Chasing The Wild (Crimson Ridge Book 1)
Chasing The Wild: Chapter 23

Steam puffs in two plumes to greet me and big, glossy eyes fix me with a reproachful stare.

Even the horses know I’m a terrible fucking person.

I shouldn’t be doing this. There are a litany of reasons why I’m the world’s worst father and an even worse boss, but holy shit, as much as the word ‘shouldn’t’ keeps resounding in my brain like a goddamn siren… absolutely nothing about being with Layla feels wrong.

Embedded in the core of my bones, I only feel a kind of warmth and contentment with her in my arms that assholes like me aren’t supposed to know about.

We aren’t the kind of men who get to enjoy soft kisses or whispered words. We’re not supposed to know how the supple glide of delicate skin feels beneath our roughened touch.

Holding out the end of the carrot for Peaches, I rub her neck as her velvety lips and whiskers brush my palm. Thieving the treat on offer, she immediately nudges at my shoulder to demand more.

That’s how I fucking feel too. Like I want to march straight back into that kitchen and demand so much more from the girl I’ve already taken from over and over since last night.

“I goddamn know it, ok,” muttering as my fingers stroke the long nose in front of me. The horses give me their huffs of disapproval. All of them are just as fucking grumpy as I am that it’s only my presence they’ve got for company today.

But I’ve got to somehow keep my sanity and not lose myself to this incessant need to dive into Layla Birch. At least being out on the ranch, among the piled snow and icy winds, there’s not much time for letting my thoughts drift.

I needed to be busy. Needed to keep my hands occupied with something that didn’t involve tearing her clothes off and pressing bruises into her hips.

So, putting myself on ice for the day is about the best option I’ve got, until later, that is.

Because I know the moment I set foot inside that house again, there’s no stopping what comes next. I’m too fucking far gone, having already lost the battle with myself to keep my hands off her.

Now I know how she tastes, how she moans when my cock hits that deep spot inside her sweet cunt. Fuck, her whimpering little noises are my absolute undoing. The way her body responds to me is like a bloom unfurling after the darkness of winter, and that shit is addicting.

I drop my forehead against the warm, earthy scent of Peaches’ neck in an effort to collect my thoughts. She nibbles the seam along the shoulder of my jacket while I’m there because she’s never going to pass up the opportunity to tug and pull at me. Demanding in no uncertain terms to have her new best fucking friend come out and groom her and croon over her and make her feel special.

When the irony is that I’m no fucking better than any of these horses. Just waiting for the moment her lips curve into a smile against my collarbone and those tender fingers slide into my hair at the back of my neck.

Although, somewhere in amongst all the insanity of what we’re doing, I’m painfully aware of my responsibility to put an end date on this.

Two weeks.

Two fucking weeks.

A timeline like that… feels like a precious gift, and a goddamned cursed chalice, all rolled into one.

Get it out of my system. Find a way to fuck away all the longing and wanting of this girl who can’t be mine without completely destroying someone else—someone who is deeply important in my life—even if we aren’t exactly on solid ground yet. What a fitting bargain for the likes of me, who has wound up living out my days on Devil’s Peak.

Even though she’s a drug I keep chasing, and I’m already imagining all the filthy fucking ways I can have her over the next two weeks before it ends, it has to be this way.

Turning my attention to the horse’s stalls, I’m immediately drifting back to that moment in the kitchen, replaying our conversation from earlier. Goddamn, when I was feeding out the cattle this morning, before heading back to cook breakfast for her, there was no avoiding getting lost in my own bullshit inside my head.

Of all the situations, I didn’t anticipate this being the thing I’d nearly lose my damn mind over.

I’ve never fucked anyone without a condom.

In all my years, I’ve always been careful to avoid a repeat of my past misfortune. After the way things turned out with Kayce, my trust was destroyed, and no matter who or what the women since then were to me—some stuck around for a short while, others were just sex and a release and nothing more—I stuck to that rule hard and fucking fast.

There was no way I was about to tempt the same mistake twice in this lifetime.

