Chasing The Wild (Crimson Ridge Book 1)
Chasing The Wild: Chapter 21

“Stay right there, baby… keep that pussy warm for me.” Colt hits me with the sexiest fucking look, and even though it’s all ice and snow outside, I melt as quick as a popsicle on hot pavement. Sinking back on my elbows, the soft blanket I’m bundled in beside the fire cushions my body.

He kneels before me, reaching to toss another couple of pieces of wood on the embers, before leaning one powerful arm on either side of my hips and brushing his mouth over mine.

I’m struggling to not straight up whimper every time his beard drags across my skin. The rough glide is so damn sensual, my thighs squeeze together, knowing exactly how good that same kiss is when his mouth is in other places.

“You’re not done?” I tease.

“Not even fucking close.” He nips at my puffy bottom lip, and when he pulls back, I can see that he’s already thickening, nearly hard again, with a prominent bulge in the front of his briefs.

Holy fucking shit.

We haven’t yet managed to leave the lounge. After fucking me senseless up against the wall, he laid me out in front of the fire with my legs thrown over his shoulders and had me coming on his tongue. Again.

If I thought I was in trouble with fantasizing about this man, now that I’ve had a glimpse of what he can do to my body, I might be a lost cause for eternity.

We might’ve agreed to two weeks of allowing this intensity between us to play out, but there’s a spark burning deep inside my chest that already knows I won’t ever replace another man to compete with the cowboy currently striding half-naked out of the room.

God, his body is incredible.

I’m left gaping after him, unashamedly eating up every flexed indent along his spine as his muscles do their thing. A small laugh dances on my lips because he’s still wearing his jeans. Something about knowing this man was too busy giving me orgasm after orgasm to get fully undressed is immensely fucking hot.

As Colt disappears off into the kitchen, my stomach decides to let out a grumbled protest. What is the time even? It’s so hard to tell with how dark it is outside and the storm raging around the ranch feels like being stuck inside a snow globe being shaken around.

For whatever reason—one that I’m not prepared to examine too closely—I don’t feel ready to be separated from him just yet. So, I bundle my naked self up in the blanket and tiptoe across the lounge. There’s a trail of clothes strewn along the path we obviously took once we made it inside. Each discarded item of clothing I come across serves as a replayed memory—moments that cause my cheeks to heat pop back up in wickedly vivid detail.

Colt’s flannel shirt lies in a crumpled pile on the floor in the hallway, and I can’t resist the temptation to put it on. If I’m only going to get a momentary glimpse of indulging in everything Colton Wilder, then screw it, I’ll steal all his clothes for the next two weeks. He wants me in his bed every night? Surely, I’m at liberty to enjoy spending as much time wrapped in his scent and potent masculinity as possible.

Once I’ve shimmied into the fabric—which, holy fuck, smells so insanely good my pussy is already perking up with joy—I follow him into the kitchen. There’s something heating in the microwave, and my taste buds are doing little cartwheels in anticipation.

I must make a noise to that effect because my rugged cowboy glances over his shoulder at me.

Then does a double-take at my appearance.

A five-alarm fire explodes across his eyes as he rakes over every inch of my body, tracing the length of his shirt down to my bare legs.

“Well, there goes my plan to keep you naked, but can’t say I’m going to protest, mind you. That’s a hot fucking sight… it’s gonna be hard to forget seeing you freshly fucked and wearing my shirt anytime soon.” Colt grabs the steaming container and swipes up a couple of forks, joining me around where I’m standing on the other side of the kitchen island. “Can I convince you to wear either nothing or only that for the next two weeks?”

Cocking my head to one side, I give him a smirk. “Not unless you want me losing a limb to frostbite while I’m taking care of the horses. Can’t imagine that would look too good on my resume.”

He shakes his head, and instead of heading back to the lounge like I’m anticipating, he drops the food onto the table and reaches for me. With one fluid motion, that is far too smooth for my sanity, he hoists me up so that I’m seated on the countertop.

“I suppose I can make allowances for outdoor activities.” He’s got an amber sparkle in his irises, and those crinkles around his eyes make their appearance as they tend to do when he’s teasing me. Just like that very first day we met at the gas station.

Jesus. Do not go falling head over heels for this man over his eyes.

The way my heart is fluttering around and has grown wings inside my chest, I don’t want to dare admit it might already be too late.

Colt steps between my knees, picking up the heated bowl of leftovers to hold in one big hand. It’s only lazy macaroni I made yesterday, but day two cheesy carbs have never looked so appetizing.

