Page 32 of Eight Seconds

Stalking around the engine, his face is darkened with a possessiveness that sets tingles racing up my spine. Without a word, his arm loops around my waist, and he hauls me against him so fast and hard it nearly makes my head spin. Then, his lips descend in a hungry, heated kiss. It claims and covets at the same time, his talented tongue sweeping against mine, coaxing me to stroke in response. Wilder slides his other hand against the back of my head, cradling me while angling me exactly where he wants so he can deepen the kiss. I moan at the way he devours me a moment more before pulling back, dragging my bottom lip between his own, a satisfied growl leaving him.

“The only way I’m ever going to drink whiskey is from the taste it leaves on your lips.” Wilder licks his lips, as though savoring the singular shot I had back at the bar. He holds me tighter, his hardness pressing into my hip. “Fuck,” he groans when I rub a little against it. He pulls my hat from my head and spins me around, slapping my ass. “Get inside, baby. ’Bout to show you how damn jealous I was. I’ve been hard since the moment this beautiful ass sat down on the damn bull.”

I enter the door code on the keypad lock and head up the stairs to the room we’re staying in, anticipation and arousal thrumming through my blood. Wilder’s boots on the stairs behind me sound like equal parts punishment and reward I’m about to be on the receiving end of after my riding antics. I knew giving a little show on the bull would win me a higher score, but knowing it would also entice the hell out of my cowboy was an added bonus. Even if my panties are damn near ruined from the anticipation of what’s to come. Those thoughts make the climb to the bedroom unintentionally tortuous.

Once inside our darkened room, I pull my boots off and turn on the bedside light. Its dull, warm light is enough to keep things from appearing only as shadows, but it keeps the space cocooned in a healthy dose of nighttime magic and mystery. I hear the door close and turn to see Wilder leaning against it, looking like a predator stalking his prey. I swallow thickly, squaring my shoulders and focusing on something other than the pulse throbbing between my legs at the sight of him.

“That’s my hat you’re wearing, Cowboy.” I arch an eyebrow to tease. “You know the rule.”

His eyes drift to the rim of the black Stetson before darkening when they lock back on mine. His fingers undo the top button of his shirt, smiling devilishly. My heartbeat kicks up at the flash of tan skin.

“Would you look at that?” There’s no humor in his tone, just deep desire as his fingers continue to release buttons from where they’ve strained against his chest. He peels the shirt off, reaching a hand to pull my hat further down on his head, shielding half his face. Just the smirk that pulls at the corner of his mouth is visible as he growls, “How do you want me, baby?”

It takes only a moment to clear the dryness from my mouth at the tempting sight of Wilder’s lean muscles. The idea of getting to do what I want with this man ignites the basest parts of my brain, but I don’t want to hesitate or second guess myself. I love Wilder. I trust him. Anything that happens tonight will be done with those two things at the core.

“I want you on the bed.” I gesture to the downy comforter next to me. He takes one step forward before I hold my hand up. “Naked.”

The laugh that ripples out of him rolls with dark amusement, but he tosses my hat onto the dresser and removes the rest of his clothes in an efficient way that tells me he’s just as excited as I am. The blue of his eyes catches in the light when he looks up at me, completely naked, with his hard cock pointing in the direction he walks. With more grace than I expect, he crawls up the bed, leaning against the pillows, and waits. I walk to the foot of the bed, looking up at him as he settles his legs comfortably spread apart. Never looking away, I reach under the skirt of my dress and slide my panties down my legs. Wilder’s eyes track my movement, the blue irises overtaken by dark pupils, blowing wide with interest. He stirs when I grip the hem of my dress and drag it over my head, leaving me bare before him.

“You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen.” Wilder’s breath hitches, and I can see he aches to make a move toward me. Instead, he licks his lips and smiles with tenderness around his words. My whole body blushes under the sincerity, and I set a knee on the bed. He reaches his hands out for me as I stalk up the mattress, between his legs, spurred on by his visible hunger. But I don’t let him hold me, stopping when I put my hands on the muscle of his upper thighs, his hard cock jumping at my proximity. “Charlie.”

“You sound a little desperate, handsome,” I reply to the plea of my name, hovering just outside his reach. He drops his arms when I trace my fingers along the definitive crease at his hips, his Adonis belt soft, beckoning me to explore. I follow my curiosity with my lips, planting kisses up and down before rewarding his pained groans by sucking a mark into the sensitive place next to the base of his cock. I lean back on my knees, humming satisfactorily at the deep red spot that will turn into a bruise by morning. “There,” I say, pressing one more quick kiss to my work, intentionally ignoring the way Wilder’s cock practically pulses to be paid attention to. “Now you’re mine.”

“Wouldn’t want to belong to anyone else,” Wilder says, and I lay between his legs.

“Good,” I reply, reaching a hand up to wrap around his cock. Wilder releases a long, suffering sigh, the relief so immense, precum dribbles from his slit when I pump his shaft. It begins to roll down the side, the clear bead flowing over the ridge of the mushroom head and suspending for a moment. I catch it with my tongue, licking a wide stripe to the source, the salty flavor bursting in my mouth. Wilder gives an involuntary thrust when I seal my lips over his tip, slipping him deeper.

