Change Rein (Willow Bay Stables #1)(32)

She’s unashamed of how badly she wants my mouth on her, and it’s beautiful. It also makes me a goddamned ravenous animal wanting to devour her.

I lick and suck, adding fingers or my tongue, until she’s worked up a thin sheen of sweat all over her body. “Are you going to come for me, London?”

Her head bobs up and down, heavy eyelids working desperately not to lose focus.

“Tell me.” It’s more of a rumble from my chest than actual words.

Sweet lips open and close a few times before, finally, words filter into the heated air between us. “I want to come for you. Make me come, please, Branson.”

That’s all I needed to hear.

Curling my fingers, I pump them in and out, hitting her G-spot over and over again. When I know she’s right on the edge, I suck her swollen clit into my mouth, gently biting down as she falls apart. The sound of her screaming my name in ecstasy makes me want to pound on my chest like some kind of primal beast—ridiculous, but true.

Her body quivers and she whimpers as I pull my fingers from inside her. The sweet ridges of her chest are quickly rising and falling, and her small fists are gripping the sheets so tight that I’m not sure the pattern will ever leave them.

I lace our fingers together. “What are you holding on so tight for?” My voice is husky and playful.

“I think you know why.” She bats her eyelashes at me, the deep blue behind them still wickedly tempting.

“You ain’t seen nothin’ yet, angel,” I growl, standing up over the bed. “Scoot back to the headboard now.”

She crawls backwards until the top of her head falls onto the pillow.

“Are you on the pill?”

I hate asking her this, partially due to the fact that, if she says yes, I might go green with jealousy. But it’s something I’m willing to risk as my desperation to have her bare increases every second I watch her lie here as she rides the wave of her orgasm.

“Yes.” Her voice is low, and my fists clench at my sides. “My, uh . . .” She fumbles for the words. “My periods are really painful, so I’ve been on it for years, but I haven’t”—she watches me nervously, but somehow knows I need to hear her say it—“done this with anyone in a really long time.”

“That’s okay, angel,” I tell her, palming myself through my boxers. “I don’t need to be your first, but I’ll damn sure be your last.”

Her mouth parts, little breaths forcing their way out.

“I’m clean, and it’s been a while for me too, but I want to take you bare. Are you okay with that?”

Messy, blond hair bobs up and down. “Yes. I want to feel you inside me.”

After pushing my boxers down, I kick them to the side while fisting the length of my cock in my hand. Her eyes widen at the sight, but she licks her lips.

I stalk towards her across the bed. While missionary isn’t my favorite position, I want to be able to see her when she comes around me, and I’m not sure pounding into her from behind would do her injury any favors.

Settling between her thighs, I kiss her chastely on the mouth, dragging the head of my dick through the wetness of her folds, coating it in her juices.

I position my cock at the entrance to her * and wait until she looks at me to see what the holdup is. “You are mine, London.”

She glares at me, probably wanting to put my ass in its place for saying caveman shit, as she calls it, but I cut her off.

“And I’m yours. This is about more than f*cking for me. This is about us.”

The glare softens to something warmer.

And as I push inside her for the first time, I whisper into her ear, “I love you.”

Her fingers entangle themselves into my hair again, pulling and tugging as I slide in and out of her.

“So tight.” I say it like it’s painful, but it’s absolutely f*cking perfect. The walls of her * are clamping down on me so hard that I’m not sure I’ll last a goddamn second.

She rocks her hips up in time with my thrusts, and we move together like I knew we would—heavenly. It doesn’t take long before we’re both starved for release, our slick bodies working up heat as we claim each other.

“I’m going to come!” she gasps, her mouth searching for mine.

Kissing her hard, I press my forehead to hers. “Come for me, London.”

She does, calling out my name at the same time I growl into her neck, our bodies left heaving and clinging to one another.

“Damn,” she whispers.

Rolling to my side, I take her with me, pulling her up against my chest. “Is your ass okay?” My concern is evident in the tone of my voice, even with my cock still inside her.

“Always the gentleman. Only you would be concerned about my ass after just f*cking me to within an inch of my life.” She laughs, tucking her head into the space between my neck and shoulder. “But yes, my ass is just fine, cowboy.”

I trail my hands up and down her back. “I like when you call me that.”

“I know.”

Her lips curl into a smile against my skin before sleep quickly takes us both.





MY EYES FLUTTER.

Once.

Twice.

A sound in the distance tugs at my brain. Finally, I register the sound of someone knocking on the front door. Sometime during the night, our bodies disconnected, and mine now mourns the loss of his as I lift my head off his chest.