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I couldn’t help but laugh. “Okay, cowboy, that’s enough. How about we take a breather until Harrison gets here? Shouldn’t be too long now.” I dismounted, and he followed suit, stumbling slightly when he reached the ground.
I peered at him. “How are your legs holding up?”
He leaned over and massaged his thigh with one hand. My eyes went straight to the bulge in his jeans before sliding down the rest of his muscled legs.
He clearly noticed. “See anything you like?”
I blinked up at him. “Huh?”
His grin was as wide as the sun. “A man looks at my fly like that and I’m going to jump to some conclusions, cowboy.”
He was too tempting. And technically, maybe, this was still considered a time out of time.
When we returned home, I could go back to being a proper boss. In the meantime, I needed to touch him, to taste him, one more time.
In two steps, I was in front of him. I reached for the front of his shirt and fisted it before using it to haul him close and crush my mouth to his.
14
RICHARD
I’d been wrong about Boone. Given his weirdness the night before, I’d assumed he’d do his best to pretend nothing physical had happened between us. But that was not at all what happened.
As he kissed the fuck out of me, I thought back to the easy grins and open conversation he’d shared with me so far this morning. He hadn’t been his usual gruff self at all.
I wrapped my arms around his broad back and pulled him in close, trapping his fist between us. His other hand came up to cup the back of my head as if he worried I’d stop kissing him too soon.
News flash: I would never stop kissing him too soon.
We kissed for a long time, tasting and exploring each other’s mouths and running hungry hands all over each other. When Boone finally got a hand between us to rub my dick through the denim of my jeans, I realized I wasn’t going to be content until we saw this whole thing through.
I dropped to my knees and fumbled for his belt, yanking desperately until I got the leather strap free and yanked open his pants.
His fingers brushed through my hair, and I looked up to meet his eyes. He looked at me with a tender kind of affection, something James had done all the time when we were together. But when James had done it, I’d wanted to look away. I’d never felt worthy of his affection for some reason.
When Boone did it… it ignited something long hidden inside of me. That look on his face made me want to be worthy, but at the same time, it made me feel like I already was.
I kept my eyes locked on his as I began to lick and suck him. The heat in his gaze darkened and sparked, making my stomach tumble with excitement.
“You’re the sexiest man I’ve ever seen,” he said roughly. His hands came around to the sides of my face, and he caressed my cheeks with his thumbs. “Just like that. Christ.”
He groaned and threw his head back as I swallowed him down. I cupped his sac with one hand and reached back to press behind it with another. The sounds he made only spurred me on until saliva dripped from his balls and my chin. Boone’s jaw tightened as he met my eyes again.
He was holding back, trying to prolong the blowjob, but I wanted him to lose control. I wanted to make him lose control.
I reached around and grabbed his ass, squeezing hard before sneaking my index finger between his cheeks and grazing his hole as I sucked him faster and fucked my throat with his cock.
He shouted and tightened his hand in my hair, holding me deep on his cock for a split second before releasing me and fisting his hands by his sides as he continued to come down my throat. I sputtered and gagged before licking and sucking him through the rest of his orgasm.
When he was done, he pulled back, and I raised a hand to wipe my mouth. He stopped me. “I like you looking like this,” he said. He ran his thumb along my lips, smearing saliva and cum in the wake of his touch.
I wanted to hear more, find out what else he liked and how I could please him, but the moment was broken by the sound of an engine revving in the distance beyond the tree break. Harrison arriving with the truck. Boone’s eyes cleared, and he took a step back, pulling me to my feet. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a dark blue bandana, which he used to carefully clean my face.
This kind of tenderness I could hardly bear. It was a promise I wasn’t sure he realized he was making. I tried to grab the cloth from him to do it myself, but he batted my hand away and took hold of my jaw with one hand to hold me still.
