Total pages in book: 155
Estimated words: 144435 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 722(@200wpm)___ 578(@250wpm)___ 481(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 144435 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 722(@200wpm)___ 578(@250wpm)___ 481(@300wpm)
"Y-you can't o-own people," I say.
"Yeah?" He smirks, yanking me down on him only to lift me off and then do it again. Harder and then faster. "Next lesson, pretty baby." He nips my shoulder and then my collarbone. "When a cowboy brands something, it belongs to him. You've got my marks all over you, Cassia. That means you belong to me now."
"Cord," I moan, moving with him, unable to stop myself. He feels so damn good. "Caveman."
"Cowboy," he corrects, tipping me over backwards. He comes down over me, pulling my hip up over his. He doesn't even stop what he's doing to me either. He just moves me where he wants, fucking me the whole time. "You're mine, sweet Cassia."
"You have my marks too," I gasp into his mouth.
"Yeah? Guess that means I'm yours then, princess," he says. His lips touch mine in a searing kiss, one full of possession. "Fuck. I like the sound of that."
"Me too."
He kisses me again, and I get lost. He's everywhere, blotting out the rest of the world. We kiss and fuck and touch, unable to keep our hands off one another. I love the way his body moves against mine, and the sounds he makes. I love the way his groans mix with my cries, blending together in the room. I never want it to end, and yet far too soon, I feel my orgasm building.
He feels it too. He shifts his hips, dragging mine up higher. When he rocks into me this time, he hits my g-spot, and I see stars. I cry out, demanding more. He does it again and then again, until he's pounding into me in relentless strikes that I know I'm going to feel tomorrow.
"I need you to come, pretty baby," he groans, kissing a trail down my chest. One hand slips between us, sliding through my folds as he latches onto a nipple. "I want you creaming all over my cock before I breed you."
"Oh God," I cry, my inner muscles fluttering wildly at the thought of him getting me pregnant. We barely know enough other, yet I know he'd never abandon a child like my father abandoned me. He'd be an amazing father, just like he is a brother.
"Stop fighting it and give me what I want before I spank your pussy," he growls, pressing down on my lower belly. "Come. Now."
The pressure on my stomach combined with his command sends me hurtling over the edge. I cry out in shock as the orgasm rips through me, hitting like a bomb blast. I don't even have time to brace for impact before it hits, flinging me skyward. I writhe in ecstasy, babbling nonsense.
Cord goes wild above me, fucking me like a madman. I lose track of everything but him as he pounds into me, completely wild. My name leaves his lips on a roar I'm sure they hear in the bunkhouse as his body locks up. His cum spills into me, setting off another detonation deep in my womb. I shake my way through it, my gaze tangled with his. I can't look away from him. I can't.
"Beautiful," he breathes, falling forward. He catches himself on his forearms, pressing his forehead to mine. "You are so goddamn beautiful."
"Cord," I whisper, wrapping myself around him like a blanket as his lips touch mine. I want to drown in this man and never come up for air again. If it's too soon to feel that way, I don't care.
Chapter Eight
CORD
"I look ridiculous, Cord," Cassia says, tipping her head way back to look up at me through narrowed eyes. "It's not even that cold outside."
"You look beautiful," I correct, tapping her on the nose. She looks fucking adorable. Aside from her face, the rest of her is engulfed in my jacket. I reluctantly let her wear her own clothes today, but only after fucking her on top of the washing machine. My pretty baby likes the spin cycle. Now, she's dying to go see the ranch. I'd rather keep her naked and on my cock all day, but then she reminded me that yesterday was Valentine's Day.
Apparently, orgasms don't count as gifts. But seeing the new calves does.
"I can't even see where I'm going," she complains, making me smile.
"No need to see," I say, scooping her up into my arms to carry her out to the barn. I fucking love the way she clings to my shoulders like she's afraid I'm going to drop her. That'll never happen. I've been dragging equipment around this ranch since I was a little boy. She's the sweetest burden I've ever had in my arms, that's for damn sure. The cuddliest too. "You shouldn't be walking on that ankle anyway."
"It doesn't even hurt anymore." She snuggles right in anyway, content to let me carry her. I think she likes it as much as I do, even though she'll never admit it. Cassia is…fuck, she's everything. She's as fierce as she is sweet, as sassy as she is adorable. If I can't convince her to stay with me at the end of the week, Cam is going to be pissed when I pack up and follow her to Seattle.