Total pages in book: 45
Estimated words: 43870 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 219(@200wpm)___ 175(@250wpm)___ 146(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 43870 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 219(@200wpm)___ 175(@250wpm)___ 146(@300wpm)
Don’t do it, don’t do it.
I clenched my jaw and balled my fingers into tight fists.
Listen, I didn’t always pick up social cues. I tended to walk away in the middle of a sentence, tune out boring or unhelpful monologues, and I’d been told that my eye contact could be a little too intense. I wasn’t hopeless. I was just rusty at the art of peopling.
However, in that instant, I knew this wasn’t a one-sided attraction.
No one had looked at me quite like this in a long, long while. He wanted me.
I stared, riveted by the spark of mischief that catapulted Tanner’s handsome features into something extra. High cheekbones, a square jaw, plush lips, and a white jagged scar under his left eyebrow.
“What are you thinking?” he rasped, his Adam’s apple gliding along the column of his neck.
“I think I want to kiss you,” was the first thing that popped into my mind.
Tanner bit his bottom lip like a fucking porn star. “Do it.”
I grabbed Tanner’s shirt and crashed my mouth over his. He gasped in surprise but immediately tilted his chin to deepen the connection, losing his Stetson in the process. A moment later, he snaked an arm around my neck and pushed his tongue inside. Twenty years of pent-up desire burst like a dam or a goddamn avalanche.
And that was where I lost control.
I flattened Tanner against the stall, caging him between my arms as I feasted on his mouth, greedy and ravenous. I lowered my hand from his pecs to his side, loving the feel of muscles and the scruff of his end-of-day beard. I bit his chin and licked his lips, devouring every sigh and moan.
Somehow, I kept my dick out of the equation. I had a steel pipe behind my zipper, but tipping a make-out session into humping and grinding was dangerous. Then again, there was a very real chance I’d be out of a job soon, anyway. And he tasted so good and so—
Buttermilk’s whinny had the effect of a bucket of cold water. We broke the kiss, panting and gaping at each other as if in shock.
“Should I apologize?” I choked out.
“No,” he panted.
I held his gaze for a beat, but I had no clue what to do now. I cleared my throat. “I should…go.”
Tanner frowned, rolling his bee-stung lips experimentally as he bent to rescue his hat. “Okay.”
I didn’t run, didn’t even walk fast. I strode, cool and collected, to the office, picked up my keys and wallet from the locker I’d been assigned, and headed for my truck as if it were any ol’ day.
For the record, I was not cool or collected. I was raging inside, consumed with a carnal want and need that rocked my core. Maybe I’d denied myself for too long, or maybe it was all Tanner.
It didn’t matter. I didn’t have the luxury of philosophizing. I had a kid, and she was my number one priority…always. That kiss was a one and done, never to be repeated.
The scene at the stable played on repeat in my head all evening and well into the night. I put on my doting dad hat through dinner and bath time and read five books before bed. But once I was alone, that kiss took on a life of its own. I couldn’t concentrate on the cop drama on TV or the biography I’d been slowly picking through for the past three months.
I gave up and took a shower. With warm spray sluicing over my skin, I braced a hand on the tile, gripped my cock, and stroked languidly, reliving the taste and feel of a man. Of Tanner.
What would it be like to really touch him? Would he sink to his knees with his mouth open and ready? Would he let me suck him, fuck him?
I could feed him my cock, hold his hair while I pumped my hips. When his eyes watered, I’d pull him to his feet, spin him to face the wall. I’d lick water from his skin, nibble his neck, bite his shoulder as I spread his cheeks and breached his entrance with lubed fingers…one, two, three. Don’t ask how the lube magically appeared. It just did.
And in my fantasy, Tanner was wild for my cock. Fingers splayed on the tile, ass out, begging for me to fill his tight hole. I squeezed my shaft and imagined disappearing inside him. White light and a burst of tingling pleasure lit me up in an instant. I came like a shot out of a cannon, grunting through a release so powerful my knees buckled.
I stood under the lukewarm jet, blinking wildly.
Fuck me. That was…wow.
If I was grinning like a fool in the aftermath, so what? It was just an orgasm. A solo one, no less.
As for that kiss, I had no doubt there’d be a price to pay.