Page 66 of High Water

“I made a promise to the sober version of you I have every intention of keeping.”

“She’s no fun.”

“Well, she’s the one with the keys to the metaphorical chastity device, and she’s not here, so I’m afraid we’re out of luck.”

Her lips quiver with amusement, and then she smiles in a way that goes all the way to her pretty green eyes, lighting them up like the Fourth of July.

“I like the way you follow my rules, cowboy.” She leans forward and kisses my jaw tentatively and then slowly makes her way down my neck. “I think it earns you a small reprieve.” There’s another slow roll of her hips. “Assuming you don’t mind walking out of here with your hat hovering over the mess I’m about to make of your jeans.”

“Aspen,” I choke out her name when she grinds on me again, tossing my hat to the side in favor of taking her shirt off and kissing her way down my neck again. “Aspen, please.”

“You can tell me to stop. I’ll listen.” She pulls back and studies my face under lowered lashes. “But you’re facing a lengthy celibacy sentence with sober Aspen when you walk down the aisle with her tomorrow. You sure you want to say no to a lap dance?”

“I—”

“I took lessons last summer for Hazel’s bachelorette. And then after. I’m not too shabby.”

“No, you’re not,” I manage to mumble in between breaths, the kind that are getting heavier with every pass of her sweet little pussy over my jeans. “But I have a long walk to the truck.”

“I’ll make it worth it.”

Fuck. I might need to reconsider this marriage. All these rules. I don’t know if I can hold up long-term with her as a wife, and I refuse to break her rules. They’re all I’ve got right now. I’m going to have to lock up all the whiskey bottles in the house.

She kisses my neck again, going slower this time, letting her lips linger, and her tongue teases over my skin. She knows what she’s doing, and I’m already imagining it in other places.

Never mind locking them up. I needed to break them all. Or buy more.

“Hmm…” She hums a soft moan against my skin and pushes me backward until my elbows hit the bed. She hikes her skirt higher, giving me a peek at her soaked panties. It destroys the last of my willpower. I’m at her mercy.

She grabs my belt, anchoring her grip around the belt buckle like I’m the bull she’s riding now instead of the one she practiced on earlier. She gasps when she rolls her hips again.

“Oh, I think I might like this,” she murmurs, and I look down to see where she's grinding over me and up over the ridge of the metal cowboy hat skull that juts out from the buckle.

“I think I love this,” I whisper and bite down on my lower lip, groaning as she brings me closer and closer to coming in my pants. I should stop her. Preserve some part of my dignity, but I’d rather see her come than have an ounce of it left.

“Is it breaking the rules if I come?” she asks, her eyes opening to meet mine, authentic concern in them.

“You said they were rules for our marriage.” I manage to get the words out despite her taking another pass over my cock. I’m not going to last much longer myself. Another muted moan escapes me as she adjusts her position and resettles over me, her eyes locked on mine, waiting for my verdict. “I think this is a loophole since you’re still technically single for a few more hours.”

“I don’t want to be the one who breaks them first.” She frowns, her lip worrying between her teeth as her hips grind to a halt just short of sending me over the edge. “Tell me to stop.”

“I’m afraid that’s beyond my reach right now, honey. I’m like two seconds from coming. I think if you breathe too fucking hard, I’m done for.” I do my best not to sound like I’m about to fall apart even as I admit it. “Fuck…” I groan when she shifts a millimeter to the right. I manage to hold it together. “Give me something not sexy to think about.” I’m digging deep for something, anything to focus on to pull myself out of this fantasy we’re in.

“Imagine—” she starts, and then I hear the wickedest little laugh tumble out of her that I’ve ever heard. “Imagine I’m riding you bare and begging for you to come inside me right now.” She rolls her hips again, and her breathing stutters. “Oh fuck. I think I’m gonna come too.” She follows through, without a single fucking ounce of reservation, and only for her own pleasure. It’s too much, alongside the image she’s put in my head, and I lose any control I had left.

“Oh. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck,” I curse loudly as I fall over the cliff with her, her soft moans punctuating the roll of pleasure that courses through my body under her control.

She slides off me a moment later, rolling to her side and landing on her back, her hair spread out around her like a dark halo on the white sheets. She shakes with intermittent giggles, a soft grin at her lips, and amusement playing on her face before she looks over at me.

“Do you think I could take up lap dancing if this professor thing doesn’t work out?” She smirks at me.

“I think I know a guy who’s buying your whole fucking dance card out for eternity if you do.”

She grins. “You should go get cleaned up. See if you can salvage that situation before you leave.”

“Yeah.” I push off the bed.

“You want help?” She sits up on her elbows and grins as I make my way to the bathroom.