The Wrangler Takes a Wife (Silver Creek Ranch #7)

Chapter 11

Chapter Eleven

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One moment Amara was nestled in Chase’s arms, looking up at the stars flickering in the sky like diamonds. In the next moment, she turned towards him, finding him staring down at her. The depth of his gaze seemed to pull her closer, igniting a spark between them that was undeniable. She felt her heart racing as her breath quickened. Without a word, he moved closer, his lips pressing against hers in a passionate embrace. Amara ignored how her heart skipped a beat at the contact. Instead, she focused on his masculine, woodsy scent. A needy moan escaped her.

It flipped a switch in Chase. He gripped her nape and deepened the kiss. Amara loved it when he took command this way. She kissed him back, running her hands up his chest. Chase’s grip tightened, his tongue dominating hers. She moaned into his mouth, and he growled in response. Slickness pooled in her core. The things this man did to her body. It was as if his every move ignited a fire within her, consuming her with an overwhelming craving. The kiss was amazing, but God, she wanted… no, she needed more. As if reading her mind, he pulled away from the kiss.

Echoing her thoughts, he groaned. “Need more.” Peppering her neck with fiery pecks. His hands slipped under her sweater. Caressing her back, he located the hooks of her bra, freeing them. Cupping her breast, he teased her sensitive nipples. She moaned in encouragement.

“What do you need?” he asked.

“You,” she panted.

He abandoned her heavy globes. A groan of protest escaped. However, her disappointment was short-lived. Chase unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans. His hand hovered at the opening. “Tell me what you want,” he demanded.

“For you to touch me.” Her breath hitched.

Chase immediately slipped his hand into her jeans. After fumbling for a moment, he announced, “this isn’t working.”

No. Don’t stop. “Stand up for me.” Amara held onto his hands as she stood.

“Hold on to my shoulders.” His instruction was gruff. He helped her take her sneakers off.

She was grateful that fitted jeans weren’t her thing as he worked her panties and jeans off. Looking down, her brow wrinkled as she saw him lay back on the blankets. Um… what the hell? She was standing on the bed on the truck, bare assed.

“Stop looking so confused, Sweet Darling. Come sit on my face.”

Oh, well damn! She complied immediately. Of course, Amara had been the recipient of oral pleasure before Chase, but he was the first to make this particular request. The first time he hadn’t been happy with her hesitating.

“I know what I asked for. It’s exactly what I want. Damnit Amara, sit on my face.”

If he wanted to wear her thighs like earmuffs, so be it. With Chase’s help, Amara sunk to her knees, straddling his head.

“Make yourself comfortable,” he encouraged.

Amara used one hand to hold on to the side of the truck, while she rested the other on top of the cab.

“You good?” he asked. Once she confirmed that she was, he pulled her down. His broad tongue parted her puffy lips. Stopping for a moment, the tip circled her core before it moved upward. Chase groaned in satisfaction as he gathered her essence on his path to her hooded jewel. His beard brushed her sensitive inner thigh, teasing, adding to the stimulation.

The cool night breeze whispered against her skin. Amara cleared her mind of everything but how good she felt. She rocked back and forth, meeting his magical tongue, which sweetly tortured her pulsing bundle of nerves.

The sounds of their pleasure mingled, floating in the air, driving her closer to her release. Amara could feel the tingling begin at the souls of her feet, and travel through her body. Chase suckled her pearl deeply. His sounds of passion shot straight to her nipples like lightning. Her skin tingled with an electric thrill and an intense warmth spread across her chest. Her muscles tensed and then released in a shuddering cascade of pleasure, leaving her feeling weightless and euphoric, like she could float up and away in the vast, sparkling night sky.

Amara carefully swung one leg, so she no longer had Chase trapped between her thighs. She sat beside him, looking down at him. He looked pleased with himself as he licked the evidence of her release from his lips. “Fuck, you taste amazing.” The sound of his voice made her greedy clit jump.

She dipped her head as shyness overwhelmed her.

“Oh, no you don’t. Don’t get shy on me now. Where is the woman that was just riding my face until she bathed it with her cum?”

“Shh.” She pressed her finger to his lips, and he nipped at it. An uncharacteristic giggle escaped. A small shiver followed.

“Getting cold?” Chase asked, concerned.

“I guess.”

“You know what would be good for that?”

She shook her head.

“Come ride my cock.”

Amara had been focused on her release and the aftermath. She hadn’t noticed when Houdini had freed his cock. She only took a quick glance. It was one thing when he fed her that monster, but she doubted she could ride it. The objection died on her lips, as he tugged at his length. Fuck, she was no quitter.

For the second time of the night, she straddled him. This time it was his hips.

“Nice and slow,” he encouraged as she sunk onto his length.

Fuck, she loved the way he stretched and filled her. Her walls pulsed around his cock in welcome. He groaned as his hands caressed her back. After taking a moment to adjust, she found a slow rhythm which tortured them both.

