“Now, baby.”
I sucked a little harder, flattening my hands on the back of his thighs as his body locked, and he came in my mouth. I waited until his hands left my head, and then I released his cock and swallowed everything down, just as his hands slid under my armpits and pulled me up. He kissed me deeply as he anchored me to the wall.
“Fuck, I’ve missed you,” he rasped.
“Same.”
He cupped my breast, rolling my nipple into a tight bud as his tongue met mine and I slid my hands to his chest.
“Wrap your legs around me, baby.”
I wrapped my legs around him and he guided himself inside of me. Gripping his shoulders to keep steady, I kissed him again, and he held my ass as he pounded into me. “Jake,” I rasped.
“You okay?”
I nodded. “Harder.”
He pinched and rolled a nipple harder between his fingers as he continued to bury himself inside of me, so fast I thought I might fall. Lucky for me, he held me secure, continuing to lavish attention on my nipples as he fucked me soundly.
As my orgasm washed over me, I dropped my head to his shoulder and held on.
“Fuck!” he breathed out.
I smiled.
“I love you, Addison Allen.”
“I love you, too.”
“I’m so, so fuckin’ sorry, baby.”
“You should be,” I said, lowering my feet to the floor. “My vagina’s magical and you’ve been without it for a few days.”
He smiled. Slowly. Deliciously. “From this second on, my life will be spent worshiping at your magical vagina.”
“I’d prefer you worshiped in it, but around it, or at it, will work too.”
“Fuck me, you’re funny.” He stroked my wet cheek. “I think I missed that part the most.”
“Does this mean you’re going to start sharing?”
“Sharing?”
“Your feelings, in the moment, not a day later, F.Y. information, and your life. I want to know everything about you. I get snippets from you, but I feel like you hold stuff back, and if you really love me, you’ll share it all.”
“I hear you, baby. I’ll be better.”
“I’m gonna hold you to that, Detective Parker.”
“Good,” he said. “I’m gonna hold you to somethin’ else.”
“Yeah?”
“Yep. I’m gonna hold that magical vagina to my dick.”
I licked my lips. “Yes, please.”
* * *
Dylan
By the time Asher and I left the nursing home, my emotions were on overload. I climbed into the passenger’s seat, buckled myself in, and closed my eyes, wishing I could block out the whole damn town.
“You okay?” Asher asked, starting up the car.
His voice reminded me that I wasn’t beaten yet. I still had the hottest, sweetest, funniest guy on the planet on my side. Opening my eyes, I smiled at him. “Actually, yes. You’re here, and that makes everything better.”
He grinned. “I do what I can.”
Despite all the crap going on around us, Asher’s smile still made my heart race. “How did I get so lucky?”
He grabbed my hand and brushed his lips across my knuckles, still watching me. “I’m the lucky one, love. I can’t believe all the shit you’re going through. You’re so strong...brave...beautiful. Honestly, I wish you’d back down from this case and let me whisk you out of here, but I love you because I know you won’t.”
I wanted to kiss him, but not with a console between us. In fact, I wanted more than just a steamy make out session. I wanted to be with him completely. The realization of all I wanted dried out my throat and made my hands tremble. Refusing to back down, I said, “Let’s go back to the hotel, Ash.”
The look he gave me made me wonder if he could read my thoughts. It didn’t matter, though, because the real beauty of Lakeview appeared to me when it only took five minutes to get from the retirement home to the motel. I let Asher and I into my room and poured us each a plastic cup of wine.
He arched an eyebrow. “Addison drank wine from a plastic cup?”
I took a sip. And then another sip. “Yes. And she even lived.”
He gasped.
“I know! Forget the jewelry thief, that’s the real scandal.”
He sipped his wine and eyed the bed. “Oh, I don’t know. You dragged me back to your room, alone, with a bed. That could be considered a little scandalous.”