Now, the longer I’m out here, shoveling, sweeping, and replaceing an unending list of things to do that might just keep me busy for another few hours, I’ve mulled it over. Torn the situation apart, put it back together, reconfigured it fifty different ways and I’m still not entirely certain it’s the decision I should make.

But fuck… it feels right with her.

She wants this, and if I allow myself to stop and breathe life into the words clambering up my throat with the determination of a bull rider hanging on for dear life. I want this, too.

A heavy exhale gusts out of me.

Jesus.

Scrubbing a palm over my face, my eyes scrunch closed. All the depraved fucking thoughts I’ve been keeping at bay since that day at the gas station are lined up, ready to bust through the crack in the dam. My mind is splintering with need and selfish wants that should be kept firmly in the category of no fucking way.

But it’s only pure, unfiltered desire that runs a course through my veins. I want to feel her bare and to have her wrapped around me so fucking bad. I want to fuck her and watch the expression on her face as she tumbles over the edge while my release spills inside her. To pull back and see the dripping evidence of where I’ve been. To feel the slickness coat my fingers and her channel as I push my cum back inside.

Layla is the only person I’ve ever felt this way about. I knew it from before the moment I first touched her, before we kissed that night. Not because I want to get the girl pregnant. Christ, no, that’s the furthest thing from my mind, and it sends an unbelievable dose of relief through me to know she feels the same way.

No, it’s nothing remotely connected to that. If I had to put a word to it, it’s the sense of ownership. There’s something feral and fucking primal in knowing I’ll have marked her in a way that I haven’t ever done before, and holy shit, if that doesn’t trigger a beast inside me that has no right to be there.

A wild creature has come roaring to life, and I’ve got no hope of taming it without feeding into the insistent desire, that primal goddamn urge, it hungers for.

Now, here I am, ready to risk it all for the girl with big green eyes I can’t help but see whenever my head hits the pillow. When I look out over the forested slopes, I’m constantly comparing those mossy flecks around the innermost rim where her pupils meet that verdant coloring. Whenever I walk into the barn and catch a hit of her fragrance drifting toward me, there’s no denying the hook that tugs from deep behind my ribs, dragging me to be near her.

To put it bluntly, I’m screwed. And don’t I know it.

After a good couple of hours, I’m still berating myself. Even as I finish up with the horses and their long necks crane to watch me through curious eyes as I exit the big wooden doors. Even as I readjust my cap backward, lifting it to dig my hands through my hair for the hundredth time before shoving it back down on my head. Even as I kick my boots off and hang my jacket when I reach the house.

This is madness, and I’d be out of my fucking mind to even consider this.

Which is why I head straight for the bathroom, where I just know I’ll replace my good fucking girl, exactly where I told her to be waiting for me.

Sure enough, the moment I walk through the doorway, feeling the gentle wave of humid warmth, I catch the first sight of her in that oversized tub and know I never had a goddamn chance of denying this.

Every feral instinct roars to life, and all I want to do is fuck and fuck and fuck. To fill her up and hold her against me while feeling her fluttering heartbeat replace a rhythm with my own.

“Hey.” She’s lying back with her curls piled on top of her head, looking like temptation and heaven and everything good that I should never be allowed. Flush sits high on her cheeks, and her eyes are hooded, relaxed, gazing at me with a softness in her expression that I’ll be replaying forever in my mind’s eye.

My dick is hard as a rock, leaking, just at the sight of her.

The water is fairly deep in that sunken tub, but I can still enjoy every gorgeous inch of Layla. Her peaked nipples sit just at the water’s surface, and my eyes feast on the sight of her floating like a mermaid, ready to tempt me willingly into the depths.

“Looks cozy in there.” There’s absolutely plenty of room for the two of us.

She hums. Nods and relaxes against the lip of the tub. “Was everything ok after the storm?” Those stunning green eyes suck me in, two deep pools I want to see looking back at me every single day.

