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“Yes,” she gasps, her nails scoring my back, digging into the meat of my ass. “I can’t imagine giving it to anyone else.”
Joy crests in my throat, my chest. Is this really happening?
Is this perfect angel giving herself to me?
Yes. Yes, she is. And I’m taking. I have no choice but to devour her offering.
I grind my dick against her sweet spot, possessiveness roaring inside of me like a shackled beast wanting to be set free. “Hold on tight, darlin’. Here comes the devil.”
A horse whinny comes from outside. A loud one.
Not an unusual sound on a farm, but the horses are kept in stalls in the barn. They don’t simply roam loose around the property. Something must be wrong—and Bianca senses it. She breaks our passionate kiss and looks at me through dazed eyes.
“Should you go find out what happened?” she asks, her inner thighs grazing my ribcage.
My frustrated groan shakes the windowpanes. “I don’t want to stop touching you.”
“I don’t want that, either,” she whispers, kissing my chin. “But we have all night.”
As if one night is ever going to be enough with her.
The horse lets out another whinny, this one louder than the last.
I lift my hips and wince, removing myself from the Bianca’s heat. Rolling off her naked body ispainful.My cock is straight as a rod, throbbing, a little shiny from the wetness of her pussy. “I’m going to bring the horse back to the barn, see what’s up. Then I’m coming right back here, darlin’.” I cup her tits in my much larger hands, teasing her nipples with my thumbs until she makes a whiny sound. “I want my night with you.”
She nods, biting her lip.
A blonde seductress in my bed, wet and willing.
I haul my overalls back up, attaching one of the straps and stomp out of the house, the cold air practically sizzling against my hot skin. I only register the gray stallion vaguely, because I’m seeing visions of Bianca, horny and rosy in my room. Waiting for me.
“How in tarnation did you get out?” I ask the horse, stomping in his direction.
Before I can reach him, he takes off in a gallop toward the barn.
Biting back a curse, I go after him, my erection still so stiff it makes my eyes water.
Fine. I’ll get him settled back in his stall and—
As soon as I enter the barn and hear a second whinny, this one from a mare, I know I won’t be getting back to bed any time soon.
5
Bianca
When Dusty doesn’t come back to bed after ten minutes, I begin to get worried.
What if he went out in the darkness, tripped over something and got hurt.
What if one of those wolves came down from the mountain and got him?
I can’t fathom any creature, great or small, getting the drop on my giant, but I continue to pace the floor in front of the bed. Eventually, I get cold and sneak into his closet to find a flannel shirt, putting it on and buttoning it up, snorting when the hem goes all the way to my knees. Maybe I’ll just pop outside and check on him. In case he needs help.
That way I can distract myself from the fact that I am aching with worry over a man that I’m supposed to leave tomorrow morning. No, Iamleaving tomorrow morning. I can’t just stay here on this farm. That would be preposterous. The city is beckoning me home and furthermore, I have the meeting of a lifetime this week. I have to rehearse my lines.
But first, it seems I’m giving this big, lovable man my V-card.
I did not see this coming, but I can’t deny that it feels right. Inevitable.
