Total pages in book: 37
Estimated words: 34190 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 171(@200wpm)___ 137(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 34190 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 171(@200wpm)___ 137(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
“Ready for inspection, boss lady.” I lean on the pitchfork and give her my best cocky grin, flexing just a little because I know she’s watching.
Reine lifts her chin, all attitude and sass, and stalks over like she owns the place. Her eyes run up and down my body, and fuck me, if she isn’t checking me out just as hungrily as I’m checking her out. Her eyes drag down my chest, linger on my arms, and goddamn if her tongue doesn’t dart out to lick her bottom lip when she hits my abs. My cock throbs hard, and I’m glad my tight jeans help hide the evidence.
She steps into the stall, chin up, blue eyes sparking like she’s daring me to make the first move. Challenge fucking accepted.
“Not bad, Texas,” Reine murmurs, dragging her fingers along the fresh straw. Her voice is pure sin. “I can tell you’ve done this before.”
I close the gap between us in two steps, crowding her against the stall wall. The scent of her shampoo mixes with horses and leather, and it’s fucking intoxicating. I cage her in with my arms and lean down so my mouth is just a breath from hers.
“There’re tons of things I can do with my hands.” My voice drops low, hungry. “You want a demonstration?”
She sucks in a sharp breath. Her chest rises against my shirt, nipples hard and begging for my mouth. I steal the gap between us, pressing my body tight to hers. “All you gotta do is say please, Montana.”
She lets out this shaky little laugh, but her eyes are glazed, pupils blown wide. Fuck. She wants me almost as much as I want her. Almost.
“Please,” she whispers. The sound barely makes it past her lips, but it’s all I need.
I crush my mouth to hers, devouring her soft lips, my tongue demanding entry. She opens for me, greedy, and I fucking lose it. My hands cup her jaw, then slide down to grip her ass, and I use my hold to pull her flush against my cock. She moans, digging her nails into my arms, sending a bolt of pain straight to my balls.
Fuck. I want her so badly my head spins.
I drag her up the wall, letting her legs hitch around my waist. Fuck, that’s exactly where they belong. I press her into the rough wood and slam my mouth back onto hers, grinding my cock against her heat through our jeans. I’m dying to rip off every layer between us and bury myself inside her, but I want to savor every second. I want her wild and desperate, trembling with need.
I roll my hips, letting her feel exactly how hard she’s got me. She moans into my mouth, grabbing onto my shoulders so tightly she’s probably leaving marks. Good. I want to wear her marks every fucking day.
Her hair comes loose from that messy ponytail, wild around her face as she rocks against me. God, she’s perfect. My hands slide up her sides, under her shirt, skimming the soft skin of her waist. She shivers when my palms glide up over her ribs. Her breath hitches as my thumbs brush the underside of her bra.
“Need you,” she whispers, voice shredded to ribbons. Fuck. That’s all I need to lose my mind.
“Hell fucking yes.” I trail my mouth along her jaw, planting hot, open-mouthed kisses down her neck. She tastes like heaven mixed with a little bit of sin. My hands slide higher, rough palms dragging her shirt up. Her skin is soft and hot under my touch. I yank her flannel over her head and toss it onto a pile of hay. Her tight little tank top is next. I tear it off like the animal I am, baring her sweet tits and biting down a groan when I see her nipples pushing hard against the black lace of her bra.
“You’re so fucking perfect, Montana. I’m not sure how you expect me to control myself when you look like that.” My voice turns to gravel, desperate and raw.
Reine gasps as I close my mouth over her nipple, sucking it through the lace and tugging just enough to make her hips jerk against my cock. I swear to God, I’m about to lose my goddamn mind. But then the main barn door creaks open, and someone’s boots strike closer. Fuck. Reine shoves at my chest, cheeks flushed and eyes wild. “Rain check,” she hisses, her voice so wrecked it nearly undoes me.
“Hell,” I grumble, but I help her scramble down and watch as she drags her flannel shirt on and shoves her white tank top under the bale of hay, her fingers shaking so bad I want to laugh and groan at the same time. My cock is throbbing, my head swimming with everything I want to do to her, but I bite down my frustration and try to look halfway normal.