“The cattle are fine, just hungry bastards. The horses told me to fuck off, and won’t answer to anyone but you… traitors.” I tuck my hands in my pockets and rest my ass on the vanity, hooking one ankle over the other. Content to lean back and simply enjoy watching this girl for a moment.

“Will they be sending you an official complaint?” Her lips curve into a coy grin. Cute and alluring, and my dick is screaming at me to get naked and dive into her.

“Something like that. Apparently, I’m shit at grooming, do a terrible job at cleaning up their stalls, and not even promises of extra treats tomorrow was enough to satisfy those miserable bastards.”

“Well, when you speak so highly of them… I can’t imagine why.” Her eyes glimmer in the dim light.

“They’ll survive. How was your day off?”

I love that she’s not shying away from allowing me to enjoy her body on display beneath the gently rippling water. Layla doesn’t try to cover herself, and damn, it’s sexy as all hell.

“Restful… my boss did keep me up pretty late last night.” Her teeth catch her bottom lip.

“Sounds like an asshole to me.”

“Oh, you have no idea. He’s extremely demanding, too.” Her blush turns a deeper shade, and those perfect nipples stiffen as water laps around the tight buds.

Fuck, she’s gorgeous.

“What a dick.”

“At least he’s got one or two redeeming qualities.”

“Yeah?” My eyes rake another full sweep over her figure and I lap up the way she’s starting to squirm beneath the weight of my gaze. Especially when I linger on the spot at the junction of her thighs hidden deeper below the water level. “What might those be?”

“Well, for one… he’s pretty skilled with his hands.”

My eyebrows raise, and I’m fighting back the urge to cross the tiles and show her just how fucking skilled my hands want to be right about now.

“Sounds promising. What else?”

“I don’t know if I should say.” That husky edge to her voice appears. The one that has my dick jerking to attention whenever this girl talks in a way that is part innocent, part seductress, and wholly, Layla.

“Maybe he wants to know.”

Her teeth sink into the plumpness of her bottom lip as her sooty eyelashes flutter a little. Good, she’s just as turned on as I am.

“Well, he walks in wearing this backward cap, and that is definitely a highly favorable quality.”

I have to fight the smirk that threatens to escape. “You got a thing for my hats, baby?”

Layla nods at me, eyes going a little glassy as the tension and heat builds between us.

“A cowboy in a cap? That’s sexy. Hit me with the backward cap? You’ve got me wherever you want me.” With a hard swallow she keeps on squirming and squeezing her thighs together. I’m about two seconds from relieving that ache I know is building there. “Now you know all my secrets, Mr. Wilder. What are you planning on doing about it?” She sounds all breathy and that’s the moment I make my move.

Pushing off the vanity, I cross over to the bath and sit on the wide edge. It’s tiled and built into one side of the bathroom with an ample ledge surrounding the tub. I’ve never been more fucking pleased it was designed with this particular feature.

My flannel sleeves are already partly rolled up my forearms, but I fold them a couple of inches higher to hit my elbow.

“You hungry, angel?” My voice drops low as I watch her lips part and her eyes trace the movement of my hands.

Layla drags her gaze up to meet mine, stares at me for a long second, then nods.

“You want to get out of that bath and eat?”

She shakes her head.

“Comfortable?” I ask, dipping my fingertips just below the surface, swirling the water a little.

She shakes her head. “Not with you all the way over there.”

“How about I make you more comfortable, then? Would you like that?”

“Please.” It’s barely a whisper that floats off her lips and echoes around the damp tiles.

I slip my hand below the water, keeping her locked in my gaze. Layla’s breathing shallows, her chest rising and falling with little panting breaths that tell me just how horny she is.

When I glide up the soft swell of her thigh, starting from the sensitive spot inside her knee, she jerks a fraction. A tiny whimper escapes, and I’m already planning my next move.

Can I fuck her right here in the bath? Sounds like a goddamn perfect idea.

My hand slides higher, and the moment I reach the softness of her pussy, I’m fighting back the urge to groan. She’s so fucking aroused, dripping and ready for my touch, just like I hoped. Slick and slippery and already swollen with desire.

