The mix of pleasure and pain was like an explosion of sensation that detonated through me. I screamed his name as my orgasm tore through me with a vengeance.
I writhed on his cock, clutching to him as if my life depended on it as I rode the blaze searing through every inch of my body. He roared his own release a moment later, his hips bucking and twitching as he came inside me.
We sat there, tangled up in one another. My body had turned to jello, putty, mush. Every limb in my body was suddenly too heavy to move even an inch. Resting my head into the crook of his shoulder, I listened to his racing heartbeat. His fingers brushed up and down my spine—soft, reassuring strokes meant to calm and soothe.
I don’t know how much time had passed, but when we’d righted our clothes and laid out on the blankets and pillows night had fully taken over the sky. Stars shone like diamonds against a canopy of black. I’d never seen so many stars before. His music still played softly, accompanied by the soft chirping of crickets and an owl in a nearby tree. It didn’t feel real how perfect the moment was. One of his strong arms cradled me to his chest, while he had the other propped behind his neck, his gaze toward the stars.
But even though I had a the most beautiful night-time sky above me, all I could look at was him.
“It’s rude to stare,” he huffed, a lopsided grin pulling on his lips.
“I wasn’t staring, I was admiring,” I teased.
He chuckled, running his fingers lazily through my hair.
I bit my lip. I probably shouldn’t ask this, but I was curious. Watching his face to gauge his reaction, I said, “I’m sorry if this is rude. You don’t have to answer if it makes you uncomfortable. But…well, what do you miss most about seeing?”
He didn’t even miss a beat. “Tits.”
I gasped, bolting upright and pegging him with an exasperated stare. “What?” I giggled. “Thatis what you miss most?”
He laughed. “What? It’s true.” He pushed up onto an elbow and traced my curves with his calloused hands as his mouth found mine. I got lost in him so thoroughly I almost forgot what we were talking about. His hand skimmed up my breast beforecupping and kneading it, sending bolts of desire straight to my core.
“I bet yours are fuckin’ gorgeous,” he murmured against the curve of my jaw as he kissed a path down toward my throat.
As turned on as I was, I found myself laughing. “You are terrible.”
“I’m honest.” His mouth dipped lower, his teeth scraping along my collarbone.
“So, tits is your final answer?” I asked, the words a bit breathless.
Another laugh rumbled out of his chest and I reveled in the way it floated over me. I don’t think he realized how incredibly sexy he was. Everything he did made me want him. All the time.
He blew out a sigh, some of the playfulness sobering within him as he settled onto his back once more and said, “I used to love watching the stars at night. This… What we’re doin’ now. It was my favorite thing to do on a nice night like this one.”
I smiled softly, glancing up at him. There was a wistful twist to his lips, a sad smile, like he was remembering those nights. I placed my hand on his chest, the steady pulse of his heartbeat thumping beneath it. “It’s beautiful out tonight. I’ve never seen anything like it.”
“Are the stars shining?” he asked, and I didn’t miss the longing note hidden in his words.
My bottom lip trembled as I tried and failed to imagine how I’d possibly feel if I could never see the stars again. If I could never see again in general. He was so much stronger and resilient than anyone would ever be able to comprehend. I sat up and leaned over him to kiss him gently. “Brightly, Hux. So brightly.”
I settled back against his side, and for a time we just laid there once more, content to enjoy the peacefulness of the evening.
“So, I’ve been thinkin’...” Hux’s voice startled me with its depth after so long in silence.
I traced patterns with my fingertips over his chest. “About?”
“About if your dad sells the ranch.” He sat up higher, propping himself up against the back of the cab of the truck.
I stilled, my gaze flicking to his. “What do you mean?”
“I could buy it.” He said the words so casually I almost thought he was joking. But something in the set of his jaw gave me pause.
“What? How?”
With a shrug, he said, “I’ve got quite a bit saved up.”
I mean, I had no doubt he’d made a lot from riding, but… “My dad paid like ten million for that place. You have that?”
