I was grinding into him, pressing my hot core down onto him. His cock strained against the jeans, bulging into me over and over, and I reached down between my thighs to stroke it over his jeans. As I did, he reached up and unhooked my button, opening my jeans, and then slid his hand inside. There was no hesitation in his grip, and his powerful, strong fingers found my wet, waiting pussy with ease. His palm stroked through my folds and pressed into my clit and his two middle fingers slid inside me while the other two went between the folds of my thigh and my core.
I cried out in surprise and ecstasy. Never had someone touched me so surely, so abruptly. It was as if he knew my body already, and his fingers stroked the upper wall, sending me almost instantly to the brink of a climax. I pulled his face between my breasts and rocked on him as his hand moved up and down, bones in the upper palm of his hand stroking my clit and making me writhe in overwhelming pulses, pushing me to a climax.
One hand shot to the ceiling of his truck to give me something to steady me, the other filling with his hair as he continued to stroke me, to penetrate me with his long, thick fingers. I imagined how his stiff cock would feel inside me and how it would bulge and pulse and come. The thoughts mixed together with the smell of our sweat, the taste of his tongue on mine that still vibrated with his touch. It was too much.
A powerful, explosive orgasm took control and I went still, then shook hard, jolting on him like I was riding a bucking bronc myself. I hung on for dear life, crying out with each wave of sensation until I finally settled moments later, sweating and out of breath. I opened my eyes and they locked onto Colt’s and I leaned in to kiss him deeply.
I slid off his lap and got to my knees in the passenger seat, yanking at his jeans until he shimmied them down to his ankles. He reached for me, expecting to plant me on top of him, but I had other plans. My mouth salivated to have him inside my lips again and I took him deeply onto my tongue. He shouted out in surprise and pleasure himself when my warm mouth settled over him and I sank him into my throat.
Letting a little saliva spill out onto my fingers, I stroked him as I rose up, wetting him fully and reveling in his rigid thickness in my hand. His cock was hot and immense and I dove back down onto it, stretching my jaw open to take him inside. My tongue swirled underneath him, and as I rose up, I twisted so that I caressed his entire staff.
One of Colt’s hands settled on the back of my head, and he guided me up and down in rhythmic motions, occasionally moaning as he enjoyed the feeling of his head at the back of my throat. I pushed my jeans down and off me as I sucked him, and one hand filled with my ass while the other filled with my hair. Soon, he was thrusting into me, holding me still with his grip, and I submitted to him happily. I was more than willing to give in to him, to let him use my body to pleasure himself, because I knew he wasn’t the type to leave it at that. His tender but firm touch meant he was just as interested in my satisfaction too.
I was content to continue to bob my head over his cock when he pulled me away and our eyes met again. A desperate smile was on his face, and I felt a warm rush flood my core. His grin was enough to make me do things I would never do for anyone else. Things I was prepared to do at his mere suggestion.
“Let’s get in the backseat,” he said.
I nodded gleefully.
Chapter 15
Colt
I waited for her to get in the back first, enjoying the view of her bare ass climbing over the seat and then laying back on the black leather. Not for the first time, I was glad I bought such a monstrous truck. It wasn’t about the height of it or the sound it made when I revved the engine. It was about space. I liked the space on the inside in case I needed to sleep in it.
But now, I liked the space because it afforded a guy my size to fit in the back on a large leather seat with a gorgeous girl like Leah.
I shoved my jeans to the floor of the truck and unbuttoned my shirt. As I did, Leah watched me, her gaze intense and hungry. One hand slid between her thighs and began to circle around her clit. Watching her touch herself only made me harder, if that was possible, and I slid the shirt off and climbed into the back to join her.
Sitting down on the seat beside her, I leaned down and licked from her knee to her hip, causing her to moan deeply. She wrapped her leg around my neck and I traced my tongue farther in, tasting her lips in a circle before moving to her opening. I slid my tongue inside her and flicked before moving it up through her folds. Her pearl was already primed for my touch and I lathered it with my tongue, stroking it and teasing it with the tip.
Leah’s hips bucked under me as I licked her, and soon, she was moaning so loudly it drowned out the rest of the world around us. The night had begun, but so had our passion, and as the world grew darker and colder, the inside of the truck only grew warmer. She wailed as I brought her to the edge of another climax and then she pulled me off by my hair. I trailed up her body until our lips met again, and our bodies curled together. One leg propped on the seat and the other on the floor of the truck, I hovered over her.
Her eyes moved down to watch as I rolled on the condom I had with me and then as the head of my cock went through her folds and pressed at her opening. Leah’s mouth fell slack and she took a deep breath in. She was wet and hot and ready for me, and I didn’t hesitate to drive deep inside her. She cried out as my thickness undoubtedly pressed her walls, forcing them to open for me to give me room. She was tight but soaking and I held myself there while her pussy pulsed around me, creating that space for me.