“I guess I need to wear my cap backward more often if this is how wet your sweet little cunt gets.” With my other hand, I hook below her knee, sliding a palm down the slope and curve of her calf, until I catch her ankle. Keeping my eyes locked on hers, I gently ease her foot out of the water and hook her leg over the edge of the bath to rest across my thigh, opening her right up for me. My fingers slide through her slit and dip into her entrance, before dragging up to circle around the pouting bud that’s waiting for my attention.

As soon as I brush over that bundle of nerves, Layla bucks beneath my touch and lets out the sweetest, horniest noise. One that is going to become my mission to have her making again once my cock is buried inside her.

“Tell me what you want from me, angel.” I rub firm circles over her clit and devour the way her pupils dilate, pleasure starting to wash through her veins.

“I want you. I need you inside me.”

Wrapping my grip tighter around her ankle, I press into that pleasurable spot below her calf that I know will have her melting. A shift of my other hand is all it takes, I sink two fingers inside her slick pussy, and her eyes flutter closed on a moan.

“You gotta tell me the truth, baby. You talked a mighty big game this morning in the kitchen, but you’ve had all day to think about this, just like I have. Now, I need to hear you use your words.”

She’s so silky and wet, and her tight channel sucks my fingers deeper with every moment I work a little harder inside. I want my girl draped over me and burying her teeth in my neck while I fill her up. I want to be able to see every perfect fucking expression playing on her face as she squeezes the life out of my cock.

As much as I’m desperate for this, I won’t do anything unless she tells me in no uncertain terms. The words need to come from her lips.

“Colt…” Her whine hitches in her throat as I start scissoring my fingers, working her and getting her ready to take me. She’s so fucking tight, her pussy is like a velvety glove around my digits, but I don’t want to dare risk hurting her.

I add a third finger and she arches for me like a goddamn dream. Those nipples are dusky pink and lovely, stiffened to tight, furled peaks.

“Play with your tits, show me how you love them being teased.”

Without hesitation, she pinches and plucks at them. My balls throb watching her, feeling her grip my fingers tighter.

“I’m not going to give you what you want until you tell me. I gotta hear you say it, but not because you think it’s what I’m wanting. I’ll give you anything you need, as long as it’s the truth.” I start fucking in and out with my fingers, her body rocking, cradled by the water’s buoyancy.

Layla devastates me with a hooded stare, pouty lips, and nothing more than the slightest rasp in her sultry voice.

“I want to feel you with nothing between us. Please let me know what it’s like to have all of you. I haven’t stopped thinking about it all day.”

“You want to be dripping with me, angel?”

Her cunt tightens around my fingers immediately, and a soft moan fills the air.

“Yes. Oh god, yes. I want that.”

“You gotta be specific. Tell me exactly what you want.”

Layla is right on edge. Her fingers work her nipples relentlessly, pussy walls fluttering around my fingers. Shallow, panting breaths laced with needy little noises rise up.

Goddamn, this girl is a vision.

“Please don’t use a condom. You don’t need to when you’re with me.” She whimpers and bucks her hips against me. “Fuck me bare, cowboy. I want to feel all of you. I want to feel the way you fill me with your cum.”

Jesus Christ. I’m nearly choking as the filthiest words tumble out of this beautiful girl, and I’m fucking done for. Her back bows as I work my thumb over her clit and plunge in and out of her, hungry for the way she unravels perfectly. Moaning and shaking and clamping down on my hand, she pinches her hardened nipples.

I hold her leg, insisting that she stays open for me even when she tries to wriggle out of my grasp and draw her legs together, massaging her through the come down. Or maybe not even that, I’m too fucking greedy and don’t give her much of a chance to land—before I fully realize it, I’m already working this beautiful girl harder, that precious next climax firmly set in my sights.

But I have to drag myself off her. If I’m going to do this, I’ve at least got to get rid of my clothes. My dick is a steel bar, ready to feel every soft undulation of her silky channel wrapped around me.

