The Polo Prince (Foxworth Stud Ranch Book 4)

by Mia Madison

  “Fuck, you're so damn beautiful, Edie,” I grunt, thinking no way do I deserve this perfect girl but wanting her anyway.

  “Quint, please,” she moans and I don't need any more instruction.

  My hand cups her full breast, relishing the sensuous weight of it in my palm before I tip my head down and bite the hard pellet prodding out. She moans and I take the other nipple between my finger and thumb to roll it around and tug it out until it extends, full of hungry desire.

  There's no doubt this amazing woman wants me. Her body is screaming my name. And she's had plenty of time to reconsider her decision. Crazy as this is, my burning blood and searing hard wood won't allow any more delay. I need her and I need her right now. I pick her up and her legs wrap around my waist, clamping hard.

  Her fingers dagger into my hair and hold on tight – hands, legs, she's not letting me go.

  “I need you so much it hurts,” she whimpers.

  “I need you too, Baby and it's gonna hurt cos I don't know how to be anything but hard.”

  “I want you hard.”

  Half a dozen strides across the empty barroom and we're at the bar. I set her down and she reaches out to me again but I catch her outstretched hand and flip her around so she's facing away from me. Her hands catch the edge of the bar as I push her forward, her gorgeous full tits swaying. Then I reach around and unzip her jeans while I bite on her ear.

  “Are you ready for how hard I'm about to take you?” I gruff into the shell as I pinch both puckered nipples.

  “Yes. I want you hard. Please.”

  I go back to the jeans, yanking them down with her panties in one go. I kneel at her feet and take each leg off, all the while half delirious with the aroma from her pussy. She's still bent forward over the bar, her back arched so her swollen clit is pushing out between her folds, so pink and luscious I can hardly wait to suck it between my lips.

  Chapter 13

  Edie

  I wait breathlessly as Quint hauls my jeans down the length of my thighs, dragging my underwear along too. I wiggle my hips a little to help him drag them roughly over the curve of my hips and he lets out a low kind of growling sound, animalistic and sexy as hell.

  “You're so damn hot, Edie,” he rasps out, his voice cracking.

  Suddenly I do feel hot. Sexier as a woman than I've ever felt, because Quint makes me feel that way with his raw masculinity. As he lowers himself to his knees behind me, taking my pants all the way down my legs. The first blush of embarrassment from my slit being exposed to his gaze dissipates.

  It's replaced by wanton sensations of desire and confidence. His face is positioned right there, so the cool air of exposure that sets my clit pulsating is replaced by his hungry breath falling across my wetness. And I am wet, my inner thighs are already soaked.

  I shift my hips side to side again, slowly, just to hear that feral sound emanate from Quint's lips once more. He doesn't let me down, only this time it's more urgent. He tugs my pant leg off one foot, then the other, and then his palms slide up the inside of my thighs.

  He thumbs the flesh to press them apart, so more cold air and warm breath meet my slickness and I'm made even more vulnerable to him. There's something about that, being exposed to him, that incites intimacy along with the raw need.

  I undulate my hips to release some of the desire building and torturing me and then I almost come undone, right there bent over across my own bar. Quint palms my thighs further apart, opening me up even more and I feel the approach of his hot breath and burning rough skin. His tongue carves out a long swipe from the point of my clit all the way across my soaking entrance to the puckered rear.

  “Oh my god,” I moan and my head goes down on the wood surface to hold me up.

  I'm so weakened from the rush of pleasure that overtook me, I might buckle at the knees and melt into a pool in front of him.

  “Don't stop,” I husk out before I can stop myself, when I catch some breath.

  “I have no intention of stopping,” Quint rasps.

  The tip of his tongue flicks back and forth across my hard triangle point, teasing me then rubbing more firmly until I can't take it.

  “Not until you scream so loud those cowboys back at the ranch will have something to talk about.”

