AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“Already, Val?” I taunted, loving the way her body responded to mine. My hips were slamming into her ass now, giving her everything I had, forcing her to take it as I held her captive in my arms. Her breath against my skin sent tingles down my spine. Fuck, I loved it.
I loved the sound of her breathing.
I loved the sight of her green eyes.
I loved the smile she gave me first thing in the morning.
I loved her.
My soul was tethered to hers, and there would be no parting from it. She was mine and I was hers. She made me a better man. She accepted my demons, and the pain of my past. She was patient with me and I her. There were days when it would hit her—the pain of watching her mother suffer—and I would have to give her space. Sometimes, she would want me to hold her and while other times, she wanted to be alone.
Nancy’s cancer was progressing, faster than Dr. Martin expected. However, we were making her comfortable, so that when the time did come for her to leave us, she would be surrounded by family. Yes, there were good days and bad. Valerie and I leaned on each other through it all. I was falling in love with her a little more with each passing day, which seemed impossible because I loved her more than the air in my lungs.
“Smoke,” she panted, her hand leaving my wrist to play with her clit. I slowed my movements, relishing the way her body shook around me. She was so fucking close, and I knew the second her climax peaked, it would send me over the edge.
“Such a good girl,” I purred, my voice gravelly. My hands dropped to her hips so I could pull her back to meet me thrust for thrust. She whimpered, working her fingers faster. “Play with that little pussy, Enchantress. Fuck, you take me so well.” I pulled out all the way, the head of my cock hovering over her entrance.
Valerie whined, “Please, please. Please, Denver.”
“You gonna come on my cock like the good little slut you are? Hm?”
She nodded against me. “Yes, yes!”
Slowly, I pressed back inside her, loving her. When I was balls deep, I pressed a kiss to her temple. Then, I fucked her hard, not stopping, even as she came apart on my cock, her cries bouncing off the shower walls.
“Fuck,” I ground out, thrusting my hips into her. “Fuck, that’s good. Take it, Valerie. Take it and tell me what I need to hear.”
“I-I love you!” she moaned. “I love you, Denver.”
White dots scattered my vision as I filled her, a guttural roar coming from my lips. “Valerie—fuck—Valerie!”
When we were both sated, leaning against the wall for support, my arms around her, I whispered in her ear, “I love you more than air.”
Now, I could start my day.
Valerie
“First of all, get fucked,” Lawson grumbled, causing the whole table to erupt in laughter. His brother threw his head back. Mags shook his head and looked at the ceiling. Beau put a hand on his flat stomach and the other on Lawson’s shoulder. Denver’s body shook under mine, his face in the back of my hair. Jigs’ shoulders shook as he raised his glass of whiskey to his lips.
Caleb was back at the house, his friend Adam, Dan’s son, staying the night. Jackie had flown back in for the week. She and Mom were on the porch swing under a blanket, talking about life, I’m sure.
The rest of us were at the bunkhouse, playing cards. It was Friday night, and we were celebrating the end of the season. The livestock exchange had gone well, and Denver sold a quarter of the herd, meeting his goal. The payout was done, and the sun had set. The whiskey had been poured, bellies were full of dinner I made, and laughter filled my ears.
Things were good.
For now.
Tim Moonie had disappeared, along with the man who kidnapped me. Cathy was still missing, the last time anyone had seen her was when she tried to take Caleb. Sheriff Bowen suspected that she cut ties and skipped town. He brought me in for questioning a week after the fire, and when I told him Cathy had a black eye, he had the same thoughts that I did. Moonie. Moonie beat her because she couldn’t convince Denver to sell.
After the fire, my dark cowboy hovered over me for days. He apologized a thousand times. Yes, I counted, even though I’d already forgiven him. He explained to me that Joseph Grayson, the bounty hunter, did an extensive background check on me. According to the Moonie Pipeline database, I had been added to the payroll again. It made sense to me, then, why Denver looked so betrayed.
“I shouldn’t have pushed you away,” he whispered, his voice cracking.
I looked up from my lap. He was sitting on the edge of his bed, leaning forward over his knees. His hat was beside him on the bed, and his dark hair was still damp from the shower. It was five in the morning. There was work that needed to be done, but Denver woke me up and told me that he couldn’t hold it in any longer.
“Nearly killed me, seeing you on the ground like that,” he croaked. His throat bobbed, and he tore his gray eyes away from mine.
My bottom lip trembled as I rasped, “I understand why you lashed out, honey.”