With teeth gritted, I pull my hand away, but not before sucking down on the taste of my perfect girl and enjoying every second that she soaks up the sight.

“You want me raw inside you? So fucking sweet when you’re begging, angel.”

Layla arches her back and the warm water laps around all her curves, forming shimmering, iridescent dress fitted to her nakedness. A transparent swirl of steam and droplets runs over wet skin, caressing the swell of her stomach, the crease at the tops of her thighs, the fullness of her breasts.

“Are you getting in, Daddy?” She flutters those eyelashes my way, and there’s every possibility I’m going to struggle to last long. This girl has got me ready to blow in my jeans, for the second time in my adult life.

“Don’t even think about moving; of course I’m getting in there with you.” Reaching up, I flip off the cap and then fumble my way through the top few buttons before dragging my shirt up over my head. Why couldn’t this have been summer time? It’d be much more goddamn convenient if I could have us both wearing next to fucking nothing all day long. There are always far too many layers of clothes between us, and I’m inwardly cursing the fact I can’t insist on Layla wearing dresses or skirts or something that is much better suited to all the places I want to take her on this ranch and sink inside her.

If I only get two weeks of memories with this girl, I’m going to make sure I’ve had her in every single place possible.

Christ, it hits me square in the chest that I already know one particular place I want to steal Layla away to and hide out for a short while. Problem is, I doubt we’ll have enough time to get there.

Ditching my jeans and briefs, I stand over the bath and fist my cock for a moment. What kind of heaven is this, where I can slide into that water with her and feel her and be with her in the kind of way I never should be allowed.

Even though it might be a fever dream, I’m going to take it in both hands anyway. Damn whatever miserable, lonely future lies in store for me. This is a moment in time I’ll forever have, and she’s the girl who is willingly giving it to me.

Fuck, I definitely do not deserve someone as perfect as Layla.

“Get in here, cowboy,” she purrs at me and shifts around, which means I fucking do as she says without another second’s hesitation.

The water’s still warm, and besides, my skin feels overheated just being near. Our limbs tangle as I ease in, guiding her to straddle my thighs, and my cock juts up between us. Layla dives against my mouth with fingers threading into my hair, that small action causes my mind to go blank.

It’s her and only her that consumes me as she makes those sweet little noises into my mouth. Soft curves fitting against me like our bodies had been mapped out somewhere in the goddamn universe an eon ago.

Kissing Layla is a privilege I don’t plan on ever taking for granted.

Why is it that the person who feels so fucking right to be with, is someone I cannot have? Someone who I’m unable to keep. A beautiful creature being gifted my way for such a painfully short time. Leaving nothing but a stolen, snowbound secret between us.

“Colt…” Her soaked pussy rocks against my length, and it’s so close and intimate and searingly hot right here, locked together. Water sloshes quietly, cradling our bodies in time with a rhythm that seems unbelievable, considering it’s been barely twenty-four hours since we first crossed that invisible line.

It feels like I’ve already known this girl for a lifetime longer than anything as simple as a single night tangled up in bedsheets.

“You want it? It’s all yours.” With one hand, my fingers dig into the swell of her hip, with the other I stroke tendrils of damp hair back off her forehead. Cupping her jaw, I trace across the dusting of freckles high on her cheeks with my thumb. “Take it from me. Fuck yourself down on me, and show me just how much you want this. Because I’ve been dreaming about having you for far too long.” Might as well confess it all. At least that way, she can know without any doubt that this isn’t a hasty decision on my part. “Right now, I feel like I’m in a dream… one that any second now is going to come crashing to a halt in a painful moment if I wake up and discover this isn’t real.”

Layla grinds harder against me, a hazy shade of emerald-green dancing in her eyes as they blow out with the pleasure of how good it feels rubbing her pussy all over my length. “You’ve dreamt about this?” Those puffy lips have deepened to the perfect rose color from the scrape of my beard.

Definitely. Too often for my own sanity. “More than I should probably admit, baby.”

