“I don’t have a condom.”
I huff. “Seriously?”
“I don’t carry my wallet when I ride. It’d just be nailing me in the ass every time I bounce in the saddle.”
“Good point.” I glance up at the ceiling and roll my head to the side. A big blue box catches my eye, and I chuckle.
“What’s so funny?”
I reach under the bed and pull out the object in question—a jumbo box of condoms. “Thank God for kinky brothers who prepare like Boy Scouts.”
Colt’s lips turn up into that crooked smile I love so much, and he takes a condom from the box and tears the package open with his teeth. Then he sits back on his knees and rolls the condom on. “Get on up here and ride me, cowgirl.”
I crawl toward him before climbing into his lap. As I slowly lower myself onto his hardness, I wrap my legs around his hips, my arms over his broad shoulders, and stare down into those stormy gray eyes. There’s nothing but love and need reflected back at me now, and after so many years of unrest, I finally feel like my soul is slowly stitching itself back together. Here in this moment, I’m finally home.
Colt buries his face in my breasts, licking my nipple before sucking it into his mouth. I rock my hips back and forth, enjoying the exchange of power. Colton is a gentleman everywhere but in bed, and in the past he might’ve waited for my consent, but immediately afterward he always took the lead. I like seeing him powerless and submitting to my will for once. He leans on his forearms, clearly appreciating my tits bouncing with each rotation of my hips. I grab his hat off the floor beside us and place it on my head. It’s soaked through, but I don’t care.
“Jesus, woman. Every fantasy I ever had with you in it just came true.”
I ride him like the bulls I saw him conquer in our youth, wild and rough, nothing sweet about it, just animal instinct and a hell of a lot of moaning. I’m sweating and my whole body shakes when Colt begins bucking underneath me, pushing his cock deeper, driving me closer to the edge. I clench around him, crying out his name as my orgasm sluices through me.
“Enjoy the ride, missy?” He ducks his head beneath the brim of the hat and whispers against the shell of my ear. His breath is hot and fiery like whiskey.
I giggle as he kisses my neck. “Yes, sir. But … I think I’d like to go again.”
He chuckles and plucks the hat from my head, tossing it on the ground. He devours my neck in kisses. “Well, if you climb in the saddle, you best be ready for the ride. Hold on, cowgirl, ’Cause we’re about to get wild.”
I squeeze my arms and legs tightly around him as he stands and deposits me on the table, he enters my body in one hard thrust that forces me to see stars. Colt grabs my ankle and lifts it so my foot is pressed flat against his chest, he dips his head and bites my flesh. I squeal and try to get away, but he grabs my hip and yanks me closer, his cock thrusting into me that much deeper. I slide my hand between my legs and stroke my clit.
“Fuck.” Colt’s eyes hood and he darts out his tongue to wet his lip as he watches me. My tits bounce with the violence of his thrusts and I stroke myself in time, bringing us both closer to the edge. “Come for me, Lemonade. Show me how much you missed my cock.”
I come undone, unravelling slowly, little by little as Colt shifts the angle of his thrusts. His hands grip my breasts, the trimmed nails pinching my nipples and opening me up to a whole new world of pleasure and pain. My core tightens and I pulse around him, coming for him just the way he demanded.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” Colt whispers as he runs his hands over my body, his eyes following my taut curves and quivering muscles. He pulls free and helps me to my feet, kissing me so deeply I lose my mind. Too soon Colt pulls away. I frown, wondering why he’s depriving me of kisses now that we’ve literally kissed and made up. He grins as he pulls off the condom and discards it on the floor. His hands grip my hips, and he turns me to face the rest of the room. I almost lose my footing, but Colt steadies me with a hand splayed against my back. He pushes me forward, over the table, and he lifts my hips so that I’m standing on my tiptoes as he slips inside me.
He’s no longer wearing a condom, and the feeling of his skin against mine, entering me, and driving so deep inside that he hits my cervix causes my breath to catch. “Oh God.”
The sensations are so different without a condom, everything so raw and hot. Why the hell weren’t we doing this all along?
“Fuck! You’re so fucking hot for me, Lemon, so wet. I love feeling your velvet walls squeezing my dick.”
He pounds into me—fast, hard, and completely unapologetic. I scream just as loud as the wind outside as Colt keeps up his punishing pace and I fall over the edge. Colt pulls out, and a beat later hot cum spills onto my ass. I’m delirious as I chuckle. He grabs a handful of cheek and squeezes, making all the nerve endings in my body fire to life with desire again. The need I have for this man is insatiable. I can barely keep my eyes open, I’m so exhausted, body trembling as sweat cools against my skin, and yet I still want more. Colt uses one of the blankets to clean the mess he made from my backside and helps me up.
Turning me in his arms, he cups my face in his hands and places a kiss to my forehead. “I missed doing that.”
“I don’t think we ever did that.”
His grin is wide as he leans in to kiss my lips. “No, I guess we didn’t. But we’re gonna be doing a lot more in the future.”
“Well, there ain’t nothing wrong with making up for lost time.” I wink and lead him over to the bed. We’re not going anywhere until this storm blows over, and there’s no place else I’d rather be than right here in Colt’s arms.
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
Lemon
In the morning, I wake to the sound of horse hooves thundering toward the cabin, and a beat later, West busts through the door. His jaw drops open as he takes in Colt and I in bed, naked but covered by blankets, and several condom packets littering the floor.
“Oh my God, West!” I protest, clutching the blanket tightly to my chest. “Doesn’t anyone knock around here anymore?”
“You gotta be fuckin’ shittin’ me?”
Colt’s sleeping face down on the pillow but he stirs and opens his eyes. The cutest smile I’ve ever seen slips across that delectable mouth of his and I smile right back. That is, I’m smiling until Wyatt, Cash, and Wade come stomping through the front door of the cabin.
“Oh, gross. You’re doin’ our sister again?” Wade complains.
“What the hell happened to my window?” Wyatt demands before finding the open bottle of Fireball. “What the fuck, you guys drank my Fireball?”
“Do y’all mind?”
“Nope,” Cash says with a grin, staring me up and down.
“Oh my God, get out!”
“We thought you were dead,” West says straight-faced. “Now I see that maybe that logic was preemptive, because I’m gonna fuckin’ kill you for screwing my sister when we thought you’d been killed by a damn tornado.” West lunges forward and pulls Colt from the bed, jumping on top of him—despite the fact that Colt is naked—he pounds his fist into Colt’s face.