Page 120 of Blue Jean Summer

But I’d never say no to Catherine.

I never had been able to.

I wanted nothing more than to stop pretending, not because I didn’t want her, but because I did.

I stroked her cheek with the back of my knuckles as she eased closer. The delicate way her eyelids fluttered closed took my breath away. There was an immeasurable level of trust between us. It was inherent and undeniable. I kissed Catherine, sliding my tongue along hers as our bodies pressed together, chest to chest. She reached between us, unfastening the buttons of my dress shirt before untucking it from my jeans. Lithe fingers slid beneath my belt and boxers, wrapping around my cock.

“Cath—” I could barely get her name off my tongue. I had missed her touch. I had missed the inseparable connection of being entwined with her.

“You’re falling behind, cowboy,” she whispered before latching onto my throat. Thunder rattled the stables, making the lights flicker, but Catherine’s hands never stopped moving. I pulled her shirt over her head. Her bra was quick to follow. Catherine pushed my shirt off my shoulders and down my arms, then tugged my undershirt over my head. I kicked off my jeans then took care of her shorts and underwear, tossing them aside.

A torrent of rain let loose over the valley, rattling the roof like a drumroll.

“Open your legs for me, beautiful,” I whispered as lightning cracked outside like a lasso. “Let me show you how proud I am of you.”

Catherine’s eyes closed, hiding those soft blues as I gently pushed her thighs apart.

She was indescribably beautiful. Nothing compared to her. Not the mountains. Not the skies. Not the valley and every flower in it.

“Hayes,” she whimpered as I smoothed my hands up and down the insides of her thighs.

“Not yet,” I rasped as I brushed the pad of my thumb over each delicate crease and fold of her sex. I didn’t know how much longer we would need to pretend. The estate was mine, but I wasn’t champing at the bit to put an end to this. I didn’t want to think about what it would be like to sign those papers and watch her walk away.

Catherine gasped and arched her back as I bowed between her legs and pleasured her glistening pussy with sloppy, open-mouthed kisses. Pretty toes painted sky blue curled in the blankets as she panted. I replaced my mouth with my fingers, tracing and teasing her cunt as I kissed up her stomach, then across her breasts, and buried my face in the crook of her neck, raining kisses along her throat. Her pulse raced against my tongue as I traced each line and tendon. I kissed her ear, then behind it. I kissed along her jaw, listening to her sweet whimpers as I bathed her in adoration and slowly teased and stretched her pussy with two fingers.

I nipped at her earlobe, then whispered, “I’m making love to you tonight. You need to know that.”

Tears leaked from the corners of her eyes as she nodded. “Please.”

I rested my forehead on hers as I massaged her clit. Her legs snaked around my hips, dragging me closer. I ached for her. I craved her. She was every spring breeze that brought new life. Every summer sun that warmed and sustained. She was the reprieve of fall and the magic of winter.

Catherine Wilder was everything.

I reached between us, teasing her clit as I slid inside her and rested there. “You alright?”

“I want it, Hayes,” she choked out as she nodded.

“Want what, darling?”

Catherine wrapped herself around me and tucked her head in the crook of my neck. “You. Us.”

We moved as one. Pushing. Pulling. Giving and taking. Each roll of her hips was for my pleasure, and each carefully timed thrust was for hers. Heavy breaths and pants of ecstasy were kept sacred by the rain.

I had once told Catherine that I found her in the rain. That she took something painful and made it cleansing. I was more sure of it today than I had been when I first said it.

I wanted to drown in her.

“Hayes,” she whimpered. “I—”

“You can fall apart,” I promised. “I’ve got you.”

Her breath caught and her grip tightened as she held on to my arm and shoulder for dear life.

The cry that escaped her lips as she unraveled tore at my insides. I groaned as her pussy contracted, squeezing my cock as she stole every bit of pleasure there was to have. I came with one more thrust, emptying into her as she breathed through each wave of her own orgasm.

I rolled to my back, staying buried inside her as I pulled her onto my chest. Catherine clung to me. Delicate breaths danced across my chest. I memorized the rhythm of her heartbeat. The way she lay on top of me. The way it felt to fall.

Chapter 31