Stables (Black Gulch Ranch #2)

30. Chapter 29

Chapter 29

Char

Paisley’s dark curls are spread over the pillow when I hear the water in the shower turn on.

I feel guilty that she slept in the bed with us. Every time I tried to get her to sleep in the next room, she would wake up as soon as I left.

To his credit, Dixon never once complained, just pulled the covers back to let me snuggle up to him.

But his body heat alone was almost too distracting to let me drift off.

Every time his fingers twitched as he held me.

Each hot breath that washed against my neck.

I want him to own me again.

It’s strange, I never used to want Matt. Quite the opposite, finding any excuse to avoid being in the same room as him.

Lying here, knowing Dixon’s naked body is only a few feet away, it’s tempting to find him.

Should I climb in with him?

I’m not sure if he’s ready for all of my bodily functions yet, so I use the other bathroom to get cleaned up.

As I’m filling the teakettle, his broad hands wrap my waist and he frames me in against the sink.

“Is she still out?” The knot of his towel presses against my lower back.

Wait. I don’t think that hard bulge is fabric.

“Yea, finally.” I find myself leaning into his body. “I was thinking about joining you, but I wasn’t sure if—”

His fingers plunge down the front of my shorts, quickly finding the seam of my pussy. “—That answer is, and always will be, ‘yes’.”

Oh my god. With only a short stroke, he makes my knees weaken and fire radiant through my limbs.

His damp hair presses my cheek as his teeth nip their way down my collarbone. With his knee, he pushes my thighs apart before plunging one of his thick fingers deep inside of me.

Everything tingles as he moves against me.

“I made you a promise,” he whispers as his other palm works its way up under my snug t-shirt.

My mind is dulling with his touch. The nimble circles he’s rubbing against my sensitive clit is sending jolts through me.

“What was that?” I manage to pant.

A little thrill of panic runs through me as the bottom of his hand slides over my throat, then two fingers push into my mouth.

“That I’m going to make you come for me every morning.” His bite on the tender lobe of my ear sends a spark straight down my spine to my belly.

Gripping the edge of the sink, all I can do is give in, letting the sensations build with each deep thrust, each shocking nibble down my throat.

My tongue moves over the tips of his fingers until everything becomes too much.

“Good girl.” His voice is a husky growl. “Show me.”

His words are the tipping point, pushing me over the edge into a shuddering climax.

Spasms pulse through me, arching me against his hard body until I collapse limply into his unfaltering hold.

Droplets of my release trickle down my thighs, making his chest rumble against mine. “So fucking wet for me.”

His towel pools around his feet, but the bulge digging into my back doesn’t lessen.

I think it’s bigger.

Both of his hands shift. I’m still weak as he lifts my shirt over my head, then twists it so it snugs around my wrists.

“I seem to remember something about tying you up, too.” He loops my roped shirt over a heavy hook on the wall near the fridge, then spins me to face him.

The smile tugging up his mustache doesn’t hide the absolute feral look of carnal lust in his dark eyes as he tugs off my soaked shorts.

His calloused palms cup my thighs while he lifts them off the floor to wrap around his waist, with his mighty cock pressing up my back.

Tracing my ribs, his thumbs flick over my stiff nipples before he leans over and latches his scorching mouth over one.

I’m completely at his mercy, and loving every moment of it. Locking my heels behind his narrow pelvis, I let my hips gyrate lower until I’m grinding my wet entrance over his thick shaft.

I want him. More than I ever knew I could.

The way he looks at me like he wants to devour me, consume me, it makes me want to cling to him and never let go.

His thumb lifts my chin, and his other hand tilts my ass until the blunt head of his mushroomed cock seats against the hollow of my pussy.

We both groan when he sinks himself.

He’s so fucking big it hurts, stretching me until I feel as if I’m going to tear in half.

But my legs tighten, pulling him as deep as he’ll go.

I love the ache, and then the fury of pleasure that blooms within me when his fingers dig into my flesh.

His face buries against my neck. “You make me,” he pants. “Struggle not to lose control.”

“Please, Dix.” My thighs squeeze his trembling body closer. “You’re my safe space, let me be yours, too.” I wish I could touch him.

As if he can read my mind, he loops the shirt away from the wall to drop my arms behind his head.

My nails dig into his scalp wildly, twisting the soft restraint to tighten even further so I’m bound to him.

Our bodies thud against the paneling, but only a small grunt escapes between our ravenous mouths.

His dominating tongue plunges against mine in the same slow rhythm of his throbbing penetrations.

One of his large palms slides down my sweaty back, reaching beneath me, dragging his thick fingers along my soaking pussy.

“I’ve never felt like this with anyone,” he grunts, bracing us against the wood as he methodically pounds me.

Heat spreads through my limbs with every piston. I want to touch every inch of him, memorize this exact moment and store it away forever.

All this time, I felt like I’m the only one needing him. To know that I have something to offer is…astonishing in its purity.

I know what I can give. I have so much that I’ve kept locked away.

“Char. I want to keep you,” he whispers. Then he pushes one slicked finger where I’ve never had anyone touch me before.

At first, I gasp.

But it isn’t uncomfortable.

It’s incredible.

Thrusting me over the edge, his tongue finds my mouth as he claims every access of my body. Crashing waves of ecstasy cascade through me, spasming my hips against his, locking the muscles of my stretched pussy so tightly around him, I can feel the swell of his cock as he shudders through his own release.

I surrender.

He can have the only thing I know that’s worth anything to me.

My heart.

Panting, our chests heave against each other as the aftershocks quake through us.

“Dixon?” My voice is hoarse near his jaw.

“Hmm?” he murmurs, his forehead resting on the wall behind us.

“I love you, too.”