I feel the sweat of his chest against my skin when I touch his front. My back is still arched, my neck being held at an awkward angle. A shiver rolls through my body, goosebumps breaking out across my flesh.
Each thrust of his hips as his pelvis slaps against my ass, his length sliding in and out, never slowing or changing its punishing tempo, I wonder how much longer he can keep the breakneck pace. I’m exhausted and I’m not even doing much at all.
“Stephanie,” he whispers.
I don’t know if he realizes that he said my name aloud, doesn’t matter, it was the sexiest sound in the entire world. I continue to force my body to relax as he takes me, letting the sensation of the way he fills me take over.
His fingers pluck my nipple, playing with the barbell before he focuses his attention back on the nipple itself. My body begins to tremble, desire building all over again from deep in my belly. Turning my head, I touch my mouth to the side of his neck.
“I can’t, not again,” I exhale.
He chuckles, the sensation vibrating against my back from his chest. Letting out a breath, I lick the underside of his jaw. He hums, never stopping his punishing assault of my body. Something that apparently, I love, because I can feel myself climbing toward another release.
“Ford,” I whisper.
“Just one more time, honey,” he says, his voice rumbling throughout my empty house.
“Oh, okay,” I sigh.
He laughs softly. “Obliged.”
There is a moment of silence. The only thing that I can hear is the sound of skin slapping and our heavy breaths turning into pants, then finally growls, as Ford finally reaches his point of no return.
His fingers leave my nipples and glide down the center of my stomach until they reach my clit. I whimper, I’m far too sensitive, everything is too much. I try to protest, but no words come out, nothing but a long moan escapes my lips.
I feel his cock grow, then twitch inside of me as he buries himself deep and a roar escapes his throat. Ford pinches my clit, then begins to rub it.
Pressing my lips together, I close my eyes slowly as the orgasm rushes through me, causing my entire body to shake. Not just trembles, not just quivers, I fucking shake.
“Shit,” Ford rasps.
I feel weightless as he steps away from me, picking me up in his strong arms and carrying me over to the chair and a half. He cradles me in his arms, shoving my face in his neck, his warmth surrounding me as he holds me firmly against his chest.
“I should have stopped when you said it the first time,” he groans.
Lifting my face from his neck, I shake my head, my body still shaking in his arms, though it’s calmed down a bit, almost to a tremble.
“It was am-am-amazing,” I breathe.
He shakes his head once, lifting his hand he cups the back of my head, his eyes searching my own. “Never imagined,” he whispers.
“What?” I whisper.
His lips turn up into a small smirk. “Never imagined there would be a woman who could handle everything I like in bed.”
“And you think that’s me?”
Ford chuckles, closing the distance between us, his nose slides along mine. His breath fans my face and I let out an exhale as my shoulders drop.
“Know it is, honey. Fuck, do you realize how you make me feel when we’re together like that, like this?”
Shaking my head, my hair flies around my face. Ford’s lips twitch as he shifts closer to me, his mouth touching my own. “You make me feel like I’m invincible, Stephanie. You make me feel like I’m the biggest fucking man on earth.”
“You are to me,” I admit.
Without another word, he tilts his head to the side and his mouth presses against mine, his tongue sliding along the seam of my lips. Whimpering, my shaking having turned to tremors, I open for him.
FORD
After stripping Stephanie naked, I take her to bed and stay with her until she finally falls into an exhausted sleep. Unfortunately, as tired as I am, I can’t sleep myself. It’s too early in the day and I’ve had way too much going through my head yesterday, last night, and today.
Pulling my jeans back on, I make my way downstairs, shirtless and barefoot. I go on a self-tour of Stephanie’s fancy-as-fuck house. If there was anything that could make a man feel the exact opposite of the way she described me earlier, it’s this fucking house.
I’m not a man who needs a bunch of fancy shit. I also have never felt less than when it comes to Beaumont and Louis, who have money, and a lot of nice shit that I can’t afford. But right now, I can’t deny that I’m feeling a bit less.
I can’t give Stephanie any of this. I have a nice cattle ranch, as far as ranches go, it does well and in turn I do well financially, but I’ll never do this well. I could never give her anything remotely close to this.
Making my way toward her back patio doors, I turn the knob and tug it open, stepping outside into the sunlight. It’s late afternoon, closing in on early evening, and I look around her yard.
It isn’t huge, there’s a pool and a small patio area, but it’s surrounded by clear glass and I know without a doubt that the gate at the back opens up to the fucking beach. I can see the sand and ocean in the close distance.
Before I came out here, I’d grabbed my phone. I had the intention to call someone, but nobody knows what I’m going through. Beaumont and Hutton reconnected, but Beau is the one who has the money, same with Louis.
Walking toward the glass banister, I rest my forearms on the edge and lean forward, feeling the wind wash over my face. It smells and tastes like salt, it’s gorgeous and it just solidifies the fact that I’ll never be able to give her this.
Stephanie left Gallup to make something of herself, and fuck me, but she did just that. She’ll never be happy as a cattle rancher’s wife. She’ll never be content to be mine. To have my babies, raise them on the family land. To get eggs from the chicken coop, pick vegetables from the garden, to fucking can green beans and pickles like Erica did while me and Jimmy were away.
I knew it all the day she walked away from me. I’ve been kidding myself if I thought that any of that had changed. Maybe for now it seems like something fun, like a change in pace, but that newness will wear off and no longer will it be fun and exciting.
Sooner rather than later, it will be true hard labor, it won’t always be fucking and orgasms. There won’t be parties and premiers. There will be no paparazzi and no dressing up to walk around the city, not like now.
Taking my phone out of my pocket, I decide to schedule an Uber. She left me twice and now maybe it’s time that I do the leaving. I schedule the driver to come in a couple of hours. That’ll give her enough time to rest. Then, it’ll give us enough time to have our talk and I can be gone before shit gets too much more awkward than it’s already bound to get.
Shoving my cell back in my pocket, I let out a heavy sigh. I hear something to the left and my entire body jerks. My eyes widen when I see a man standing on her property, watching me with an unreadable expression on his face.
“Help you?” I growl.
His entire body jolts as if I’ve hit him. Then his eyes narrow on me. “So, you’re the one she decided to leave me for?”
I almost laugh. The tall, thin, and almost pretty man says. I know now, without a doubt, that this is that Sebastian fellow. Crossing my arms over my chest, I turn to face him fully, inhaling a deep breath to make sure he realizes just how much bigger I am than he is.