Page 179 of The Friend Situation

Carlee parks the side-by-side in front of a tall red barn.

She smiles at me as I fall in line beside her. “Can you horseback ride?”

I meet her gaze. “Yes, I’ve playeda lotof polo in my life.”

“How did I not know that? You should consider rescinding my Calloway crown,” Carlee remarks, her tone teasing.

“It might be permanently attached at this point,” I say, glancing at the top of her head, almost envisioning the jewels adorning it. Diamonds and emeralds for my girl.

We walk toward the barn, and she intertwines her fingers with mine. A light breeze blows, sending strands of her hair dancing in the wind. She leads me into a room filled with Western saddles and colorful pads. The air is rich with the scent of leather and fresh hay and dirt.

Carlee moves past me to grab a rope from the wall. Her perfect ass, in those tight jeans, grazes against my cock.

“Still playing games?” she asks, returning to me.

“Have been for a while, gorgeous. You know that,” I respond, my lips hovering close to hers. “Are you ready to give up the chase?”

“Not sure,” she replies, a spark of determination in her voice.

The early morning sunlight streams through the slats above, casting warm rays throughout the room.

“Soon though?” I whisper, gently tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear.

She blinks at me challengingly, then smiles sweetly, stirring something deep within me. My hands rest on her waist, and my mouth finds hers.

“Yes, soon,” she whispers. Her tongue slips into my mouth.

She’s so fucking greedy for me.

I lean her against the saddle rack and sink to my knees before her. My hands glide to the button of her jeans, and I unzip them. With my fingers tucked in the waistline, I slide the material down to her ankles, making sure her panties go too.

“Give me that pretty little pussy.” It comes out deep and husky.

Carlee leans back, resting her elbows against the saddle rack to steady herself better. I dive my tongue inside her, savoring the desperate gasps that escape her lips. She grinds against my face as I flick my tongue gently across her swollen clit.

“Wes,” she whispers when I slide a finger deep into her cunt.

She’s so fucking wet for me already. It feels religious, being here, worshipping every inch of her. I should, though. She saved me from the hell I had been living in.

Just as her body begins to seize, I pull away.

“No, no, no, you’re not coming yet,” I growl, my eyes darkening with desire. “Too soon.”

It’s an exhilarating game of cat and mouse with her, where we constantly switch between predator and prey.

“You always know what I like,” she hisses breathlessly, suspended in time with her back arched and mouth open.

With just a flick of my tongue, I could bring her to the brink and have her crumbling.

My gorgeous girl wants to come so badly. I can see everymuscle clenched, including that cute little cunt. I kiss the insides of her thigh, relishing in her intoxicating scent and taste.

“I’m in love with you,” she confesses, her voice nearly ragged.

I feel as if I’m dreaming. I stand to meet her gaze, and a smile touches my lips. “What did you say?”

She’s breathless, nearly frantic. “I’m in love with you, Wes. I don’t know how this happened. I realized it last night and then again this morning and?—”

Our lips crash together.

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