Page 69 of Rough and Rugged

“Oh hell, honey I.... wait one second. Don’t move.”

A hysterical laugh bubbles to the surface, but I smack a hand to my mouth. It still titters behind my hand as I watch his bare behind dart inside. A vision of me biting the toned flesh, leaving my teeth marks, makes me laugh harder. What is going on with me? How can I sit here and ogle him?

I consider disobeying him and getting the hell out of here before he comes bounding up to my jeep. He has a button-down flannel and a pair of jeans on, and somehow, it’s even hotter. His shirt hangs open, flashing his wet chest and I can smell his clean soap smell. Glancing down, I almost swallow my tongue when I see his jeans undone as well, his thickness pushing at the zipper, a thatch of dark hair peeking out.

“Becker, I did not mean to... to catch you in... in... I mean, this way.”

“Calm down, honey. What is wrong?”

“Wh-what? N-no, nothing, nothing is wrong. I just... I made bread for you, Becker. I was rude the other day, so I wanted to make it up to you.”

Stunning me, he moves fast, pinning me against the front end of the jeep. His warmth seeps through my thin dress, and I almost swoon. God, he smells so good. As his bare chest rubs against mine, I bite my bottom lip to stifle a moan. It does not work, the sound loud in the quiet between us.

“Oh, Bria, you were never rude to me,” he hums, his hand coming to cup my jaw, startling me. “Honey, you came up the mountain to bring me bread? Because I was late coming. Were you worried I might stay away?”

In that quiet between us, I gather some strength somehow. Tipping my head back, I nod. Sighing, he tugs me closer, until there is no room at all between us. His thumb brushes at my lip, pulling at it to free it from my teeth. A little sound comes out of him, and I immediately crave more of it.

“Nothing could keep me away, Bria. Don’t you know that?”

Shaking my head, I go soft in his embrace, letting myself indulge. I even press the hand not holding the basket of bread to his bare chest. He gives me that sound again and I love it. My splayed fingers on his chest moves to trace the lines of his tattoo curiously.

“N-no. No, Ido notknow that. You were not there this morning and I... I figured I was rude the last time you were at the shop. I was flustered. I get that way a lot,“ I lie as I become fascinated by his warm, corded skin beneath my hands.

“Little liar,” he whispers, a teasing smile at his perfect mouth.

“What? I am not... I never lie to you!”

“Don’t you, honey? Don’t we both? Every single time I’m in that sweet smelling bakery, we lie to one another. Little tired of the lies, darlin’.”

Blinking up at him, I am most definitely flustered. There is no lie there. As our gazes’ lock, I know what he means. We lie he comes there for the bread. That I make bread special for him because I love baking. I do, of course. My love of baking has nothing to do with the bread I make him or why I came to his cabin this morning.

Becker is right—it is time we both stopped lying.

Chapter Four

Becker

Iamgettingoutof my own damn way.

Plan was to go to the bakery this morning intending to sweep Bria off her cute little feet. Throw her curvy body over my shoulder to get her here and breed her before I put a ring on her finger. I spent last night sitting outside her place, thinking about having her in my bed, having her beneath me, being deep inside of her.

No sooner had I gotten here and showered, and she’s at my front door with a treat. Bria did not come all this way to bring me some damn bread. In the gray shimmer of the morning, I see it in her pretty eyes. How I missed it for all this time, I’m not sure. Damned if it’s not shining in her eyes as she presses her soft body against mine in need.

“Little tired of the lies, darlin’,” I rasp as her full tits rub against my chest, her stiff nipples making my dick leap as if they’re talking to him.

“Lies? Youdon’tlove my bread, Becker?”

Her teeth sink into her plump lower lip, and I groan. My hands grasp her hips to haul her against me hard. Bria gives a soft little gasp as my cock notches between her thick thighs, showing how hard I am for her, how turned I am by her breathing, her scent, and the shimmer in her eyes showing me she wants me too. And that cute, sassy fucking mouth of hers.

“Oh, honey, Iloveyour bread.All day, Bria, I think about you baking, about you feeding me that sweet walnut bread you make. Sitting on my lap, in your cute pink apron,” I pause, waiting a beat to see if she is with me. Seeing she is, her chest heaving, her pupils huge, her thighs trembling, I go on. “Full of me, full ofmy cum, begging to be bred by me.”

“Oh,” her pink mouth forms an‘o’as her cheeks flush.

Grinning, I lower my head, brushing my lips over the heated flesh. Bria sighs, tilting her head back. My fingers sink into her hips, and I lift her atop her jeep. Watching her eyes, I grasp her knees, pushing them open. That little gasp comes again, but she wants this too.

Taking the basket from her, I set it beside her. Still holding her gaze, speaking without words, I slide my hands up her thighs, beneath the skirt of her dress. Bria watches me as my fingertips hook in her lace panties. I pause before she nods, even lifting her hips, granting me permission.

“Do you ever think it too, honey? Me deep inside you, getting my seed where it belongs. Getting my woman bred so the entire world knows she’s mine. Do you ever think about me filling you with my tongue and my fingersandmy cock?”

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