She flips eagerly, ass up, looking back with that smitten smile. “Like this? For you?”
Those curves—I grab her hips, thumbs stroking, spreading her gently. She’s dripping, ready, and the sight makes my chest ache in a way I don’t want to name.
I slide back in, deep. She moans my name, pushing back, voice wrecked. “Don’t stop… please, Cole, just like that…”
I wrap her hair around my hand, tug lightly—not sharp, just enough. She whimpers, needy, loving it. “You fuck me so good,” she whispers. “I can’t get enough.”
Her words hit hard. I drive faster, feeling her start to tighten, pulse.
“I’m close,” she whimpers, voice trembling. “I’m going to cum.”
I groan, hips snapping. “Yeah… fuck, yeah.”
We come together—she clenches tight around me, crying out soft and sweet, body shaking. I bury deep, spilling inside her with a low, ragged sound, holding her hips.
I collapse beside her, both of us panting. She turns toward me, curls into my side, head on my chest. Her fingers trace lazy circles over my heart.
She just smiles against my skin, pressing a soft kiss there.
I don’t pull away.
Not even a little.“I’ve never had sex outside,” she says, dazed and glowing. “That was… pretty great. Amazing, actually.”
I pull her face to mine and kiss her slow, gentle, tasting the salt on her lips.
We lie there naked, tangled, letting the sun dry our skin—until hoofbeats shatter the quiet.
“Oh hell. I’m sorry,” Luke’s voice calls out.
I’m on my feet in a heartbeat, stepping in front of Layla, shielding her.
“I didn’t see anything!” he yells, panicked.
“What do you need, Luke?” I snap, voice like gravel.
“Callie’s going into labor. We need you—now!”
“Fuck.” I turn to Layla. “We gotta go.”
She’s already scrambling into her clothes, cheeks still flushed, eyes bright with excitement.
“Wait,” she calls as we swing back into the saddles, “does this mean I get to see a horse being born?”
I grin over my shoulder, adrenaline still buzzing through me. “That’s exactly what it means.”
She laughs, wild, happy and kicks Shadow into a run right behind me, the two of us tearing across the pasture toward the barn, hearts pounding, still tasting each other on our lips.
Chapter 14
What a Foal
Layla
I’m still buzzing from the creek, from Cole’s hands, his mouth, the way he looked at me like I was the only thing in the world worth seeing, when we thunder into the yard. Shadow skids to a dramatic stop because apparently even he has main-character energy today, and I’m already sliding off before Cole can growl at me to wait.
The barn is alive. Lights blazing, doors flung wide, a handful of ranch hands moving fast but quiet, like they’re afraid to spook the miracle happening inside. Cole strides ahead, all long legs and purposeful grump, but he reaches back without looking and grabs my hand. Just laces our fingers together like it’s the most natural thing.
That freaks me out. This is supposed to be fun Cole and I’m not sure everyone needs to know about our little fling just yet.
