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Unable to stop herself, she ran her fingers through his thick hair and pulled him closer. She’d never wanted anyone as much as she wanted him as his mouth continued to explore her body. After what she’d endured over the last few years, she hadn’t thought her body was capable of the cravings Mace brought to life.

She squeaked when his hands cupped her ass and lifted her to fit against him. Without even thinking, she wrapped her legs around his waist. If someone else walked up the trail, those people would get quite a show. And she did not care. All she wanted in that moment was more.

For the first time in two years, she felt wanted. It was like she was Sleeping Beauty, coming back to life with the power of her Daddy’s kiss.

From the hardness of his cock, she wasn’t alone. His mouth destroyed her ability to think. All she could do was feel as his strong hands gripped her bottom. He held her there, pressed against him. A moan escaped her as she tightened her thighs around him.

She rubbed against him, needing more. She wanted to rip his clothes off right there and do deliciously wicked things to him. He pressed his thick, hard cock to her core, rocking against her until she thought she’d scream.

He must have sensed it, because suddenly his lips were back on hers as he ran his hands down the backs of her thighs, drawing a whimper from her. Had anyone ever died from need?

Finally, he lifted his head. Storms of desire swirled in his eyes. Heat and something dangerously unrestrained radiated from him, and it set off a shimmering rush inside her, quick and eager and alive. For the first time, she was wanted. No…needed. He needed her as much as she needed him.

Possession burned in his gray eyes, dark and glinting and threaded with raw desire. They’d been doing something a few minutes before, right? They had, but all she could think about now was the promise of something dark and wonderful held in his gaze.

“Firefly, if we don’t stop this now, I’m gonna take you right here. You need to help me, because I don’t want our first time together to be on the forest floor where anyone could stumble by.” He spoke in a low, raw murmur that skimmed over her skin and sank straight into her fraying nerves.

Her dazed brain was slow to react. Before she could speak, the shrill ring of his phone broke the silence around them. Sheshook her head, trying to clear her muddled thoughts. His phone rang again.

With a growl, Mace squeezed her bottom and pulled her sex tighter against his own. Then he lowered her until her feet touched the ground. He held her captive, with his eyes and his hands, until he knew she could stand.

She missed the heat of him the second he took a small step back. Her body still pulsed with need.

His phone rang a third time, and he pulled it from his back pocket. She’d never wanted to snatch something from someone’s hand in her life, but somehow she didn’t think her Daddy would appreciate that.

Without taking his eyes off her, he answered. “Mace.” His jaw flexed as he listened to whoever was calling him. “Yeah. I had to take care of someone. We’re headed back that way now.”

He reached for her, cupping her jaw with one hand and running his thumb along her lip. “We have to get back,” he confirmed what she’d already guessed. “But when the Bronco Bustin’ is over, we are going to get a few things settled.”

Her heart stuttered. He sounded so growly and mad. She could only hope he wasn’t angry with her. He hadn’t seemed angry a minute ago.

Pulling her to him again, he pressed his lips to her forehead. “Let’s get this done.” With that, he took her hand, and they walked back to camp.

Chapter Seventeen

Fiera hadn’t gotten a real good look at the Bronco Bustin’ area. The minute she realized it was a massive ball pit with “ride em’ cowgirl” craziness in the center, she was all in. Bright, colorful plastic balls filled a circular pen area. In the middle sat a wide mechanical platform that looked suspiciously like a flattened mechanical bull base.

Scanning the Littles standing around, she spotted her friends and dragged her Daddy that way. It looked like, one way or another, her Daddy was going to give her a ride. Literally.

“What’s the hurry, babygirl?” Master Mace demanded, though he pretended she had the strength to tug him along. “It’s not like a contraption as big as we built is going anywhere.”

“I wondered where you went,” Daisy said when they reached the group. Giving her an up and down glance, Daisy grinned. “That Bronco Bustin’ thing looks dangerous, but not as dangerous as the games it looks like you just finished.”

“That’s quite enough of that, little girl,” Master Rett said.

“Dangerous and a lot more fun,” Sadie added. “Ouch! Daddy, what was that for?”

“You know very well what that was for, young lady. Now, since you girls wanted to wait until everyone was here”— MasterDerek cast a pointed glare at Master Mace, who shrugged and smiled—“let’s get in line for our turn.”

Wren led the way, doing her best to drag her Daddy along, “Let’s go, everyone. It looks fun!”

Master Derek grinned. “Bronco Bustin’, Little style.”

“I missed the instructions. I had to take care of something at the stables. How does this work?” Master Travis asked.

Everyone looked at her Daddy, so Fiera did, too. “One person, usually the Daddy, but whatever works for each couple, gets on their hands and knees on the padded balance board. There are places for your hands and feet. The other person, usually the Little, straddles their bronco’s back. The balance board will then start moving. By moving, I mean it will shimmy, shake, tilt, spin, and do everything else you can imagine. The goal is for the bronco to stay on the balance board with the Little still riding for fifteen seconds. If either person falls off, the team is out. Each couple who stays on for the entire fifteen seconds wins a prize.”

Fiera’s pulse ticked up.