“Dragged you, huh?” I asked, draining the last of my wine and pouring myself a little more. I knew what I wanted to do, but everyone says the first time hurts, and I needed a smidgen more courage than sober me would allow to make sure I didn’t chicken out.
I took another mouthful, and Asher’s hard chest pressed against my back. He brushed my hair over one shoulder, and gently kissed the exposed side of my neck. Usually my neck was ticklish, but the heat in his lips was not tickling me now. I took another sip of wine and leaned against him, closing my eyes.
“Dragged, charmed, enchanted, bewitched,” he whispered against my neck. “I can’t explain what you do to me.”
He took my glass of wine and set it on the table, turning me around to face him. His lips pressed against my forehead, drifted down my cheeks, whispered across my jaw line, and finally landed on my lips. He tasted like wine and smelled like Asher, a distinct scent that made me feel safe, loved, and horny. Every inch of my body heated as he deepened the kiss, exploring my mouth with his tongue while his hands slid under my shirt.
I gasped, pulling away. This was as far as we’d ever gotten. This was the moment someone always walked in, I lost my nerve, or his phone rang with an important client. Only this time, none of the above happened.
Asher’s normally intense blue eyes were almost feral with need. I expected him to attack me—wanted it actually—but he held himself back.
“We don’t have to do this, Dylan,” he said.
And that reinforced all the reasons I wanted to. Before I could lose my nerve, I grabbed the hem of my shirt and tugged it over my head in answer.
His gaze drifted south, and he let out a hiss.
My bra was the next article of clothing to hit the floor.
Asher advanced. His hands landed on my waist, and then slid up to my breasts. He gently caressed them, and then my breath caught as he pinched my nipples and grinned at me.
“You are so damn perfect. I knew you would be. I want to see the rest of you.” His fingers drifted down to hook into my jeans.
I couldn’t help but smile back, amazed by the way he could set me at ease while my insides felt like a volcano.
“Hold up,” I said, grabbing his hands to stop him. “This isn’t gonna be a one-sided dance. I want some eye candy too.”
He chuckled and whipped his shirt over his head before returning his fingers to the top button of my jeans. “Now can I?”
I was too busy drooling over his well-defined chest and abs to speak, so I nodded. Sure, I’d seen Asher without his shirt on lots of times, but I would never tire of the view. He was the kind of stud every woman wanted in her corral.
He stripped me out of my jeans and then boosted me in the air by my ass to pull them over my feet. Laughing, I brushed kisses across his face as he carried me to the bed. Once he set me down, he drew back and looked me over, heating my body with the fire behind his gaze.
“I’m definitely the lucky one, love.”
Still burning up my body with his eyes, he tugged off his own jeans and climbed into bed beside me. Before I could freak out about the size of the tent in his boxers and how he was going to get that thing inside me, his hands were tracing the lines of my body from my neck, over my breasts, to my waist. I sucked in a breath as gentle fingers roamed from my belly button to my sex, and then lingered there. Warmth flooded my core as his lips joined the exploration, beginning at my neck and drifting south to suck in one of my nipples.
The hand that wasn’t heating up my sex played with my other
nipple, pinching, squeezing, driving me out of my ever-loving mind. I gasped.
The vibration of Asher’s chuckle against me almost drove me over the edge. “Trade you my boxers for your panties,” he said.
Again, I nodded. Yes, I wanted to be naked with him, and I was suddenly glad Addison had talked me into waxing.
Asher started sliding my panties down, and his lips followed the trail his fingers had taken, dusting my skin from my belly button down to my...ohmigod! I gasped as he licked the most sensitive part of my body.
“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this,” he said between strokes of his tongue.
I kinda wanted him to hush and focus on what he was doing, because damn, it felt good.
Something blunt slid inside me and I swore, tangling my fingers in the sheets. When I looked down, Asher was smiling up at me. He pulled away far enough that I could see his hand, and slid a second finger inside me.
“Ohmigod,” I breathed.