  I'm already close to screaming and howling something terrible as his tongue trails further back to find my opening. There he circles around the tight entrance and laps across the center, scooping up all the wetness onto his tongue.

  “Oh god,” I moan as I arch my back to spread wider onto his stiff tongue.

  “I know, Baby,” he gruffs, his breath on my pussy mouth making me tremble even more. “Relax.”

  “I can't relax,” I groan softly. “I want you inside me. I need you inside me. Now. I can't wait.”

  “You have to wait, Baby girl,” he murmurs, licking and rubbing more circles until I start to shake on his tongue. “You have to wait until I say you're ready.”

  “I'm ready,” I moan. “I'm ready now.”

  “Soon, Baby.”

  He's driving me to distraction and I can't stand it, but I love it. I've never known such delicious need pouring through every cell. Quint palms my butt cheeks and opens my entire chasm to his face. I'm way too far gone for shyness now. I grind back onto him, exposing every part of my most secret area to him, riding along his face as he prods into my hole with his hard tongue.

  Faster, with more strength jabbing inside me, he also rubs the flat across my clit. My forehead still heavy on the barhop, I reach my arms forward until I find the edge and curl my fingers around, digging in, clawing at the rounded edge looking for release of the luscious tension rising and rising in my thighs.

  “I can't take it.” I howl into the wood.

  “Oh, you can take it,” Quint croaks and his thumb slides into my channel making me shudder.

  I feel that rise of pleasure move into my channel, gathering and growing inside my core. I'm about to explode and I can't hold back. One more...

  His tongue slides across my agonized clit and I lose it. The pleasure fountains through my center and rushes up my limbs to the ends of me, out through my pores while I shiver and scream with the intense release of pleasure.

  “Oh my god,” I moan into the wood over and over. Sensations of tingly delight continue running up my body.

  “Now you're ready,” Quint husks into my ear.

  I was so out of it for a moment, so up there in the clouds, in the multicolored luminous sky where there's nothing but light and bliss, I didn't notice him rise up from the floor behind me. He leans over me, his burning hot swells of muscle lining my back.

  His hand loosens his belt and zipper and all the breath rushes out of me. I'm going to have his huge cock filling me and there's nothing I want more in the world. I thought I was completely spent but the hunger rises in me again, the need to feel him inside my body outstripping all other feeling.

  “Quint.” I whimper.

  “Yes, baby?” He husks.

  Oh my god I was about to say the most ridiculous thing. Because that's how a great orgasm makes you feel – like you've fallen head over heels in love.

  “Open your legs for me,” he grits into my ear.

  I do immediately as he says and his hard pole slides between, driving a parting through my slickness. It's all I can do not to start moaning and thrashing my head side to side again, I want him so badly. The head is huge in my hollow and I pump lightly over the round top, urging him on.

  Quint needs no urging, his ridged stomach is burning against my lower back, We're both electrically charged with heat and only one thing can release it. When he thrusts forward, my lips part, my tight mouth opens for him and he slides all the way along the length of me dragging a new sensation of utter pleasure with every inch of his lunge.

  I cannot believe how good he feels as his wide girth pushes me apart, presses at my walls until they stretch to their fullest extent and I'm finally satiated.

  When he's
filling me, buried all the way to the root, he holds a moment for us both to experience the heady rush of being so tightly connected. Then he slides all the way out so his head again teases circles in the hollow of my entrance.

  He's driving me to distraction before he shoves inside, again forcing the fullest sensation. I start moaning and bucking on him, needing him harder.

  He lets out a low feral chuckle of glee, but doesn't disappoint. The pace of his jabs picks up, his hands clasp my hips to pull me back onto him, driving his length deeper into me. I'm panting hard with the effort of building the lust and when it finally explodes it's bigger than I could have imagined. We lie there across the bar, both panting, Quints hot breath in my hair, in my ear.

  “You are incredible, my Baby,” he rasps.