When I felt like she was opened more, prepared for me, I began to rock into her. Her nails dug into my back and I fed off the pinching pain at my shoulder blades. It spurred me to rock harder, to go deeper into her with each thrust, and soon, she was clawing at the seat itself, unable to control the loud moans emanating from her chest. I reached down and wrapped my arms under her waist and pulled her up.
She settled on me as I sat in the seat, my cock still not fully inside her. Rocking up and down, she inched her way until I was fully in, our hips grinding together with each movement and her grip on my shoulders as she rode me getting tighter and more insistent. Her head fell back as I grabbed her ass, helping guide her in a motion that brought her from deep penetration to where the head was barely still inside her and back again. With each thrust down, she moaned heavier, and I felt myself closing in on a complete loss of control.
I didn’t want to come so quickly. She was gorgeous and sexy and her body felt so good wrapped around mine. I wanted to extend the night as long as I could. But I also knew that one time wasn’t going to be enough anyway. No matter if we stayed in the truck all night or went back to her trailer, I was going to end up inside of her again before the sun rose, and it gave me permission to let the sensation take me away.
As if I really had a choice anyway.
Her pussy was so perfect, she was like a glove over my thick cock once she got used to me, and I could feel her body shake as climax after climax rolled through her. I had never felt anything like this before, and I sank my hands over her hips, pressing her down harder with each thrust.
I couldn’t take it anymore after a while, and though I was controlling her motion on top of me, I needed to pound into her. The need for release was incredible, and I felt like I was going insane for it. I pulled her off and turned her around, leaning her over the middle part of the front seat. She made a half-giggling sound as I turned her and bent her over, mounting her from behind.
I filled one hand with her hair and pulled her head to the side as I sank my mouth down into her neck. My other hand went under her arm and clasped her breast as I began to slam into her. Her moans, so long and loud before, became shouts, yips as I filled her with pumping thrusts over and over again. Soon, her moans were nothing more than one long sound as I gripped her hair harder, pulling her back to reach my lips to hers, my other hand squeezing her breast.
“Oh god,” she shouted as she came again, and I came with her. Exploding deep inside her pu
lsing pussy, I clenched my teeth and roared through them. Then, as I began to empty into her, her lips climbed my jaw to my mouth, and we fell into a long, deep kiss until I was spent and empty.
Chapter 16
Leah
Even after we had come down from our peaks and our bodies had cooled, I didn’t feel like I could move. Maybe it was just that I didn’t want to. I wanted to stay right there with Colt, hidden away from the world behind the foggy windows of his truck, and just enjoy being with him. There I could pretend there was no one else, that it was just the two of us. I wanted to keep that going for as long as possible.
We were breathless and spent as I lay in his arms across the seats. Colt’s heart pounded against my back and his fingertips traced my belly softly. I loved the easy, natural way he touched me, like he already knew every inch of my body.
“Have you told your brothers you’re coming home?” I asked a few minutes later.
Colt shook his head. “No. That’s not exactly an easy conversation for me to have.”
It wasn’t the kind of answer I was expecting. Colt wasn’t thrilled to be home. That was obvious. It wasn’t like he was bubbling over with excitement to get back to his ranch or longing for the comfort of being with his family again. I didn’t know what was behind that and I was curious to know more about him and what brought him to this point in his life.
“What do you mean?” I asked, shifting slightly so I could look at him better.
“They aren’t sitting around waiting with bated breath for me to get home. I doubt they’re expecting to see me anytime soon. The last time we all saw each other, l told them I needed some time away from the family ranch.”
“Why did you want to get away so much?” I asked. “Do you not get along with your brothers?”
“That’s not it. We get along just fine. Most of the time anyway. I mean, you can’t really expect that many men with that many different personalities to always get along perfectly. There are some clashes and some of us are closer than others. But for the most part, things are good with us. It’s just that being there at the ranch isn’t comfortable for me.”
“But it’s home,” I said.
“It’s where I was born,” Colt said. “But it’s not a place that ever felt like home. You know that feeling people talk about when they get close to home? Happy and warm? Butterflies in their belly or their heart growing and whatnot?”
I couldn’t help but let out a little bit of a laugh. I ran my hand down the side of his face, moving a piece of his hair away from his forehead. Colt tilted his cheek into my palm and kissed my hand.
“I think that’s the Grinch you’re thinking of,” I said. “But I understand where you’re going with that.”
He nodded. “Well, I never felt like that. Going back to the ranch was never that happy, exciting thing that made me feel relaxed and at ease. It wasn’t like when I got back there, all my troubles went away and I didn’t have to worry about anything anymore. I didn’t shed the rest of the world and get back to feeling myself or anything. And that hasn’t changed.”
“Then why did you go back?” I asked.
“Because that’s still my family. And it’s still my base. I’ve never wanted to totally turn my back on my brothers. The ranch is a different thing. It has always felt like this in-between place where everything reminds me of who I used to be. And I don’t like that guy.”
“You were there for a while this winter, weren’t you?” I asked.
He nodded. “I needed a break from the circuit and it was the first time in a long time that at least most of my brothers were going to be at the ranch at the same time. So I went back. I didn’t have any firm plans of how long I was going to stay or anything, and ended up helping my brother Sawyer out with his Dude Ranch Experience he runs out on the ranch. But I definitely overstayed my welcome. So, here I am, back out.”
