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I kneel and push the front of my pants down.
“Fuck you too, sweetheart,” I tell her, slamming my cock into her soaked pussy. “You can take it just fine.”
She cries and comes, then we eat leftovers and have coffee. The horses are somewhere in the mountains, but we both forgot why we’re here. Instead of leaving at noon, we go back to bed and she pushes me on my back and sinks down on my cock.
Her lip quivers and she bites it as our bodies join. I know she’s in pain, I fucked her raw last night and this morning. But she’s insatiable, and she digs her claws into the tattoos on my chest as she grinds her hips. Her eyes roll back in her head.
“You’re a fucking wildcat,” I pant.
She grins breathlessly, white teeth flashing. It’s cold downstairs, but it’s hot in the loft and sweat etches between her breasts. I grip the soft swell on either side of her hips and work with the rhythm of her body. Rising and falling, grinding until she shudders and her head falls back.
Her tits heave.
A warm flood soaks my groin. The tag on her collar shakes.
“That’s right, redbird,” I pant. “You fucking come all over this cock.”
She’s so weak she can barely sit up, so I flip her over and stroke her clit and fuck her until she comes again. I’m in no hurry to finish. As long as I can stay hard, I’m keeping her on my cock. And I’ve never had a problem staying hard.
She cries. That’s fine, she can safeword me when she’s had enough.
CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
KEIRA
I don’t ask him when we’re leaving. The afternoon wanes into night. He goes out before dark and takes care of the horses. I stand by the window and watch him whistle for them to come back to their stalls. It’s cold out, but he’s just in his shirt. The muscles ripple across his back as he pulls the bar over the door.
Cold comes in on his skin as he returns. I shut and lock the door, turning to lean against it.
“Is there any meat for dinner?” I ask.
“There’s a freezer in the kitchen pantry,” he says. “But it won’t be defrosted until tomorrow.”
“Are we staying that long?”
He’s by the sink, washing his hands. He pauses, wiping down his forearms with a towel, and his eyes snap to mine. That faintly amused expression is back.
“Yes, we’ll stay,” he says. “I’ll ride out tomorrow and locate the horses. We’ll leave the morning after.”
He spanks my ass lightly as he walks by, gripping it hard through my panties. There’s a driving possessiveness to the way he touches me and, my God, it keeps me wet.
I hear him rummaging in the pantry and then he sets a pack of frozen meat in the sink. He watches me, leaning on the kitchen counter, while I cook breakfast again. His stoicism is attractive, but it’s also frustrating. After everything we’ve done together, I assumed he’d be more open.
Maybe there’s nothing left to be open about. Maybe it died with the woman he loved first.
I swallow past my dry throat.
“What was her name?” I ask.
His expression doesn’t change. “Mariana.”
“Was…was she pretty?”
He nods.
“Do you…do you still love her?”
He’s somewhere far away. I can see the mist settle over his face. Finally he shakes his head.