Especially when there’s a bare-chested cowboy between my legs handing me a fork and sharing a meal with me out of the same bowl.

It’s kind of cute and insanely sexy all at the same time.

“Aren’t you cold?” I stab some pasta and gesture at his nakedness. Not that I’m complaining, but it’s a whiteout beyond the kitchen windows, and even though it’s toasty warm in here, I don’t want him catching a chill because we’ve been too insane for each other to worry about clothes.

He digs around the bowl with his own fork and shakes his head. “No. Especially not when I’m about fifteen minutes from being buried inside that sweet little pussy of yours again.” Popping the mouthful, he chews his pasta, looking particularly sinful as he does so.

Goddammit, I can’t stop the creeping blush spreading up from my chest.

“You’re going to kill me. Flaunting that and a filthy mouth, Mr. Wilder.” Twisting my lips, I lean forward and spear some more macaroni.

Colt makes a rough noise.

Apparently, we’ve both just had the same visceral reaction to those words that just slipped out.

I have to concentrate hard on eating and not imagining being on my knees addressing him as Mr. Wilder.

“Says the beautiful girl sitting in my kitchen with a body like that.” He pointedly takes in my figure as he echoes my words.

Well, shit. If I didn’t already want this man to do wicked things to me all night long, he’s just guaranteed that I might beg him to.

“You know, I’m rather impressed…” I point my fork at his handsomeness, in hopes of distracting myself from the way my body is heating up the longer he stands this close. With his jeans scraping the sensitive insides of my knees, I’m pretty sure this is just another round of foreplay that he’s calculated to perfection. “Turns out you do know how to form proper sentences after all.”

Popping another mouthful, he chews it while raking his gaze over me. Purposely taking his fucking time as I begin to squirm beneath his lingering stare.

“And here I thought you were a quiet little thing, until my tongue is in your pussy, and you’re suddenly very vocal.”

“Oh, my god.” I blush so fucking hard and swat at his muscly arm. God damn, this man is carved from granite. “Says the man who didn’t say a single word to me for an entire week, but miraculously becomes the king of dirty talk.” All I can do is peek at him from beneath my lashes.

Colt’s lips tug at the corners, and his eyes dance with honeyed flecks swimming amongst the hazel. He looks so boyish and charming it makes my pathetic little heart swoon.

“The king, hmm?” He sets the bowl aside, then reaches for my chin, grasping it between his thumb and forefinger, before leaning down and brushing his lips against mine.

Sweet Jesus. My heart is officially plummeting like one of those freebasers. Only, I have no parachute strapped to me and the rocks below are rushing in at light speed.

“I like the idea of you being my queen,” he murmurs against my lips. “One who loves to rub her pussy all over my face and shatter around my cock like a fucking dream come true.”

There are no words. My brain has gone blank. All I’m capable of at this point is staring back with what I’m certain are big cartoon hearts in my eyes.

If I’ve got any hope of surviving this, I need to firmly ignore that first part about being his queen. He doesn’t mean that. This is just sex. A release for both of us after so much tension and longing.

I can’t go forgetting who I am and who this man is and that our time together is painfully finite.

“Are we done eating?” There’s a ragged noise as I clear my throat, but I’m basically just in a trance. Ready and willing to worship at the altar of Colt Wilder—sex god and rugged fantasy made flesh.

“Food? Yes.” He lets go of my chin, sliding firm hands underneath my ass, effortlessly lifting me, and I have to throw my arms around his neck to steady myself. “You? No. I’m nowhere near satisfied, angel.”

He ignores my squeal and carries me through the house, clinging to him, inhaling big hits of his woodsy scent like a woman possessed. It’s only when we get to his bedroom that things tumble into focus all over again.

This is real. This is happening.

He actually wants this… with me.

Seeing the inside of his bedroom for the first time feels so natural, yet at the same time I can’t hide the grin that threatens to overtake my face. There’s hardly time to glimpse more than a quick look at the neatly made bed with stone-colored soft coverings and white sheets I want to sprawl in, preferably while being spooned by this gorgeous man. Big sliding doors out onto the porch. No clutter. But we’re already in his ensuite bathroom before I can really absorb it all.

When Colt sets me on my feet, there’s something I know I definitely want. My fingers snag the waistband of his jeans before he can move away in the direction of the tiled walk-in shower.

“Since you’ve taken such good care of me…” I’m channeling every ounce of confidence I can muster as my fingers work his button and fly. Biting down on my lower lip, my gaze holds his hooded expression. “Now it’s my turn.”