“Wandering,” I said, understanding the sentiment.
“Yep.”
“Why did you leave in the first place?” I asked.
Colt let out a heavy breath. “My mother died when I was really young. After that, it was just my dad taking care of the eight of us. He did the best he could, but we didn’t make it easy on him. And he didn’t always make it easy on us, either. Things went bad between us when I got in a bit of trouble toward the end of high school. Nothing outrageous or anything, nothing like my brother Garrett, but enough to make my old man mad.”
Colt shook his head and continued. “He stopped taking me to the rodeos and giving his permission. At the time, I was too young to just compete. I had to have his consent. So, him not bringing me and not giving me his consent meant I wasn’t allowed to compete anymore. That pissed me off royally because it was all I wanted to do. Dad was trying to get me to buckle down and take life more seriously.”
I scoffed. “Sounds like you.”
“Yeah, not exactly,” he said. “The whole thing put a lot of strain on us. I was the opposite of those things. I didn’t want anything to do with burying myself in school and finding some sort of stuffy career to follow. I felt really isolated and like my brothers could get my father’s favor, but I was out in the cold. Except for Jesse. He and our old man clashed, too. He ended up running off to the military to escape him.”
“Sounds like the problem was with your father and not with any of you,” I pointed out.
Colt sighed. “He was sick. We didn’t know that at the time, or we were doing our best to pretend we didn’t. But it broke him down and turned him into a different man. It’s what ended up taking him. I never got a chance to square the past with him before he died. I regret that every day.”
I offered him a soft kiss. “I understand that all too well.”
I ran my fingers over the back of Colt’s hand, tracing the veins visible through his skin from his knuckles down to his wrist. It wasn’t the most comfortable thing in the world, talking about my mother and everything that happened between us. That was one of the most painful parts of my life. But at the same time, it was what brought me to this moment. It was what gave me the life I had.
I’d never known anyone who could really commiserate with me when it came to the difficult relationship or how much it impacted my life. There were plenty of people who talked about the hard times they had with their parents or talked about not getting along with them. But when they really broke it down, it ended up being just a little spat or personalities that didn’t totally mesh. In the end, their relationships weren’t truly fractured. Their lives weren’t really changed.
That wasn’t the case for me. Now I felt like I could really open up about it and reach Colt at another level.
“My mother and I had a very tumultuous relationship,” I said. “For as long as I can remember, really. I can’t even think about being a little child or anything and remember having a good relationship with her. The only way I can easily describe it was that my mother was toxic. That’s a really harsh word to use, I know.”
Colt nodded. “But a lot of people like to throw it around. It’s become the trendy thing to say about someone when you just don’t get along with them for a bit, or you argue.”
“That’s true. Not the case with my mother, though. With her, I genuinely mean it. It’s the one word I’ve been able to come up with over the years that seems to actually describe what I went through with her. It wasn’t just that we argued or clashed with each other. And it wasn’t that I had a problem with her and caused all the issues like a lot of teenagers do. It was just something fundamentally wrong with her. She was a truly toxic, messed-up person.”
“What happened?” Colt asked.
“My father was never around. I never even met him. To be honest, I’m not entirely sure my mother even knows who he is. She isn’t exactly what you would call discerning when it comes to the men she had in her life. And not stingy when it came to her affection.”
It was the gentlest way I could put it, but Colt’s nod told me he was following exactly what I was
saying about her.
“I think I’m familiar with that situation,” he said.
I nodded. “Well, it didn’t stop her from thinking she had it all figured out and was going to get swept off her feet by some knight in shining armor one day. Unfortunately, her standards didn’t get her all the way up to shining armor. Every month she brought in a new boyfriend and acted like he was the greatest thing in the world. That he was going to be the one to come in and rescue us. Or at least her. That’s one of the biggest things I remember.”
I paused for a moment then continued on. “It’s not just that she had these guys in her life or that she recycled them out like tissue paper. It was that all she thought about when they came around was them. I was there and she dragged me along with her, but she wasn’t thinking about me when she chose them. She wasn’t thinking about how much impact they would have on my life or what kind of actual role they would have with me. I can’t even tell you how many men she tried to get me to call Daddy. And it worked for a while. But when I got older, I gave that up.”
“I can imagine,” Colt said.
“My mom didn’t get it. She was pushy about it, saying I was being disrespectful and not showing my appreciation for these men. It was like she thought if she pretended they had been around for my whole life, I would believe it. Or it would convince them to stay. Like she could make them think they were permanently linked to us.”
“But they never stayed,” Colt said.
I shook my head. “It wouldn’t take long before they started fighting. Then that one would just be gone and pretty soon another one would come in. But it wasn’t just the men she was dating. She exposed me to all sorts of unsavory characters from the time I was very young. I was never completely positive who they were, but now that I’m an adult, I have a much stronger feeling about the kinds of things she was mixed up in.”
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