He pushes deeper, filling every part of me, making me feel alive and finally complete.
I surrender to the overwhelming pleasure he brings me, trusting him completely to bring me nothing but pure satisfaction. With each thrust of his hips, I feel myself getting closer to reaching the peak of ecstasy.
"I want all of you," I whisper, gazing deeply into his intense eyes.
He kisses me fiercely, pouring all of his passion into it. Our bodies move together seamlessly, creating a perfect rhythm.
"Look at me," he growls, pinning me against the stall wall. “I need your eyes when we’re connected. This is just the beginning for us, Indie.” And I feel the truth in his words deep in my core. He is my forever.
I run my fingers through his hair, trying to ground myself in this moment. Our connection pulsates between us, igniting a fire I’ll never put out. Every inch of our skin ignites with pleasure as he thrusts slowly, savoring me, slow and deliberate. My senses are overloaded with the feeling of him inside me, and time seems to stand still as we explore each other's bodies. With King, I finally feel like I belong, like we were made for each other.
His moans of pleasure only fuel my own desire until we both reach a quick and explosive climax together. We are perfect together, two bodies perfectly matched in passion and lust. And in this moment, all worries and doubts melt away as we become one. And as he releases inside of me, I can't help but moan in pleasure, feeling completely alive and consumed by our passion. I know I never want to let go of him, chasing forever with him by my side is all I’ll ever need.
Chapter Eight
King
The Copper Country Café hums with the lazy buzz of a small-town morning. I sit at my usual corner table, nursing a black coffee that’s cooled too much for my liking. Betty, ever the meddler, keeps giving me knowing glances from behind the counter. She’s been on me about Indie for days now, but I don’t need her nosy nudges. I’ve got enough to think about without her matchmaking schemes.
Then I see her.
Indie walks in, sunlight streaking through the door and catching in her hair like the universe was built to spotlight her. She’s wearing that baby blue oversized sweater she seems to love, though it hangs off one shoulder, exposing smooth skin that’s way too distracting for a Sunday morning.
My coffee’s forgotten. Hell, everything’s forgotten. Ever since I was inside this woman last night I’ve been able to think about nothing but her. I drove her home after our passionate encounter in the barn–I asked her to stay–to let me hold her all night long, but she refused, saying she didn’t want to rush things.You’ll get sick of me if we move so fast,she’d said. She’s wrong, I could never get sick of her, but I didn’t want to pushher. I know she’s struggling with something she hasn’t yet told me, so if she needs time, I’m happy to give it to her.For now.
Indie meets my eyes then, and there’s a flicker of something—something warm, inviting, and dangerous all at once. She smiles, soft and teasing, and I know she’s going to be the death of me.
Betty pounces before she can get two steps in. “Morning, Indie! Got your usual waiting for you. King’s over there looking like a grizzly in heat. Why don’t you keep him company?”
“Betty,” I grumble, but the woman just winks.
Indie laughs, and damn if the sound doesn’t send a bolt of heat straight through me.
“I think he might bite,” she teases, glancing at me as she heads to the counter.
I lean back in my chair, letting her see the smirk I can’t help. “Only if you ask real nice.”
She shakes her head, fighting a grin, and that’s when I notice the man behind her.
Tall. Polished. A suit that costs more than my truck. The way he looks at her, like he owns her, has every instinct in me sharpening. I don’t like it. Not one damn bit.
“Indie,” he says, his voice smooth and oozing entitlement.
She stiffens, and the light in her eyes dims. That’s all I need to know I hate this guy.
“Chad,” she says, her tone icy but steady. “What are you doing here?”
“Collecting what’s mine,” he replies, loud enough for the whole café to hear. The smug smirk on his face makes me want to knock his teeth in.
Indie steps back, crossing her arms. “I’m not yours. You need to leave.”
Chad ignores her, stepping closer, his voice dropping but no less venomous. “You can’t run forever, Indie. You belong withme, in Hollywood, not playing house with some hicks on this mountain.”
That does it. I push back my chair, the scrape loud and deliberate. Every eye in the café turns toward me, but I don’t care. My boots hit the floor with heavy steps as I cross the room.
“You got a problem, city boy?” I ask, my voice low and dangerous.
Chad turns, sizing me up. I see the flicker of hesitation in his eyes before he hides it behind a sneer. “This doesn’t concern you, cowboy.”