  Chapter 14

  Quint

  I don't ever want to move from where I'm at right now, caging Edie's spine. She's sprawled across her bar with me bent over her, resting there but not offloading my weight onto her, obviously. Spent as I am, I'm strong enough to support my legs and I'm not gonna crush her under me. Just enough to let her know she's mine now. All mine.

  When her thighs start to tremble though, I rise up and lift her. She reaches out for me as she turns to face me but before she takes me, I pick her up in my arms like a fucking bridegroom, if you can believe that, and head for the stairs. She entwines her forearms around my thick neck and lays her head down on my shoulder, exactly where she belongs.

  It feels so natural I can't believe we haven't been doing this all along. How was I ever friends with Edie when I could have had so much more? The difference in our ages now seems negligible. We're just two people that want to be together.

  “That was amazing,” she murmurs and writhes herself into my chest, getting comfortable, settling in.

  “You're amazing,” I grit out, making sure not to bang her head on the sidewall of the narrow staircase, or catch her toes anywhere.

  She feels like such a precious cargo in my arms, something I want to protect from bullets and beatings. I don't want her to ever experience one moment of hurt. She belongs to me and it's my task to keep her safe and happy. Truth is, it's no chore at all, it would be my honor to have her in my arms like this for as long as we live.

  She laughs lightly and I hear the timbre of happiness in her throat. That in turn sends a warmth through my chest, just knowing she's content. I've made her happy again, after all she's been through. After almost being responsible for getting her killed.

  Christ, I have to take care of this situation once and for all, like I should have done back in New York instead of taking off and running away like a little pussy.

  I may never forgive myself for getting Edie into this. It's up to me to get both of us out of it now.

  I find the way to her bedroom without asking. The apartment above the bar is very small but cozily decorated in that retro style girls like now. I'd never think of that as décor but it makes me feel comfortable, like I'm back with the grandmother that raised me when my mother died.

  I tap the half open door with my foot, pushing it back, and carry her into the small space. Then I gently lay her down on the high bed, all piled up with different shaped and covered pillows.

  Her arms cling to me, refusing to release my neck, so I'm pinned.

  “I'm not going anywhere, Baby,” I grunt.

  “Damn right, you aren't,” she says, back to the usual Edie, I guess.

  That makes me smile, that's the girl I love. She pulls me down so I go tumbling on top of her and have to break my fall before I crush her with my weight.

  “Don't get any ideas about pulling one of your vanishing acts,” she says, laughing so happily my heart warms.

  “You'd have to take a shotgun out to get me to git,” I say.

  “Don't think I wouldn't either,” she says and pulls my head so my mouth covers hers in a deep kiss that could go on all night.

  Finally she releases me and I roll over to the side of her, but even though we're skin to skin, she isn't close enough. I wrap an arm around her waist to tug her closer into me.

  She again nustles herself up until she finds her comfortable space against my chest wall and I can feel the smile spreading from her lips right through her body and across her back. Her ass settles on my wood, finally relaxed at only half mast, it fits perfectly along the length of her crack. She's soaked and her nectar covers my cock, making me realize something.

  “Christ, baby, I didn't use a condom,” I gruff.

  “Hmmm,” is her only response.

  She doesn't seem upset, if anything it's the opposite. She also refuses to release me when I shift to go find her a towel to clean her up with. Her hands grip around my forearms, preventing me from getting up from the bed.

  “Truth is I don't think I even own any,” I say. “I'll have to rectify that situation now.”

  She better know this is happening again. And again and again. I can't imagine ever filling myself up with Edie. Her hands relax their tight hold and she toys one fingertip along the length of ropy muscle and tendon in my thick forearm – one of the strongest parts of my body thanks to constant hammering it out with iron and making sure the iron loses.

  “It's okay,” she says, her voice all kitteny like I've never heard Edie speak before.