“You wanted me?” A little moan slips out as she shifts her hips, and the head of my cock nudges her clit.

She likes hearing me tell her, and I’m nothing but a slave to doing whatever the fuck makes this girl happy.

“Layla, if I told you all the ways I’ve had to deal with keeping my hands to myself…” We both groan as she reaches down and wraps her hand around me, stroking my dick and tapping it repeatedly against that bundle of nerves.

Jesus. My hand cupping her jaw slides down to fit perfectly around the front of her neck. I’ve got her pinned by the hip and the column of her throat, and I’m going to goddamn fall apart if I don’t get inside her right fucking now.

“I’m so close.” She whimpers, and like a damn artwork seated in my lap, lifts herself and guides me to her entrance.

My entire body lights up as I feel everything. Heat and slickness and delicate fucking skin. I have to focus on breathing through my nose in an effort not to start rutting up into her, because this right here is like nothing else. Tensing my fingers against her flesh, I watch pleasure wash through that captivating green gaze.

“Oh god… keep doing that.” Her lips part.

“You like my hand round your pretty little neck, baby?” My grip isn’t tight, I’m not restricting her airflow, but she moans as my fingers wrap a firmer hold.

“Mmmhmm. God, yes.”

Where her drenched core presses against my tip is so fucking hot. She’s so unbelievably wet, so ready to take me, and the sensation of her entrance welcoming in the crown of my dick makes my eyes want to roll into the back of my head.

“Oh, fuck. Oh, god.” Layla breathes hard. Pulse fluttering beneath my fingertips like a hummingbird taking flight.

“Fffuuuck. Angel, that’s it.” Months upon months of obsession, of insane thoughts about filling her sweet cunt, finally break loose and roar into my consciousness.

I grunt and my balls draw up tight, already primed and ready to unload. Ready to spend inside her with that one goal in mind that doesn’t make any sense, considering my past, but is brought to life by Layla.

A desperate need for ownership.

Marking. Claiming. Breeding.

As she lowers herself, her walls stretch around my length and the rippling sensation of her velvet heat molding to me feels like a flood, a torrent of primal obsession racing straight to my cock. My eyes bounce between devouring the expression on her face, and the place where her soft pink cunt swallows every inch, where my bare dick disappears deep inside her.

Pleasure flares and builds down low in my spine. Hissing noises come out of both of us, and Layla fucks herself down on me with a steady rocking of her hips as she slides lower to settle her weight fully.

“Fuck, oh my god…”

“I know, baby.” My fingers flex slightly.

Her eyes drop closed as she feels it, too. She’s so full and at this angle she’s nearly fully impaled, sunk all the way to the hilt.

“God. You’re so big.”

“That’s it, angel. You’re doing so well. Look at you stuffed full, taking all of me.” As if she was goddamn made just for my cock to nestle inside her and rock together like this. Wrapped in the steam, my drifting consciousness is only dimly aware of how easy it is to lose hours when I’m with her.

“Colt—” She part-whispers, part-whines, and that’s when I feel every muscle tighten. Her slick channel squeezes around me and I’m barely hanging on.

My fingers dig tight into her hip. This girl has already got me seeing stars.

“Christ. I’m not gonna last long like this. God, you feel too fucking good.”

“Please. I’m so close. Please come inside me.”

“Fuck.” This is every filthy imagining wrapped around me, and I tug her down to my mouth, keeping my fingers tight on the column of her throat as she sinks against my lips. “Ride me. Fuck me like I know you want to take it—hard and fast, angel; we can go slow after, because I’m nowhere near done with you.”

Her lips hover over mine as she pants against my mouth. “You’re so deep… oh god… oh god.”

“Just like that. Holy shit.” It feels like being squeezed by the tightest fist imaginable. Those luscious thighs work over me, hips rolling beneath my grip.

“Colt—fuck—come with me.”

“Don’t worry, baby. I’m right there with you.” Trapping her bottom lip between my teeth, my hand snakes to fit between our wet bodies and seek out the pouting bud of her clit.