He laughed again. His fingers began to twist and pump inside me and I shook with desire. God, I’d never experienced anything like this...then his thumb pressed against my clit, and I erupted. I cried out his name and released the sheets, suddenly wrapped in a warm blanket of bliss.
Asher crawled up my body and gave me a sexy smug smile. He must have lost his boxers, because I could feel the skin of his hard cock resting between my legs.
“Like that, did ya?” he asked, sounding way too full of himself.
“Nope. Hated it. You clearly need practice and should therefore do it every day until you get better.”
His eyes darkened as he rubbed his shaft against my folds, heating me up again. “Challenge accepted.”
He kissed me, shifting his body until the blunt head of his cock was at my entrance. As his hands once again played with my breasts, he slid an inch inside me. Anticipating the pain I knew was coming, I sucked in a breath.
“You okay?” he asked, stopping.
I nodded. “It’s...uh...my first time.” Heat flooded my cheeks and I wanted to bash my head against his muscular chest.
“You don’t say?” he said with a smile. Then he brushed my bangs out of my face and his expression softened, drawing me in. All the doubts I’d ever had about the way Asher felt about me evaporated in that instant. “I got you, Dylan. You have my whole heart. I won’t hurt you. Not ever.”
True to his word, Asher carefully took his time, bringing me to another ear-popping climax before he finally buried himself inside me. By then, he was building me toward orgasm number three, and I didn’t mind the pain that came with the pleasure. In fact, as I drifted off to sleep in his arms, I couldn’t for the life of me remember why I’d waited so long for this.
Addison
THE MORNING OF Roundup arrived, and Dylan and I were ready. Well, we were as ready as we’d ever be. We’d been practicing for hours, and my shoulders were killing me from Dylan grabbing them to jump onto the back of the horse. I was pretty convinced some drunk asshat thought this game up after a night of tying one on. Seriously, it was so...so...redneck.
“You ready?” Dylan called through the door.
“Kind of,” I admitted, stepping into her room.
She grabbed a bottle of water and her vitamins, only half paying attention to me. “I really wish you’d wear jeans.”
“Joddies will be safer, considering they’re comfortable and, since they look ridiculous without my boots, the whole package is necessary.” I frowned. “Why? Do I look atrocious?”
“No. You look uppity.”
I squared my shoulders. “Well, I am uppity.”
Dylan rolled her eyes. “Ain’t that the truth.”
“Suck it.”
She was still staring at her vitamins, and didn’t respond.
“You okay?” I asked.
“I was just thinking about something my grandma said.”
“You mean your crazy grandma?” I asked.
“Yeah. I took Asher to see her while you were gone, and she was...different. Nice. Still embarrassing, though. And she’s always been perfectly lucid, unlike the others. I still can’t believe my kindergarten teacher didn’t recognize me.”
“Dylan, you haven’t been back here in years.”
“Yeah, I know. Anyway, Grandma says it’s the pills they’re giving them. Claims that they’re messing with their memories as well as their bodies. Did I tell you Ms. Long died yesterday?”
“She did?”
“Yeah. Grandma’s been spitting out the pills and flushing them, and I know that makes her sound conspiracy-theory crazy, but I can’t shake the feeling she’s on to something.”
I thought about it for a moment. “Why would anyone want to hurt the elderly?”
Dylan shrugged. “I don’t know, but I think we need to look into it.”
There was a knock on my door. I looked out the peephole and groaned. Wyatt stood on the other side. Jake and Asher had to stay with us due to the fact that Roundup was popular enough to sell out all the hotels in town. Between Klamath and Lakeview, I’d spent two beautifully perfect nights with Jake. We talked and laughed, fucked like rabbits, and he held me as we slept. He and Asher had left earlier to grab us a proper breakfast and let us get ready in private. Things were going so well, and I wasn’t looking forward to him arriving back to find Wyatt on our doorstep. I pulled open the door.