  She's normally so direct and in command. I like this side of her. It's the part of her that's only mine. Only I get to see and hear Edie in her girly persona. Only I get to wrap both thick arms around her like the steel bands I'm constructing to hold the slats of a bathtub. I can't stop squeezing her, wanting her closer even though we're lined from neck to thigh. Even though her legs are all entwined around mine so I can't tell where hers end and mine begin.

  This is the strangest feeling and it could easily become addictive. I can't help but wonder whether she had this with Chad. I'm not gonna break the mood by asking and bringing that douche into bed with us, but it pisses me off to think she might have had this before. I've only had her, ever, in my life and I want to be the only one for her as well. The one and only.

  “I've never felt like this before,” I tell her, inhaling the herbal scent in her soft hair.

  “Hmmm,” she murmurs again, wriggling her butt against my wood.

  I can tell that's a move she likes to pull and damn, it's successful. Every time those round cheeks sway side to side, I come close to losing my mind.

  I'm waiting to hear whether she's going to go further. Ask me what I feel, tell me what it is for her. I've got the strangest need to have her tell me she's mine. Not that she has a choice in the matter. She's claimed now and I possess her but I want to hear her say she's not thinking about that other guy any more. That his entire being has been blasted out of her like a power washer eradicating ugly graffiti from a brick wall.

  Her body has gone limp in my arms and now her breathing is deep and soft with the tiniest little snore. She's dropped out of this world and I guess that's a good thing. That she feels safe enough with me to fall asleep with no fear that any mobster is coming to break her rest.

  I lie awake feeling how her soft curves mold into my hard swells and ridges. How the aroma of her is like a day in spring, all sweet and warm. I listen to her calm breathing and keep guard over her all night.

  Chapter 15

  Edie

  I wake slowly, rising up through a miasma of contentment knowing I've slept the most peaceful sleep of my life. And then a thrust of irritation throws me into the day. The vacancy in the bed behind me is obvious, when I was expecting those steel band arms circling me so tightly my breasts spilled over his solid forearms.

  Without sharpening my hearing, I know for sure Quint isn't in the washroom or making me coffee. He's gone. He actually has left me in the middle of the night and pulled another of his vanishing acts.

  The soft light of dawn is just coming through the curtains no one closed last night and I know it's very early. He didn't even stay the night. Just waited until I was asleep then snuck
out like a criminal. I bunch up the floral coverlet in my fingers, tearing at it then clutching it to my chest to stop the mixed emotions swelling up.

  “You're so incredible, you're so amazing, Edie...what a bunch of baloney bull,” I say as I hurl the cover away and climb out of bed.

  “I will not cry. I will not rage. I will not feel anything.”

  I'm momentarily surprised by my nakedness when I'm usually all snuggled up in PJs for bed. It brings to mind the seriously hot time I had with Quint last night. Especially him tearing my jeans down my legs and then – oh god. I get in the shower, still chattering to myself. If there was anyone around they'd think I was the crazy lady, all that's lacking in my life is the fifty cats.

  “I'll be just like him. Unable to feel. Locked up in a cell of my own making.”

  I pull out a floral dress instead of my usual uniform of jeans and shirt. That's okay, time for a shake up in my life. Plus it's easy to throw over my head then head downstairs to tidy the bar. I ran out so fast last night, heading to Foxworth for a showdown with Quint, I neglected my usual duties. And, oh crap, my car is still out there. How the hell am I supposed to get it back?

  “If Mr Disappearing Act had stuck around I could have ridden out with him,” I say to the glass I'm polishing like it's covered with soot. “Now I don't know what the hell I'm going to do.”

  I just don't get it and not getting it makes me madder. He said what we had was fantastic. He held me in his arms like I meant something. I may be much younger than him, but I know when a man holds me with feeling. The way Quint embraced me was like no other man I've ever known, including the one I lived with for two years.

  “Damn,” I yell as a glass I slam down onto the counter a little too fiercely cracks along the length. “Why couldn't he be straight with me?”