She cries into my mouth with unrestrained pleasure, and I feel every fucking thing. I’m buried so deep inside her and I couldn’t care less that this time everything is brief and desperate, because I intend on fucking every single part of this girl and marking her up. Over and over.

Whimpers and moans float between us as it’s coming. My climax builds and loads, ready to pulse forward, in unison with the force of her grip on my length. A grunt wrenches from somewhere deep in my chest as searing waves of heat flash and spark, and a surge like nothing I’ve felt before rockets through my belly.

“Ffffuck. Fuck.”

Layla falls apart on a shuddering roll of ecstasy. Sobbing out mumbled words while pinched in the brutal hold I’ve got on her bottom lip. “Oh god. I’m coming. I’m coming.”

“Angel. Oh, fuck. Unnghhh.” I’m lost to the driving need that flies through me. My balls draw up and my cock swells, and a torrential sensation pours through my groin. Tight. Desperate. Hungry. The most incredible feeling of release takes over as I fill her up.

My dick pulses, and somewhere along the way, Layla has buried her face into my neck. Her teeth sink into me as her cunt keeps squeezing and I can’t seem to stop coming. Goddamn. The girl in my lap who shouldn’t be there. Who I shouldn’t have my hands wrapped around. Who I shouldn’t have allowed myself to be inside. Who is now pumped full of my cum, my seed, and moaning my name.

There’s nothing but pounding blood in my ears and my heart trying to escape my chest as we float in the forbidden moment of all of it. Me. Her. Us. The knowledge that we’ve already crossed the line, but we’ve now gone too far, well past the point of no return. Yet, a path connects us in a way that I’ve never had with anyone else before.

An immediate sensation roars in, demanding my attention, even in my out-of-body state.

I don’t want anyone else to know Layla like this.

She belongs to me.

I can’t let her go.

Even though I have to.

A curse that I’ve been given and have to damn well learn to survive, now that I’ve allowed myself one sip and gotten drunk off the poisoned chalice of knowing what it’s like to claim her.

“Come here, angel.” My throat feels raw. Like I’ve bellowed myself hoarse, and for a brief moment, I wonder if the deafening pounding in my ears was me actually roaring out loud just now.

“Mmm… god… that’s the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever experienced.” Layla sounds drowsy after her orgasms and so goddamn precious. Her plush lips and little darting laps of her tongue trail a hot, wet line up the side of my throat. Feathering kisses across my jaw until our mouths seal together.

My cock certainly isn’t interested in taking a break, because the moment our tongues meet and slide forward in another round of sensual connection, it rears to life once more. All the blood in my body flows back south, and I feel my length kick in response to the way she rubs her sweetness all over me.

She moans as I suck on her tongue.

“I wanna be deep inside your cunt all night long.” Roaming my palms along the length of her spine, I reach down to cup her ass. So fucking pliant and soft, and even though she’s still impaled on me, I feel the way her back bows and chases after my touch as I knead her rounded flesh.

“That’s all I want.” She gasps and tightens around me as I toy with her ass. Spreading and parting her, but not playing with her, yet. Just enjoying the sensation of seeing how perfectly we meld together.

“You want more, angel? Want to be filled up again? Want more of my cum dripping out of you?”

A shudder of pleasure runs through her in response. As she shifts slightly, I can feel the welling of sticky release sliding between our bodies pressed against each other. I’m struck by the thought that next time I want to watch. I want to see what it looks like for this girl to be coated in the evidence of me, and the urge to swipe it up and push it back inside that tight channel is a damn headrush.

I have no idea what this beast is, or where the hell it has come from, but it’s feral for my girl.

“Yes. Please.” Layla nods against my throat, and I don’t know what the fuck I’m going to do after these two weeks are up.

But for right now, I sink deep, and much like the storm and snowfall that has isolated us up the top of this mountain, I disappear into her pleasurable depths until morning breaks over Devil’s Peak Ranch.

My lips replace her ear, and the words flow as easy as silk.

“Anything you want.”