He licked me through my orgasm, then kissed my clit, my inner thighs, then sat back on his heels and put his two fingers that had been inside me in his mouth. Licked them clean.
Reaching up, I set his hat back on his head. Grinned.
“I like the way you kiss,” I admitted.
He winked up at me. “Not gonna get that from a sperm bank.”
Oh my God. While he was right, I was mortified.
“There’s more where that came from. Soon.”
Then he worked to get my leggings and panties back on and pulled back up. Helped me in my sneaker like Cinderella before her prince. Only when I was presentable again–I could only imagine how flushed my cheeks were–he stood, adjusted his Stetson, then opened the office door and left, leaving his clean scent and the view of his taut ass in his wake.
If that was…that,then sex was going to be insane. My pussy tingled and throbbed, eager for more. I was wet–even though he’d licked it all up–and my clit tingled.
I wanted to have sex with Buck Wilder. There was no question of that. He was gorgeous. Sexy. An amazing kisser. An amazing pussy eater. Dirty talker, too. I had no doubt he’d be very skilled between the sheets, once we got to a bed.
I ducked into the bathroom and washed my hands, then looked at myself in the mirror. I definitely looked like I’d been up to something because my tiredness was gone. I looked relaxed and flushed. Like I had a man who’d seen to my needs, wherever and whenever was required.
Fooling around with Buck Wilder was one thing.But did I want to make a baby with him? I’d be tied to him for eighteen years. He wasn’t anonymous sperm. He was a cowboy from Devil’s Ditch who seemed to have a breeding kink and a very diligent nature.
I wasn’t sure if I could resist, especially not after that sample. I wasn’t sure if I wanted to.
7
BUCK
One kiss.One fucking kiss and I’d lost my mind. I’d needed more and I took it, getting her alone in Mabel’s office so I could get her taste on my tongue. Right from the fucking source. I knew what she sounded like when she came. Knew what she looked like when she found her pleasure. And she’d been wearing my Stetson while doing it.
Fuck yeah.
What I wanted to do with her next didn’t involve chaperones and while I definitely wanted to fuck her over the diner’s counter, I wanted to take my time with Sage. Our first time needed to be in a bed. Mybed, where I could spend all night getting her to take my dick and filling her with load after load of my cum. My balls ached and were fucking heavy with the amount I had for her.
Since that couldn’t happen while she was working at the Sip N’ Serv, I had to wait until she closed.
Fucking patience. My dick had none.
Reluctantly leaving her behind with her taste on my tongue and her scent on my fingers, I went back to the ranch and took out the tractor, pulling the trailer loaded with bales of hay, up and over the second rise to where the cattle was grazing. With the snow, it was hard for the animals to get to the grasses buried beneath, so I supplemented with hay.
All day as I tossed out hay, my thoughts were on Sage. That kiss. Her perfect, bare pussy and how it dripped for me.
I hadn’t been wrong about our connection. That we were perfect for each other.
It’d stunned me when I learned that Trig and Ellie had given their new little girl her name.
It was a beautiful name. The perfect name. Still, it’d been unexpected. So had the fact that she’d come out a girl instead of the boy everyone planned for.
Because of it, Sage was inextricably tied to the Wilder family. And soon, she’d be tied in a different way. As my wife. She’d also be Sage Wilder.
Yeah, I was that crazy. As crazy as all my other siblings who’d fallen before me.
This past year, I’d been envious as hell of my brothers. They had what I wanted. A family of their own. Wives. Babies. Out of nine of us, only me and Hayes had yet to find The One.
As I stood on the now empty trailer, I glanced out over the land that had been in my family for generations. It was fucking freezing, but I was sweating beneath my coat and gloves. I’d been the one who’d wanted to run the ranch. It’d always been me. My other siblings had other aspirations. Bray was a farrier. Cam, a vet. Lainey worked the ranch with me, but she was a talented barrel racer, too. Zeb was probably gonna go pro with football. Shep had a successful mechanic shop. Me? This land? It was in my blood. Trig was the cowboy who rode on the backs of bulls. I was the rancher who cultivated and cared for the land. The animals.
It was my way of life. This land. I couldn’t imagine being anywhere else.
I hopped down from the trailer and climbed back in the tractor, started it up.
