before I tucked her into my side. She nestled into my shoulder, her leg draping over mine.
“That was incredible,” she said, out of breath.
I planted a kiss into her hair, inhaling deeply and memorizing her vanilla floral scent, breathing it in. Wanting nothing more than to go to sleep with her wrapped around me.
“You’re stuck with me now, sweetheart. You know that, right?”
She looked up at me, her hand resting on my pec, a soft smile flitting across her lips. “Even when I’m a brat?” She crooked an eyebrow.
“Especially when you’re a brat. You get my fucking blood boiling, and all I want to do is tie you up and fuck the sass out of you.”
“I can get down with that,” she said, now climbing on top of me.
I held her thighs still, gazing up at her as she ran her fingers through her hair and stuck out her tits. They were still begging for me. I sat up, capturing one tight bud between my teeth. “I think I still need to mark you as mine,” I said against her heated skin. “What do you say, baby?”
“Yes.”
19
lina
It had been a long time since my brain was quiet. Ever since I was a kid, I felt like my mind was going ninety miles per hour. My body was barely able to catch up, always running the risk of being overstimulated and burning out. Riding helped that. It centered me and gave me a focus. As a teenager, I was wild, unruly even. Testing all my limits, pushing to see how far I could go before Dad yelled at me or he let me get bucked off. He’d pull me to the side and just ask in a level tone, “Now what can we learn from that?”
I was always too much for Mom. When I told her I wanted to live with Dad permanently, she seemed almost relieved. I understood her response, even if it stung that my mom didn’t want me staying with her. I was too much for most people. But fuck them. I never once tried to rein myself in to make myself more palatable for them. If they didn’t like me for me, they weren’t worth my time anyway.
It was probably why I never had a steady boyfriend. I had plenty of friends growing up. I was the fun one. The one who was always organizing the parties and shenanigans. But the boys came and went. They were mostly there for the sex. I didn’t blame them. I was there for the sex, too. Fun one, remember? Assoon as it turned into a relationship, though, I was suddenly too much for them.
I never felt as though someone could accept all of me. That I could be secure in the fact that I belonged to someone. That I was just enough for someone.
Until now.
Standing in the middle of the arena back at Thornbrush, leading Mushu in a circle while Reed’s daughter, Penn, sat on top, made me feel as if I could have it all. Watching her grip the reins, a huge smile on her little face beneath her helmet, made my chest tighten.
My brain was quiet, too. Just enjoying this moment of peace, smelling the sawdust and hay, hearing the clomp of Mushu’s hooves and Penn’s giggle made me feel as though my boots were pulling energy from the earth. The warmth of being home spread through my bones and rejuvenated me. I hadn’t realized how much being on the circuit had drained me.
As soon as we got back home, the double-wide was ready for Reed and Penn, and Jude and Reed were busy moving everything in. Seeing Penn fly down the steps of Jude and Romy’s house into her dad’s outstretched arms after we drove up made my ovaries hurt. What the fuck was that? Since when did my baby-making clock start ticking? I hadn’t even thought about kids. I think in my mind it was just something far off in the distance. Something I’d eventually do when I got older, but I was twenty-seven. Maybe this was just something that happened to most people around this age? Or maybe it was just something people thought of when they found a compatible partner?
“Shit,” I said under my breath. So much for my thoughts not spiraling. I had no idea what I was doing, but Penn sure was fucking cute in her little Carhartt overalls and cowboy boots, her wispy, dark-blonde hair tied back in a low ponytail.
“Oh, Mushu.” Penn giggled, petting his mane.
I turned in a circle, holding his lead while Mushu walked.
“Do you think my dad is done setting up my room?” she asked.
“Just about. One more turn, and then you can help me unsaddle Mushu before we head over there.”
“I can’t wait to see it,” she practically squealed. Mushu bobbed his head as if he were as excited as she was.
