Page 59 of Wild at Heart


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My cock is hard as a fence post in my jeans, and it feels like it might bust through the fabric. As if he can read my thoughts, his fingers release the button and unzip the fly, bringing my shaft some needed relief. My skin is exposed to the cool air, but I don’t even notice because I’m burning for him. Porter licks at my hip bones and then buries his nose in the nest of hair at my groin.

I moan a little too loudly when his hot breath wafts against my sensitive head.

“Shh,” he coos. “We might not be seen by anyone, but we also don’t want to be heard. Don’t want a pack of wolves surrounding us either.”

A laugh bursts from my lips. More like a giggle. I’m giggling like a little kid with Porter fucking Dixon. But then, I always could.

“The wolves will just stop to watch us, marveling at how good we are together.”

He plants a kiss on my belly. “Now who’s overly confident?”

“I am when I’m with you.” I reach out to touch a lock of his hair. “You make me feel…”

“What?” he urges, his voice rumbling against my stomach.

“Like I’m alive with possibility. Like I just might get everything I’ve dreamed of.”

Porter’s eyes spring to mine with a tenderness I haven’t seen in a long while. “What do you dream of?”

I shut my eyes and shake my head because it’s too damned much and my heart is threatening to explode. Instead, I wiggle my hips. “You gonna suck me or what?”

I expect a smirky retort, but he engulfs my dick in his hot mouth, stealing my breath. He bobs for a while before pulling off to offer one anyway. “That shut you up right quick.”

I groan. “I have no idea if you’re speaking actual words. I’m too busy dying for your mouth.”

“Yeah?” He licks the slit. “Let me hear you beg for it.”

I rock my hips, hoping for more. “I thought you said I needed to be quiet.”

“You got me there.” And then he gives me exactly what I want, licking the glans, sucking me into his mouth so deep, I can feel the back of his throat.

And just as I’m about to skate along that edge, he pulls off to prolong my suffering, then does it again, his tongue circling lower on my shaft, so that I’m losing my mind.

I grip his hair. “Fuck me, Port. Need you to fuck me.”

He lifts onto his knees. “Good thing I’ve been bringing a condom and lube with me. Never know when you’re gonna run into a hot cowboy.”

He fishes the supplies out of his wallet, while I push out of my boots and jeans, leaving my shirt open against the blanket.

“That right?” I drawl. “Do you fuck all the hot cowboys?”

He loosens his belt buckle. “There’s only one that makes my dick this hard.”

“Oh yeah?” I glance up at him. “Then I’m sorry you’ll have to settle for me tonight.”

He growls as he kicks out of his boots. I love firing him up.

“Damn, Sully, just look at you.” His breath catches as he stares down at me. “Ain’t seen nothing prettier.”

I purse my lips. “So you do think I’m pretty.”

“More than pretty,” he replies, and I tremble.

Fucking hell, does this man do it for me.

“It’s not fair I can’t see you too.”

“Don’t have to ask twice.” Porter makes quick work of taking off the rest of his clothes, and now it’s my turn to stare at how gorgeous he is. The lean, long muscles, the angular cheeks, and those eyes that seem to burrow into my soul.

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