“Mm, fuck you feel good, Baby.” Chase allowed her to control the pace. His encouragement made her feel sexy and powerful. “I love the way you ride me. You feel so damn good.”

Rocking, she quickened her pace. The rhythm sent waves of pleasure coursing through her body, each movement intensifying the heat building within. As the intensity grew, the euphoric blend of closeness and desire overwhelmed her senses. With each swivel of her hips, her release grew closer. Just out of reach. Her teeth bit her bottom lip. She needed this… so close. She was so fucking close.

“Amara?” Chase called.

“Yeah,” she groaned in frustration.

Their eyes locked. Passion and heat blazed in him. “Fucking come for me,” he gruffly commanded.

She whimpered, but her release was still out of reach. He gripped her nape, pulling her down as he snapped his hips upwards. There was nothing controlled about the way he pounded up inside her walls.

“Come now. Bathe my cock.” At his growl, her walls began to spasm wildly around his length.

“Chase!” A whimper fell from her lips as she flooded his cock. Amara kissed his neck, and his upward thrusts became damn near punishing. He stilled as the warmth of his release filled her. A blissful sigh escaped.

Chase pressed a kiss to her temple. “You’re pretty amazing.”

“I know.”

Chase chuckled. “Let me take your amazing ass home.”

True to his word, he had them back at her place in no time. The temperature had dropped, and he sent her directly into her house when they arrived. While he sorted out his truck, she took a shower. Chase joined her. Of course, they didn’t stay on task. They eventually got to bed. Despite the hour, the long day she had and their recent activities, Amara didn’t drift right off to sleep. Not with so much running through her mind. A panic settled in her stomach. The starlight date, and even how he spooned her now. Who was it for? No one was around to witness it. This was all beginning to feel so real. Too real.

“I can hear the wheels churning. Talk to me, Sweet Darling.” Unwittingly, he was playing into her fears.

“I think we are losing sight of how this entire thing got started.”

Chase sighed, and Amara had to keep herself from pouting when he pulled away. Soon, the room was flooded with light. He sat up and she followed, mirroring his action. He rubbed a hand over his face. A long yawn ensued. He stared at her as though he was trying to solve a puzzle. “How do you figure?”

“I understand all the affectionate stuff when we aren’t alone, but the other stuff, like tonight. What’s the point of it?”

“Why does it have to have a point?”

She was frustrated about how nonchalant he was about it all. “I don’t think it has anything to do with the arrangement.”

“I don’t see it that way. The more comfortable we are together when we are alone, the easier it is for us when we are with other people.”

Amara supposed it was a fair point.

“Also, agreement or not, we will be sharing a life together for a while. Why not make the best of it? Get along and be friends. We are lucky enough to be attracted to each other. It makes life easier for us, so make the most of it.”

It seemed Chase had it all figured out. Amara wished she felt as confident as he sounded.

“So essentially you’re proposing that we be friends with benefits.”

“Sure, if you want to simplify it that way.”

She quirked an eyebrow at him, urging him for a better explanation.

“Of course, it’s more complex than that. We’ll share a home together and be exclusive.” Ironically, the part she struggled with the most was sharing a home together. Why had she assumed they’d have time apart, and she’d spend time in her apartment above the diner?

A couple of days ago, they were discussing the logistics of their living arrangements. She’d been amenable to the move to the main house on the Sagebrush Hill Ranch. Especially when he gave her free rein and a blank check to decorate it however she wanted. Chase, bless his heart, did not know how expensive her taste in kitchen appliances ran. So she had no intention of using the check.

“I miss the kitchen at Sagebrush. There is so much room to try out new recipes. I guess I can just binge watch my favourite shows on nights I stay over at the diner apartment.”

“Why would you stay overnight at the diner after we are married?”

“For the same reason, I do now.”

“It isn’t going to work. You need to be home at Sagebrush.”

“After a long day, the last thing I want to do is drive all the way out there.”

“No worries, Sweet Darling. If that’s your concern, I can come pick you up.”

“I don’t want to be chauffeured back and forth like some passenger princess. This marriage shit is going to interrupt my carefully crafted schedule.”

Chase gave her an incredulous look before bursting out laughing. “I’d hate for our marriage to inconvenience you. On the days you want to stay at your apartment, I’ll come to you.”

Amara didn’t like that idea much better, however pushing back would make her look like she was disagreeing just for the sake of it. She had silently conceded to the loss of her alone time. It isn’t all bad. The horny heifer in her head argued.

So much change, so quickly.

The courtship they agreed to was almost done. They would announce their engagement soon. Then he wanted to get married before winter officially arrived. She had to remind herself that they were experiencing an unusually warm fall. There wasn’t much time before winter made its appearance. At least she didn’t have to plan a wedding. They could sneak off and elope. She hadn’t discussed it with him yet, but she was certain Chase wouldn’t have a problem with it.

“You went quiet on me. Are we all straight? Feeling better about everything?” Chased asked.

Amara nodded. Things were what they were. In a show of how much better he was at dealing with everything, he plunged the room back into darkness and repositioned them, so he spooned her.