Chasing The Wild (Crimson Ridge Book 1)
Chasing The Wild: Epilogue

“So, what you’re saying is, you learned how to use a cell phone, had a crash course in Instagram, and then stalked my social media until you tracked me down?”

I roll my lips together and let my eyes drift all over my cowboy filling the driver’s seat. Colt has one hand draped over the wheel, the other interlinked with my fingers, or maybe it’s me who has him locked in my grasp. Either way, I can’t help myself from leaning in his direction across the center console.

Have I stopped touching this man since he turned up out of the blue at my graduation ceremony yesterday? I don’t think so.

There are a million ways I need to shower Sage with appreciation and make things up to her, because my best friend took everything in her stride. Suitably interrogating Colt over dinner last night, being utterly charming, then offering to drive my car back to Crimson Ridge. All so that me and Colt could travel together in his truck.

I could have kissed her on the mouth.

“It’s not as big of a deal as you’re making it out to be.” The man in question grumbles, and I practically bounce in my seat like an excited puppy.

“I still can’t believe Kayce taught you.”

Colt shakes his head, letting out another gruff half-protest.

I’ve forced him to tell me the story several times, not skipping over any details.

Turns out, after running into each other at the rodeo, Kayce took it upon himself to play Cupid. He arrived back at the ranch with a brand new cellphone and made Colt sit at the kitchen counter for two days straight learning how to navigate not only a smartphone but social media, too.

Once they’d argued their way through the crash course in technology, he forced Colt off the mountain and told him he needed to go get the girl.

Unlikely as it might seem, considering our history, Kayce was the one who ordered his dad around—telling him it was the least he could do to try and make up for all the shit he caused for both of us in the past year.

Inwardly, I haven’t been able to stop grinning at the fact this rugged man did what he did, coming to replace me and bringing me home.

Because this man, whether he’s at Devil’s Peak Ranch or not, is the only place I’ve felt a sense of home. Colton Wilder is my safe place to land. My person.

I can only hope to be the same for him.

“Well, I can get rid of the damn thing now, anyway.” He shoots me a scowl.

“Why?” My eyebrows arch up.

“I found you. What do I need it for now? I’m not letting you go, baby.”

My heart does a pitter-patter, swooning all the way into his hands at that admission.

“What if I wanted you to keep it?”

Colt lifts my fingers up to his mouth, keeping his eyes on the road he grazes them with his lips. The light touch of wetness mixed with the scratch of his beard sends a shudder through me.

Along with a pulse in my clit, recalling how his mouth covered every inch of my body through the night. Mapping and studying every inch of my figure, like he was committing it all to memory again after so long apart.

God, I really am just a heart-eyed, horny mess for this cowboy.

“There’s no cell coverage at home, we’ve got the radios, I don’t need to carry that thing around.” He nips my forefinger.

My pulse thuds a little harder.

“I think you might want to keep it…” This man has got me all hot and bothered, and we’ve only been driving for a few hours.

“Can’t think of a reason why. It’ll just get busted sliding around in my truck. Or sit in a drawer. I’m never gonna use it,” he mutters.

Oh, I think I might replace a compelling reason, or two.

“So, you’re telling me that you don’t want me sending you dirty photos or videos?” Trapping my bottom lip between my teeth, I preen with anticipation when he grips my fingers tighter in response to my words.

“How’s that supposed to work when I won’t have any reception?”

It takes a monumental effort to hide the smile that threatens to take over. The tone in his voice just changed completely, and I can see him adjusting in the seat.

Seems like Colton Wilder might be a little interested after all.

“Do you like the sound of that, Daddy?” I tease, tilting my head and fluttering my eyelashes as he sneaks a look my way out the corner of his eye.

A low noise comes out of him.

“Think of it like a special treat whenever you’re in cell range, or connected to the Wi-Fi… there might just be a photo… or a video, waiting for your eyes only to enjoy.”

Colt shifts his weight again.

God, I love knowing that he’s turned on.

“I much prefer the real thing, baby.” The gritty tone of his voice makes my pussy flutter. “You might have to show me some examples first.”

Well, I can’t argue with that.

My thighs squeeze together. It’s been so long missing him and wanting him, my body aches to be connected again. Glancing quickly out the window at our surroundings, I see that we’re currently driving through remote forested hillscapes, some kind of national park.

“What’s got you biting that lip so hard, hmm?” Colt reads me like a goddamn book. “Wanna tell me what you’re thinking about?”

Blush stains my cheeks and I can already feel the familiar pooling heat building low in my core. No matter how much time we spent wrapped up in each other last night, my body is absolutely on board with more.