I’m back in that moment we had together when I was in his lap, and there was silent tension rolling around us like a forcefield. Colt wants this. His pupils grow with lust as he watches me, but something also tells me he’s not used to someone willingly taking care of him in this way.

“You want to get on your knees for me, angel?” His voice is thick with longing and so fucking sexy.

Nodding, I ease his jeans down past his hips, and he takes over to kick them off, then shucks his briefs. When I sink down in front of him, the sight of his cock is enough to have my thighs clench in renewed anticipation.

In this light and at this angle, impressive feels like barely enough of an adequate description to do him justice.

I’ve definitely never been with a man this blessed in the dick department before.

My eyes must say all of that, or maybe I accidentally blurted it out loud, but the man standing before me clears his throat. One calloused palm glides along my jaw, guiding me to look up at him.

“Need a towel for your knees, baby?”

God, this man. I nod and wait in place as he grabs the world’s biggest and fluffiest-looking man-towel so I can kneel on it rather than the hard tiles.

As he stands back in front of me, his hard length bobs with a glistening bead at the tip, and that’s when I see it. My brows furrow a little, and my fingers lightly trace the markings on reflex. Silvery lines and puckered, stretched skin extend down his right thigh. It looks like a series of old wounds. Ones that have long since healed, but must have happened as a child, and from the looks of them were never properly taken care of. As I glance a little closer, I see some similar markings on his left thigh. Interspersed with scar tissue is what appears to be old burn marks, too.

“Part of my not-so-pleasant bedtime story.” He gathers my hair on top of my head and watches me as I take in the pain of his past.

No words can make any of it better, but I want to show him how sorry I am for what he’s been through. While ensuring he’s under no illusion that I’m bothered by the sight of his scars at all. He’s gorgeous, and these are a part of him, and he’s so fucking strong and secure and deserves to be utterly worshipped.

Leaning forward, I place a kiss over the largest area of puckered skin that sits on the front of his thigh. Then, feather more kisses, tracking down along the path of whatever wounds and awful things happened to him so long ago.

Colt’s fingertips brush against my scalp; he keeps hold of my hair, but it’s not rough or tugging. Just commanding enough that it sends a shudder through me.

Then there’s no more waiting for this, I’m desperate for a taste of this man. As I wrap my fingers around the base, his thick cock jerks in my grip.

I run my tongue to trace his veined length, before swirling around the head. Tasting the saltiness of him while his musky scent wraps around me. As I work to take him deeper, I realize there’s a faint hint of me on him too, and holy shit, that makes my clit throb.

God, this is every desire come to life, and I pretty quickly lose myself in the way I’m wrapping my lips around the velvety feel of him and sucking down.

Hollowing my cheeks, I dip further forward, focusing on relaxing and breathing through my nose and anything possible to navigate the fact that this man is so fucking huge.

I’m turned on as all hell. Having his cock filling my mouth perfectly and gliding across my tongue is stirring up a wildfire low in my stomach. My pussy clenches and hums, knowing just how mind-altering it is to have him stretching me and filling me, and thrusting deep inside.

Well, fuck. I’m a mess of saliva pooling around the corners of my mouth within seconds, and I can’t help but moan around his length.

Which leaves Colt shuddering and murmuring all sorts of praise above me. He tells me how beautiful I look, how well I’m taking him, how my mouth is every dirty fucking fantasy he’s ever had.

I might be on my knees for him right now, but I feel adored in a way I’ve never experienced before.

“Fuck. Layla. I can’t hold back with you.” My eyes water, but tip up to meet his fierce gaze above me. Digging my fingers into his thighs, I hum around his cock and guide him to do what we both want right now.

He lets out a rough noise. “Tell me if it’s too much… fffuuck.” Slowly, his hips start to pump forward, and his eyes drop closed.

Yes. God, yes. Seeing this man swept up in the throes of pleasure all because of me is officially my new favorite thing in the world.

One of his hands leaves my hair, and wraps around the front of my throat, collaring me and massaging over the column of my neck each time he thrusts forward.

Holy shit. Holy shit.

An avalanche of sparks and heat rushes through me as my clit pulses with an intensified rhythm. This is the side of him I know I’ll crave. That powerful, in-command kind of dominance that leaves me feeling cared for while under his control.

I want to relieve that ache so badly, but I’m hanging on to his powerful thighs, allowing Colt to chase his pleasure and floating on the headiness of this moment.

“Look at you, angel. Your mouth wrapped around my cock like you were made just for me. Look how well you take me. Taking everything.” With each thrust forward, he hits the back of my throat, and I swallow around his tip, soaking up each time he lets out a deep, resonant groan at how good that feels.

