Donovan falls forward. He uses one arm to brace himself as he looms over me and guides the head of his cock to my clit. A moan leaves me as he drags it back and forth across the sensitive bud, and I raise my hips to move in time with him. The only point of contact we have is his cock between my lower lips, and just the thought has me close to an orgasm.
“Going to mark you,” he says through clenched teeth.
“Please,” I beg.
His cock slips down the entrance of my sex, and the head easily slides inside of me with how wet I am. My body responds to the invasion by clamping around the head of his cock, holding him in place. His thrusts are shallow and barely going in and out as he brings his thumb to my clit. When he presses firmly against it, I go off, crying out his name. My sex clenches around his tip over and over, and he groans loudly. I feel the warmth of his release spill inside of me, and I raise my hips for more.
As if he can’t stand it, he jerks his cock out and splashes more of his cum all over my sex and across my stomach. Without a thought, I bring my fingers to his cock to milk out every last drop as I rub him into my skin. I want the smell of him all over me, the feel of his claim on my skin. Another loud groan comes from him, and more cum leaks out.
“My sunshine,” he whispers into the darkness.
Maybe I should be afraid, but that’s the last thing I feel when I’m with Donovan.
Chapter Ten
Donovan
“You know you don’t have to leave, right?” I tell Gracie as I pull her in for another kiss.
“I have to finish my route, but I already promised I’d be back right after.”
It’s been three days since the corn maze, and I’ve spent every second obsessing over Gracie. Especially when she leaves me. I understand that she still lives at home with her dad and she wants to be responsible, but I can’t help but be selfish.
“Stay with me tonight,” I beg, burying my face in her neck.
“Oh god, right there,” she moans as I move my hand under her uniform to pinch her nipples.
“Stay the night with me and let me have you in my bed.”
“Donovan.” She pushes her breast into my hand, and I pinch it again before I reach my other hand into her shorts.
“Sunshine, you’re going to make a mess of your uniform being this wet.” She whimpers against my mouth as I rub her pussy. “You should take them off and let me clean you up.”
Just as she opens her mouth, the walkie-talkie on her hip goes off and sends a spike of frustration right to my dick. The alert is from the main office, and it will keep going until she answers.
“Gracie here,” she chirps, then she takes a deep breath and tries to get herself under control.
“Hey Gracie, how long before you’re back?” someone says on the other end. “You’re running twenty minutes late. Is everything okay?”
She watches me as I bring my fingers to my mouth and lick them clean.
“Uhhh.” Her eyes are hooded, and I grin as I take a step closer.
“Gracie, do you need us to send a truck out for you?”
“No!” she barks and straightens up. “I’m on my way.” She clips the walkie-talkie to her belt and pulls me out the door with her. “Come tell me goodbye. I’ve got to run.”
“Promise me.” I tug on her arm, and she comes up short.
“What?”
“Promise me you’ll come back here and stay the night with me.” Without hesitating, I pull her into my arms and lift her off the floor. “Every time you leave me, my heart breaks.”
“Stop it or I’ll cry.” She playfully slaps my chest. “Look, my dad said he’s going out tonight, and I’m pretty sure it’s with Evy. I’ll sneak out and bring a bag.”
“You promise?” I raise an eyebrow, and she nods.
“Swear.” She kisses me quickly on the lips once more before she dashes out the door to her mail truck. I’m left standing on the porch watching her go and counting down the seconds until I can see her again.
“Someone looks smitten.” I glance over at my brother, who I didn’t see walking over.
I’m so obsessed with Gracie a stampede could come through, and I probably wouldn’t notice. “Yep,” I agree, not even trying to deny it. “Why aren’t you at work?” I eye the suit he’s wearing that he always has on when he goes into the office.
“I’ve got a little plan I’m cooking up. Just needed to come home and make some calls.”
“Does it have anything to do with that girl that runs the dress shop?”
“It most certainly does.” He grins, and it’s mischievous. “And I’m going to need your help.”
“Hmm,” I say, not really agreeing until I hear what it is.
“Don’t worry, it’s nothing crazy, I’m just planning to marry her at the fall festival without her knowing.”
Before I can process what he’s saying, a bark of laughter leaves me. Of course my brother is doing something entirely ridiculous for the one woman who has finally managed to turn him inside out. As I have this realization, I can’t help but think that it's not a bad idea. I wonder what it would take to do this to Gracie?
“I’ll let you know what I need from you later. I’ve got to go back into town and annoy my soon-to-be wife.”
“You’ve lost your mind, you know that, right?”
“Oh totally.” He smiles as he puts his hand over his heart. “It’s incredible.”
After that, my brother takes off, and I check on the horses. Ginger and Cookie are doing great, and I take care of everything in the barn. I’m thinking about Gracie and how I can’t wait to see her when the cell in my back pocket rings. I go to grab it, but my reception at the barn isn’t great and as soon as I see it’s Gracie, it cuts off.
I try to dial her again, but it doesn’t connect. Normally she texts me, but maybe that isn’t working out here either. Walking back toward the house, I see when I get service again and dial her once more.
“Donovan.”
The way she says my name has the hair on the back of my neck standing up. “Sunshine, where are you? Are you okay?”
“I’m on the way to the hospital. It’s my dad.” She sounds like she has tears in her eyes, and I’m already running inside the house to grab my keys.
“Work was trying to get me back so they could tell me. He collapsed and they’re taking him in just as a precaution, but I’m scared.”
“I’m coming, sunshine. Are you driving?”
“No.” She sniffs. “One of my coworkers is giving me a lift. Can you meet me there?”
“I’m already on the way. I’ll be there waiting for you.” My foot hits the gas as I tear out of my driveway and toward the hospital. “Just stay calm, Gracie, everything is going to be okay.” I want to tell her I love her, but this doesn’t feel like the right time. “It’s going to be okay.”
Maybe if I say it enough it will be true, and I’ll do everything in my power to make it so. I know how much Gracie loves her dad, and when she was telling me about his diabetes I knew that was a big part of why she was still at home with him and not living on her own.