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“Is she comfortable with you kissing her?” he laughed.
Denver’s chuckle only got deeper, making my toes curl. “You have no idea,” he muttered under his breath before saying, “Yes, she is. You always have to make sure the other person is comfortable with you touching them.”
Of course, he had to get more perfect. He valued consent.
This man—thiscowboy.
My cowboy.
Caleb asked us to join him outside. He wanted to show his us that he finally figured out how to saddle his horse. I stood on the porch while Lance and Denver watched him saddle his young steed.
Heat crawled up my cheeks as Caleb told me he had to learn on a saddle stool first. He went on to explain there were two saddle stools in the barn, one upstairs and one in the storage room on the ground floor. I cleared my throat and noticed a cocky grin poking out from under Denver’s hat.
Thankfully, Lance didn’t noticethat.
After a few minutes, Denver told them he would be down after lunch as he ushered me up the porch steps. He pushed me inside, barking at Lance to keep an eye on Caleb. I was standing in the foyer when he stepped inside, something radiating off his large body that I couldn’t quite pick up on. I held my hands up and opened my mouth to say something, but he didn’t let me. He dipped his shoulder, put it to my stomach, and lifted me.
“Denver!” I cried.
I was upside down, watching his ass as he walked us into the kitchen. Denver set me down on the island, swiping all the stuff behind me onto the floor with a growl. I gaped at him. “Den—”
“Shut up,” he hissed, shoving my legs open. I didn’t wear underwear today, and he sucked in a breath at the sight of my damp pussy. He took off his hat and set it on my head.
“Fuckingstarvingfor that cunt,” he clipped, dropping to his knees.
Before I could utter a word, his mouth was on me. My back arched as my mouth fell open, a breathy moan leaving me. His tongue flicked against my clit roughly before he bent lower and impaled me with it.
“Smoke,” I gasped, lifting my knees higher and gripping his hair with one hand. He groaned against me, the vibration sending pleasure zapping through my body, straight to my nipples. His hands slid under my legs and, one by one, he hooked them over his shoulders.
Denver lifted his head and the second his eyes met mine, his smoke surrounded me, closing off the world around us. “Lie back,” he ordered, his voice gravelly and thick with desire.
“You didn’t lock the door,” I rasped, my body tense with anticipation.
“Lance knows to tell everyone not to come up here,” he informed casually as he kissed my inner thighs.
“Wha—”
“Told him was going to eat lunch,” he stated, his gray eyes on my entrance.
“Honey—”
His hand shot up and he pushed me back. “Lie back, spread your legs, and let me fucking eat my meal,” he growled.
I nodded and spread my thighs further. Without delay, he was back on me again, holding my thighs against his broad shoulders. He went at me like a man starved, growling and groaning against me. His beard only added to the sensations, as he tongue-fucked me, his moustache rubbing against my clit in the most intoxicating way.
It was too much.
When my hips started moving against his face, he pulled away slightly. “Slutty little pussy, fucking my face,” he whispered. His words shot up my spine and I let out a moan, arching for him. His cowboy hat fell forward, covering my face.
“Please,” I begged, pulling his hat away from my face.
“Again,” he taunted, dragging the tip of his tongue over the tip of my clit. It wasn’t enough. I needed more.
“Smoke, please!”
“Please, what? Tell me what you want,” he demanded, his voice gravelly and deeper than before.
“I-I—”
