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When she finally stopped trembling, I slowly withdrew my hand and kissed her gently on the forehead. “No one has ever made me feel like this before,” Clover whispered.
“And no one ever will, Wildflower.”
She shoved at my chest, but I didn’t budge. “You’re a Devil,” she replied.
“I am.”
“You’re not staying.”
“I’m not.”But that didn’t mean she couldn’t come with me.
Where the hell had that thought come from? Oh well. I could steal her away if necessary. I was a possessive bastard and we were just getting started.
She glared at me. “This isn’t permanent. Let’s not pretend it is. Don’t act all possessive. I don’t want things to get confusing.”
I shoved my finger inside her sensitive cunt once more, making her gasp. “Is this confusing, Wildflower?” I asked, pressing my lips to her shoulder. “Are you confused when you come in my palm? Confused when you’re wet for me? Confused when youachefor my cock? ’Cause I’m not. There’s nothing confusing about how you respond to me.”
She shuddered as I moved in and out faster, and I could feel her pussy gripping me harder with each thrust. “Fuck,” she gasped.
“Good,” I growled before surging forward one last time and claiming her mouth in a passionate kiss. She tasted like pure bliss, and I never wanted to let go.
When we finally broke apart, she looked up at me, her eyes blazing with desire. “What do you want from me?” she asked, her voice barely a whisper.
I smiled. “I want everything,” I replied, kissing her softly on the lips.
And I would have everything.
“I have to go,” she choked out. “Sorry to leave you . . .” She eyed the outline of my hard cock through my jeans.
I laughed. “We have plenty of time for more of this.”
“I think this might have been a one-time thing,” she said before slipping away from me and quickly putting on her jeans.
I grabbed her wrist lightly before she could run away. “Are you sure about that?” I asked, my voice soft.
Clover stared at my hand and tugged it away. “I think it’s for the best,” she said before backing away.
I inclined my head, my gaze never leaving her. “I’m not so sure,” I replied simply.
Clover paused and looked back at me, her face softening. After a moment, she nodded and walked away—leaving me standing there, my heart pounding, my mind spinning with possibilities.
Wildflowers were resilient. They grew against all odds.
And I’d fucking watch her bloom.
CLOVER
The desert basked in the late afternoon sun, its scorching heat radiating across the arid landscape. I wanted to stay in bed all day and think about Declan. His possessive words. His talented fingers. The way he made me come on his palm.
I quivered just thinking about it.
But this bachelor party booked me months ago, and I couldn’t say no to the money, even though it made me nervous to do an overnight ride with a bunch of drunk guys.
As a trail guide, I had grown to appreciate the rugged beauty of this unforgiving terrain. But today was different. I found myself leading a lewd group of guys on a bachelor party trail ride, but they were quite the handful.
Their boisterous laughter and the pungent smell of alcohol hung heavy in the air, making it challenging to maintain composure. Riding ahead of the group, I kept a vigilant eye on the surroundings, searching for any potential hazards that could put a damper on our adventure. It was no easy task, but I was determined to ensure their safety and make sure we all made it back.
The men guzzled their drinks as we slowly trudged through the thicket. Their rowdy laughter filled the air, and they made crude comments that made my skin crawl. It was nothing like my usual peaceful excursions with a group of sober riders.