Colt shifts his hand, untangling our fingers and bringing it down to land on the stretch of bare thigh exposed by my dress.

“Let me tell you what I’m thinking about, angel.” Colt grips my thigh. Hard.

My blood starts to race.

“I’m thinking that I love how these summer temperatures feel.”

His hot palm sears my soft, sensitive flesh.

“I’m over here thinking about going for a leisurely drive to nowhere in particular when it’s weather like this.”

Gliding his palm higher, he nudges the edge of the cotton material, keeping his eyes on the road as mine bounce between where he’s touching me and the veins on his hand resting on the steering wheel.

“I’m thinking about you wearing one of these little sundresses, with no panties on.”

A gasp escapes me as he roams along my skin, pushing my dress up further as he goes.

“Me with my hand between your thighs.”

I can’t help whimpering, while he does exactly that. Fondling me over the top of the soaked lace covering my pussy.

“How does that sound, angel?” His touch is hungry, inviting, a temptation for me to spill the details of exactly what I want this man to do to me out here in the middle of our road trip as we make our way back to Crimson Ridge.

We’re in no hurry.

We’ve got all the time in the world.

Holy fuck, I want him inside me.

“Please?” I exhale shakily as he rubs over the fabric right above my clit.

“You need me to take care of something for you?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

Colt blows out a breath, dragging his fingers to the edge of my panties and toying with them. Torturing me by not sliding beneath or towing them aside like I want him to.

“Here I am trying to replace reasons not to pounce on you again… then you give me those green eyes, and I’m defenseless.”

Good, because I most definitely want to be pounced on. Repeatedly, if possible, during this road trip.

“I missed seeing the view from your backseat.”

A rough, deep noise fills the space between us.

My fingers move to unbuckle my seatbelt, but Colt clicks his tongue. “No. Don’t even think about getting out of that seat. You’re gonna stay right there, and you’re gonna let me play with you through these drenched panties. You’ll wait like a good girl until I replace somewhere we can pull off the road.”

My whine turns into a moan as Colt resumes leisurely circling and pressing through the fabric.

To look at him, you really would think we were on a lazy drive to nowhere, his gaze stays firmly focused on the straight road ahead. Except, as my pulse flutters frantically in my clit and my throat, my eyes track down to his lap, and the bulge in his jeans gives away just how much he’s desperate for this as well.

The next few minutes pass in an agony. I’m panting, going out of my head, by the time he steers us off the road.

It looks like some sort of forested area with signage for public walking tracks, and to my immense relief the place is deserted.

“Slide these panties off, angel.” Colt instructs as he guides the truck to a stop facing into a bank of trees. He’s carefully angled us so that even if another vehicle pulls in, they aren’t going to be able to see anything.

Of course, I scramble to do as he says, before he’s even applied the handbrake.

“The middle of summer, and you’re still out here begging to be fucked in the backseat with all our clothes on.” The corner of his lips twitch as he leans over and unbuckles my belt for me.

I nearly die when I catch sight of the boyish, mischievous look in his hazel eyes.

“Maybe that’s our thing.” I dart out my tongue to run across my bottom lip.

Colt hums a noise that I’m hoping is an agreement. God, please let this be our thing because, holy fuck, that’s hot.

“Hmm, this time, I definitely do want you in my lap so I can enjoy these perfect tits that I’ve missed while you squeeze my cock like a fucking dream.”

He gives me a heated look, slides out his door, then shifts into the back. Spreading his knees wide, I’m already climbing through the gap before he’s had a chance to settle into place.

I do my best spider monkey impression and hurl myself at him. Straddling his lap, while my fingers thread into his curls and our mouths sink together. I officially cannot get enough of my cowboy, of his beard against my skin, of his calloused palms roaming over my body, of the heat pouring off him.

“You gonna get yourself off just riding my thigh, angel?” Colt runs his mouth along my jaw, trailing down the side of my neck. “Or you gonna undo my belt and let me fill you again.”

Another wanton noise leaves my throat.

“Oh god, I need you inside me.”

Colt shifts his hips, allowing my fingers to make quick work of freeing his erection. The clank of his buckle, the quiet glide of leather, the metallic rasp of his zipper, it all builds my body into a dizzying spiral of need.

Pushing his briefs down allows his thick cock to spring free, and I can’t get enough of knowing that we can be together without having to think about time or anything except being in this moment.

Now, we get to simply enjoy each other, and it’s more than I could have ever hoped for.

Closing my fist around his length, his cock pulses beneath my fingers. Thickening further, which only heightens how desperate I am.

