Page 61 of Live, Ranch, Love

“Fuck, Aurora, you feel so good,” he breathes into my neck.

Wyatt picks up the pace, pleasure building inside of me at the combination of his cock and the vibrator—

Then he abruptly lifts himself up, dropping the vibrator.

He holds up a finger when I go to protest. “Patience, Princess.”

I bite down on my grin. Wyatt narrows his eyes, then grabs a pillow and props it under my hips. He settles my legs on each of his shoulders and grabs the vibrator, resuming in the same spot. Raising his brows at me in silent question at the positioning of the vibrator, Wyatt awaits my nod. When he receives it, he grabs my hip and plunges into me again, both of us swearing in response. At how deep and intense it feels.

The new angle coupled with the vibrator brings me desperately close, the prospect of release rising as Wyatt’s thrusts get quicker. Rougher. I dig my nails into his back, scratching down. He wraps his hand around my neck, leaning over me further so that he’s fucking me harder and deeper than I thought possible.

My head feels light, all sensation in my body rushing down to my clit. I lose all awareness of time. I can’t even think.

All I can focus on is my cresting orgasm and then I’m suddenly crying out, calling his name like it’s the only thing that matters.

“Fuck, you’re so beautiful when you come, Aurora.”

The stars haven’t even left my vision when Wyatt flips me over onto all fours and slides back inside of me, my body tightening from the intense pleasure of being filled by him again. Fuck, it’s such a good angle, I can’t help but arch my back to take more of him.

I’m lost in every stroke of pleasure rocketing through me, forcing myself back onto his cock to meet every one of his thrusts.

“Yes, Princess, that’s a good girl. Take what you need.”

My body shakes, lapping up the praise. Wyatt’s thrusts get messier, and he fists my hair, body slapping against mine until he’s groaning from the release of his own orgasm, sheathing himself to the hilt with one last thrust.

He leaves a trail of kisses along my shoulder as he pulls away, letting me flop down against the bed, head spinning, not quite able to comprehend the last hour.

Wyatt bloody Hensley.

Falling for Wyatt was not the plan. Albeit he’s the painfully hot, brooding rancher who knows exactly how to get under my skin. And make me come harder than I ever have before. Twice.

Forget the fact that we’re supposed to be keeping things professional to avoid any awkwardness when working together. The real problem is that he lives here, in Willow Ridge, where he told me he wants to stay, and I will eventually have to go back home, to England. I know the retreat will keep me here, but that’s indefinitely, and who knows if its success will be long-term.

I realise I’ve been in my head for far too long when Wyatt is suddenly lying on the bed next to me, pulling me over so my head is on his chest. I freeze in his arms at first but quickly melt into him, relishing in the way my body seems to curve so perfectly to his. His heart is rattling in his chest still. Because of me.

And so is mine.

Maybe, just for tonight, we can pretend the future doesn’t exist.

“That was…” I breathe out.

“Incredible,” he finishes, fingers pulsing against my skin.

“Yeah… I know you only live like literally two seconds away but, you can stay, if you’d like.” I twist around and meet his smile. It’s not his usual smirk or smug grin when he’s trying to rile me up, instead, it’s a soft curve that almost suggests relief.

God, I can’t get over the way he watches me so devotedly.

“I would. If that’s what you want too?” Wyatt asks in a more hushed version of his usual deep voice.

“Definitely.” I snuggle back into him, squeezing tight.

Wyatt’s arms wrap all the way round me, and he traces lazy circles on my back. It feels so warm and safe to be enveloped in him and that familiar leather and pinewood scent. I can’t imagine I smell anything as nice, some of my hair plastered to my face with perspiration.

“Although, I also want to shower before I sleep, so you’ll have to entertain yourself for a little while.”

“Probably a good idea. I didn’t want to say anything but…” He grins, bringing a hand up to cover his nose and stifle his laugh.

“Um, rude.” I jab him hard and push away, kneeling on the bed, hands on my hips. “Is that what this is gonna be like now? You fuck me senseless and then insult me?”

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