“Oh, shit!” Wilder exclaims apologetically, drawing himself back to the mattress. “Baby, you— What are you doing?” Desire conflicts with concern when I give chase, sliding further down his cock. He’s hot and heavy against my tongue, and I hum contentedly when I draw him as far as I can without gagging, hollowing my cheeks to suck as I pull back up and look at him. I swirl my tongue around the highly sensitive glans, empowered when his eyes roll into the back of his head. I repeat my actions, bobbing diligently to the sounds of pleasure he makes.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he chants, the word morphing from a curse to a prayer, as I cradle his sac with one hand and balance with the other. Slowly, carefully, I let one finger slip behind them, stroking at the soft skin. I’m rewarded with a long groan and Wilder’s knees bending slightly as he plants his feet flat on the mattress. “If you don’t want me to fuck your face, baby, you better stop me right now,” he warns. I flick my eyes up to his and settle both hands under him, pulling my knees under me to kneel over him and wait. “Jesus, you’re so damn perfect with my cock in your mouth.”

He leans forward just enough to finally wrap his fist in my hair, holding me in place as he begins thrusting as deep and fast as he can. I open wide, aware of keeping my teeth covered as he fucks my mouth. I can barely keep up with dragging my lips along him as he pumps, thick saliva making it smooth and messy. I love seeing him like this: raw and near feral with need. He’s using me for his pleasure, and that thought has me reaching between my legs to where I’ve ignored the pulsing of my clit.

“No,” Wilder commands, just at my fingers start a delicious swirling around the engorged bud. He pulls out of my mouth, dropping my hair and hauling me up his body by my arms. I squeak with the suddenness, but moan when I realize I can slide along his slippery cock. “That pretty pussy is mine, baby.I’mthe one that makes it come. With either my mouth, my fingers, or this cock—Iget to do it. Understand?”

I nod, slowly working my hips back and forth, losing myself to him rubbing against my clit.

“Good girl,” Wilder murmurs, but stills my movement with a strong squeeze on my hips. Unaware I had closed them, my eyes pop open. “I’m dying to bury myself inside you, but we need to grab a condom, baby.”

“My blood panel came back negative after the clinic,” I say, just as he begins to lift me off him. He freezes, then sits more upright, cuddling me until we’re nose to nose. There’s a question in his eyes, and I run my fingers through his thick, dirty-blonde hair. “I might have asked them to check. Just in case.”

“I start every rodeo season with a full physical,” Wilder starts, kissing my cheek on one side and then the other. “I came back negative. I’ve only been with you.” He kisses my nose and laughs when he sees the surprise playing across my face. Before I can ask why, he gives me a shrug. “I didn’t want anyone but you from that first night.”

My heart explodes with love and trust and a million other feelings I can’t articulate. I surge forward, meeting Wilder in the middle of the small space between us to kiss him, long and deep. His lips perfectly match mine, moving in sync and making me fall even deeper than I already have. We break apart, panting, and I whisper one more confession.

“I’ve never done this before.”

“Neither have I,” he tells me, tucking my wild hair behind my ears, brushing it carefully off my face before holding me between his hands. “But I wouldn’t want to, with anyone else.”

I nod, and Wilder slides me back down his body until he notches at my entrance. I lift onto my knees, reaching underneath me to grip the base of his cock and hold him in place as, inch by inch, I slip him inside. We hold each other’s gaze, and it’s almost too much to bear when coupled with the fullness of having him inside me. When my thighs finally rest on top of his, I exhale.

“You feel bigger like this,” I admit, giving my hips an experimental wiggle that rubs my clit against his pubic bone and the coarse hair there. I curl my nails into his chest, where I’ve rested my hands to keep myself steady. “Holy fuck, Wild. That feels so good.” I do it again, and he hits every sensitive spot with ease. “I don’t think I’m going to last like this.”

“I sure as fuck won’t.” I can hear the restraint in his voice, see how he’s barely keeping it together as I begin to pick up my pace. Rising and falling as I ride him, gliding forward just a little when I bottom out to feel that delicious friction against my bundle of nerves. Wilder’s neck is tense, and his fingertips press into my skin hard enough to leave bruises. He stabilizes me and guides me in equal measure, his own hips snapping up every few strokes to add an unexpected depth, brushing against a place I’ve never reached before. “Charlie, the idea of coming in this tight little pussy without anything to stop me is—God, fuck.” Wilder breaks off when I take advantage of his help and begin to circle my clit with a finger. It makes my inner walls squeeze tighter as my orgasm comes racing toward me. “Do that again, baby and I’m going to fill you to the brim. Come so deep, it will be dripping out of you in the morning.”

“Yes,” I moan, the coil deep in my belly, ready to snap. “That’s what I want. I want to feel you come inside me.”

My command seems to be our undoing. Wilder doubles his efforts, fully taking control and bouncing me up and down at the speed he likes. Coupled with my own efforts, it’s almost overwhelming, and then Wilder thickens impossibly inside me just as my walls flutter uncontrollably. With shouts that ricochet against the pine walls, we come together. I feel the heat of his cum spilling inside me as I contract around his throbbing cock, pulling as much of his release out of him as I can.

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