“I bet you want to play with that pretty little pussy of yours, don’t you? You’re squirming and looking so goddamn perfect. I bet you’re already soaking.”

I’m pleading with my eyes. Yes. That’s exactly what I want.

The noise that comes out of me with my mouth full of his dick is slutty and desperate.

“Maybe next time, but right now, I need to fuck you and be buried deep inside your cunt when you fall apart for me.”

Well, in that case…

He draws out on a wet pop, sliding the hand up from my neck to swipe at my puffy lips. The look on his face is so fierce, filled with something that I could only describe as raw, unfiltered desire.

It’s addictive to think that this man has the most gorgeous hazel eyes, capable of looking at me like that.

For a moment, I wonder what he sees in mine. But I can’t go letting my heart get tangled in this. Right now, it’s racing at a frantic pace, and I’m prepared to chase the high of this next orgasm while being filled over and over by this man.

“Get in the shower. Face the wall.” He presses down on my bottom lip again. All firm commanding energy, the kind that sucks the air out of my lungs.

“Ok,” I breathe out, probably sounding exactly as dazed as I feel.

I slip out of his shirt, and get up on more than shaky legs. Making my way to the shower, which is a replica of my own, I turn on the water. Steam starts to billow and as I do exactly as he said, my palms brace against the wet tiles.

This is so much like the fantasies I’ve had while on my own; a shudder of anticipation rolls through me. Waiting for him naked like this feels thrilling.

His presence sweeps in behind me as the warm water sluices over my skin, and he tucks my hair over one shoulder. Plush lips and the scrape of his beard slide along the curve of my neck and trail a hot, wet line up my skin to suck down on my thundering pulse point.

Does this man have any clue of how gone I am for him? I hope to God I don’t blurt out something like confessing my undying love, because there was every chance I might have done so earlier when he was sucking on my clit until I whimpered his name over and over and over.

“I’m gonna be between these pretty thighs all night.” He rasps against my ear, as his body fits in behind mine, angling me just how he wants. Colt guides himself to my soaked entrance, rubbing the rigid head of him sheathed in a new condom through my slickness before he presses the tip in.

“Oh, god. Oh, god.” I moan. Arching my spine and spinning out of my head already at that stretch that feels so fucking incredible.

“Squeeze me just like that, my perfect girl.” Colt presses forward, and I can’t help the whimpers tumbling past my lips. I’m begging and pleading and wanting him to fuck me senseless. But he’s going so torturously slow. “Christ, you’re so fucking tight.”

Colt fills me and withdraws right to the tip, keeping me pressed against the shower wall, with my spine curved so he can sink so deep I’m seeing stars instantly. There’s a spot he hits that has my body clenching and gripping him in ecstasy, one that I didn’t know was even possible for it to feel this good.

“Give it to me, angel. Then I’m going to have you in my bed, and you’re going to give me one more.”

“Fuck, I’m so close.” My toes curl, and my clit throbs, and I’m panting—spiraling toward the edge of this next climax with each pump of his hips against my ass.

His hands roam in tender caresses, over every inch of my soft flesh. Colt maps my body, tracing the crease at the tops of my thighs and over the swell of my stomach. Finding my aching full breasts, he pinches my nipples until I’m crying out with pleasure. All the while, that wicked mouth unleashes a torrent of dirty talk in time with each slow, deep thrust of his cock. Combining to unravel me into a million fractured pieces.

As the warmth of the shower beats down, he slides one hand over my pussy, and finally—finally gives me the relief I’ve been aching for.

“That’s it. I can feel you squeezing the life out of me, angel. I know you’re close. You’re doing so well.” Colt talks me through it, dipping a finger through my pussy lips to rub firm circles over my swollen clit, and I’m flying, soaring. White-hot sparks travel up from my toes, and the warmth of his voice right at my ear takes me over the crest. This time, my climax thunders through me, and I’m a whimpering, shaking mess.

“Such a good girl for me.”

His praise is right there, sliding over my heated skin, flowing with the ease and fluidity of the shower as he keeps pumping slow glides in and out of my channel. Massaging my clit, he guides me down from somewhere way up in the midst of the clouds high above the ranch somewhere.

I don’t even think I’m fully back to earth when I feel the shower cut off, and Colt pulls out of me. Wrapping me in a towel, I’m tugged into his bed. He hasn’t come yet, but exactly as promised, proceeds to spend the rest of the night between my thighs.

Leaving my heart fluttering a wild, pathetic rhythm that answers only to the name of this cowboy.