“Mmmfuck, baby. Rub that drenched pussy all over my dick. You’re so fucking wet… my good girl, always dripping for me.”

God, I love the filthy mouth this man treats me to.

We’re both fixated on the spot where I tap the head of him against my clit, then rub through my slickness, coating his length.

His fingers sink into the fleshy part of my hips, and he lifts me up so that I can fit him to my entrance.

“Oh god.” I moan as my weight sinks down his shaft, the perfect stretch of his head crowning my center, followed by the way being filled by him at this angle makes my eyes roll back in my head.

“Angel.” The dark groan from Colt is so achingly sexy. “Feel how slippery you are, already full of my cum.”

My pussy clamps down on him in response, because that image, of the fact he’s already spilled inside me a number of times since last night, including once already this morning, is so filthy I can hardly breathe.

“Christ. Relax for me, baby. Let me get all the way inside your sweet little cunt.”

“I love it when you talk to me like that.” My breath hitches, fingers digging tighter into his hair as Colt pulls me down his length and thrusts up into me at the same time.

We both groan with pleasure as he bottoms out.

“Tell me I’m not dreaming all this.” Colt’s rasp is accompanied by sucking down over my fluttering pulse point.

“You’re right here with me, cowboy.” I moan, starting to shift my hips. “Fuck, you feel so good.”

“Pull your dress down for me, angel. Show me those perfect fucking tits while you fuck yourself on my cock.”

Colt keeps his tight hold on my hips, rocking into me, making me whine with pleasure. With him buried so deep, he hits that magic spot I swear would have me willingly crawling for this man at any time of day or night.

My fingers hook my thin straps, tugging them down my shoulders, letting the top half of my dress fall away. The material bunches at my waist where the hem is rucked up.

“Goddamn, no bra and full of my cum? You sure I’m not dreaming?” He murmurs hotly, before taking one of my breasts into his mouth and sucking down.

I love being a whole lot of slutty, just for him.

“Oh, fuck… oh my god, Colt.”

He keeps going. Torturing both of my tits as I start to lose it in his lap.

“Jesus. Keep squeezing like that, I’m gonna pump you so full, you’ll be making a mess, dripping all over my front seat for the rest of our trip. You like it when my cum runs down your pretty little thighs, don’t you? My dirty girl who loves getting railed in my truck.” That wicked mouth drags over my sensitive nipples, tugging so hard I moan loudly, rippling around his thickness as the wave of my climax hovers at the crest.

“I’m so close.” Another whimper is all I can manage as Colt takes over, fucking up into me and roaming his hot, wet mouth over my tits.

“Rub your clit.” He grunts.

My hand dives between my thighs and that’s the match that lights the flame.

It only takes a few circles before I fall apart, jerking and moaning, while Colt lets out a rough, desperate sound and drives up into me. His cock swells and unloads and I’m so out of my head with pleasure I feel like I’m reduced to soaring bonfire sparks.

Words pour out of me. I tell him how much I love him, over and over. How I never want him to let me go. Quickly followed by me begging him for more, because my desire apparently knows no bounds.

Colt cradles my body, guiding me backward, until I’m lying with my spine against the door. He withdraws, sucking in a hiss as he does so; all the while, his adoring gaze covers my body.

“This heart, it belongs to you, Layla Birch.” My cowboy wedges himself between my thighs.

“I’m never letting you go.” That sinfully skilled tongue runs up my inner thigh. “I’m never leaving your side.” His hot palms spread me as wide as possible, and just before he sinks his mouth down over my pussy, he fixes me with a molten, hazel stare. “Now let me clean you up, baby. Make sure you’re properly filled just the way you like to be.”

Colt pushes his tongue into me, tasting both of us there, roaming all over my hypersensitive flesh. He fucks his cum back into me, and my eyes drift back in my head with how fucking good it feels.

But this man knows my body inside out, and somehow manages to wind me into another climax in record time.

By the time he’s finished ruining me, treasuring me, my thighs are shaking and I’m boneless.

I’m dragged up and into his lap, panting. Colt cups my face, guiding our mouths together as I float my way back down from wherever he spun me off out of my head to. I taste both of us on his tongue and my heart could burst with how relieved I am to be back in his strong arms.

As we make out, slowly, languidly, I feel his fingers hook my straps. My drumming pulse gradually settles as he takes his time to caress my skin, threading my arms through, and setting everything back in place.

“Angel, you better believe you belong to me, but I belong to you.” He murmurs quietly, lips hovering against mine. “I love you so fucking much.”

“I love you, cowboy.”

My fingertips trace his jaw, his beard, then slide into his dark hair.

“Take me home.”