Total pages in book: 166
Estimated words: 160042 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 800(@200wpm)___ 640(@250wpm)___ 533(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 160042 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 800(@200wpm)___ 640(@250wpm)___ 533(@300wpm)
So I tackled him. Literally. I sprang up from the bed, all naked and jiggling curves, and I launched myself at him. I kissed every inch of his face and then his bare chest before attack-worshipping his dick. I say attack-worshipping because that’s exactly what I did. I didn’t give him a chance to utter a single word before I put him in my mouth and proceeded to love on every inch of it.
“It’s pretty,” he rumbles. “But it ain’t got nothin’ on you.”
I shake my head at him again. “Say thank you for bringing my delicious lunch.”
“Thank you for bringing my lunch,” he parrots, “but it won’t be as delicious as dessert.”
“What dessert?”
“The one I’ll have after dinner tonight.”
Okay, I give up. He’s so freaking good at this. Making me melt and filling me with butterflies. “Are you trying to sweet-talk me into forgiving you?”
He smirks, his fingers flexing in my hair. “No, ma’am.”
Damn it. Instant puddle.
“I want flowers,” I tell him.
“Buttercups?”
“Will you take me to see them again?”
They’re truly so beautiful, and when he took me to see them last time, I instantly fell in love.
“Tonight.”
“And then can we go to the creek after?” I ask about another one of his favorite spots on the ranch. “We can have a picnic like we did before.”
“Yeah.”
“And… Will you do that thing where you…” I trail off on a blush.
“Where I what?”
I go up on my tiptoes and whisper, “Put it between my… you know.”
He stares at me for a beat before pulling me farther up and squeezing his arm around my waist, leaving only my toes grazing the ground. “You askin’ me to titty fuck you, darlin’?”
Well, yeah. I guess I can’t really get mad at him for being so blunt and dirty when there are so many people around us, because it’s not like I have any manners. But maybe I just like pretending I’m annoyed so he can be all sweet like this.
I bite my lip. “Will you?”
His eyes drop to my mouth before he says in a low voice, “Seein’ as I dream about your milkmaid tits even with my eyes open and while nailin’ these damn boards up, it ain’t exactly a hardship.”
My eyes are wide. “Arsen, you need to focus on this. You can’t be distracted. It’s dangerous.”
He hums, his lips twitching. He thinks it’s amusing the way I worry about him, but seriously, he could get hurt. Then he rumbles, totally ignoring me, “Well, what can I say, the only thing that can save me now is ridin’ your juicy tits like I do your juicy pussy.”
I clench my thighs tightly at his words. “The amount of obsession you have with my ‘juicy pussy’ is a little insane.”
“Nah, the amount of obsession I have with your ‘juicy pussy’ is a lot insane.” He lowers his voice. “But then again, they don’t call me the Dark Stallion because I’m sane.”
First, very cool nickname. Second, when he told me about it, I could absolutely see why. Again, I didn’t know him eight years ago, but I could see how he used to be before he got put away. And the more time he spends with his family and at Rawhide, the more the “old” Arsen comes back. All wild and cocky, happy.
“Just for that, two letters, please,” I say, trying to sound stern but totally failing.
Him giving me a letter is the best part of my day. It usually waits for me under my pillow when I wake up for the day. A little folded thing that contains his thoughts, his truths, little things about him that make me fall in love with him even more. I hoard them like candy, so getting two of them in one day is going to be wonderful.
“Fine.”
“You know, you were right.”
“Yeah? About what?”
“When you said cowboys may make bad boyfriends but they make the best husbands.”
Chuckling, he comes in for a kiss, but I stop him. “Everyone’s staring.”
“Good. That’s how they’ll know not to go near your mouth, once I’ve fucked it with mine.”
It’s been a week since that night in the cabin, and I still can’t believe I did what I did. That I let Arsen fuck me in the ass in front of that man. Which again, makes all my shyness and embarrassment moot because I’ve done worse, so I let my husband kiss me in front of everyone and stake his claim.
It’s not as if they don’t already know. If me bringing him lunch wasn’t already a clue, they all know that once Arsen is done for the day, he rides over to the main house. He interrupts whatever it is I’m doing—probably helping Haven in the kitchen along with Peyton—and drags me out by the arm without a word. He puts me on the saddle and then takes me to his barn where we spend the night before he drops me back off at the main house for the day.