“Hey, Wy,” Dylan said, leaning over my shoulder. “What are you doing here?”
“Thought I’d come give you two a ride. Figured Addison wouldn’t want to get her car dirty.”
“Well, that’s really sweet,” I said. “But I’m not overly concerned about my car, and I think Ash and Jake are coming with us this morning.”
Wyatt’s face fell, but he recovered quickly and pasted on a smile. “Okay, then.”
“Congratulations on your win last night,” I rushed to say. “You looked amazing.”
“Thanks, Addison. Good luck today. I’ll see you both there.”
I bit my lip and nodded. “Thanks.”
“’Bye, Wy,” Dylan said, and he drove away.
“I feel like a total bitch,” I admitted.
“Don’t. Wyatt doesn’t think that, so give yourself a break.”
I sighed. “It’s just, he’s such a good guy...and really cute.”
“I know.” Dylan smiled. “But you have Jake, and Wyatt will be fine. Plus, we have a competition to win, so you need to get your head in the game.”
Before I could say anything further, Jake and Asher walked into the room. Jake frowned. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” I said. “I’ll tell you later.”
He raised an eyebrow and I shook my head. I was glad he took my silence in stride and handed me a cup of coffee, kissing my temple as he gave me a brief hug. “I got you a bagel.”
“Thanks, honey.”
“Ash, let’s give them a minute,” Dylan suggested.
I smiled my thanks and waited for them to leave the room.
“Okay, what’s up?” Jake asked.
I sighed. “You have to promise not to freak out.”
“Telling me not to freak out makes me leery.”
“I think I hurt Wyatt’s feelings and that makes me feel bad.”
Jake smiled. “I’m not going to freak out, baby.”
I relaxed and rolled my eyes. “With you, I’m never entirely sure which way you’ll go sometimes. Especially when it comes to a really good-looking man being interested in me.”
He crossed his arms. “What do you mean by ‘really good-looking man’?”
“Slow your roll, big man. He’s not you.”
“I’m just messin’ with you.” He grinned, pulling me to him and kissing me thoroughly. “Mornin’.”
I smiled up at him, wrapping my arms around his waist. “Good morning.”
He gave me a squeeze. “You gonna fill me in on what you and Dylan are doin’ today?”
“Nope.”
“I figured.”
I patted his chest. “It’s all going to be okay, honey. But now I need to eat.”
I knocked on Dylan’s door, but it took them a little while to join us. I didn’t ask questions as we finished our breakfast quickly and headed to the fairgrounds.
* * *
Dylan
Addison, Asher, Jake, and I were heading for the stables when Jake asked, “Now what are you guys gonna be doing again?”
He was looking at me expectantly, so I glanced at Addison, who was shaking her head no. I could feel the weight of Asher’s stare as well.
I hurried my steps, desperate to get out from under their scrutiny before I said something that sent them over the edge. “Uh...it’s really difficult to explain. The type of thing you have to see to really understand. The horses are kept in that barn. We should hurry so we can make sure Bucky’s ready.”
It wasn’t my smoothest avoidance, but it would have to do. Thankfully, we ran into Wyatt, and Jake’s scrutiny transferred to him.
“Hey, Wy, where’s our guy?” I asked.
He pointed down the row. “Third stall from the back. I just got him saddled and ready for you two. Even walked him and checked the cinch. You’re good to go.”
“Great. Any idea where we are in the lineup?”
“Fifth. Right after Brandy and Josie, so you better hurry.” He frowned. “They’re riding Dusty.”
“He’s here?” I asked, scanning the row until my gaze fell on my old horse. I ran to his stall, and he hung his head over, whinnying when he saw me. He looked great, just as I remembered him, and I was relieved to know Brandy had been taking good care of him. Scratching behind his ears, I kissed his forehead and told him how much I’d missed him and how sorry I was that I’d left him behind when I’d moved.
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