Page 42 of Spurred On

When Ava returns to the front door, I take her small hand in mine, intertwining our fingers, and walk us to the truck. I open the passenger door for her, and she hops in. We back out of the drive, and I can't help but notice how much better my truck looks when she’s in it.

Reaching my hand across the console, I lace our fingers together, desperate to always be in contact with her soft skin. “Alright, where are you taking me?” she asks.

Giving her hand a quick squeeze, I shoot her a smile. “You’ll see when we get there. You just sit pretty, and I’ll take the rest.”

She rolls her eyes but relaxes back into the seat. “Whatever you say, cowboy.”

When we pull up to the entrance of the meadow, she straightens in her seat and looks around. I can’t blame her for perking up at the sight. It’s beautiful. The flowers have bloomed, leaving little bits of color all around, and the wild grass is growing green and tall, but not so long that we can’t enjoy a picnic. She looks over at me, the furrow in her delicate features tells me she’s trying to figure out what I’ve planned.

“Because I know the anticipation is killing you, I packed us a little picnic and have some Wyoming stargazing planned.”

“Seriously?” I almost feel a bit offended at the look of utter shock on her face.

“What are you saying? That you didn’t think I could be romantic?” The look she sends me before I even finish my sentence answers my question. “Baby, I could romance you all day long.”

Her eyes brighten as a playful smile dances on her lips. “Oh, so you packed this whole thing yourself?” She nods to the picnic basket sitting between us.

“Okay, small confession,” I hold up my finger, “I did outsource the picnic portion, but the original idea was mine. Give a man some credit.”

We arrive at the center of the meadow that overlooks the mountainside. It’s one of my favorite places on earth with its views. The snow-crested mountain peaks never get old. I set up a dining station as the sun starts to set. Wanting this to be the best picnic ever, I went a little overboard. A blow-up mattress covered in blanketsso we don’t have to lay on my hard, metal truck bed and a lantern for some extra light just in case.

We take our seats and dive into the food. Ava has her legs tucked under her. She dips a strawberry into the whipped cream as she looks around, wisps of her blonde hair blowing over her shoulder. The summer breeze spreads hints of the sweet smell of bluebells. The sun starts to dip down beneath the mountain peaks. Everything about this night is perfect, especially who I am spending it with. Seeing that gentle smile on her face, free of worry and stress—this is exactly what our first date should have been. Night falls quickly up here, the stars start shining their light down on us.

As we look up at the stars, I can't remember a time when I felt like this. So completely enraptured with someone. Happy and truly content. I’ve chased this feeling my whole life, thinking I would find it in rodeo. But no, I found it in her. I turn my head to look at Ava, and she’s completely transfixed by how beautiful a clear Wyoming sky is, while I’m completely transfixed by her.

She must feel my stare because she turns her head toward me. I study her beautiful face, the moon providing just enough light to see the details of her features. From the smattering of freckles across her nose to the dark spot in her left iris, she is exquisite. A flush rises in her cheeks the longer I watch her. My eyes drop to the fullness of her pouty mouth, and I’m overcome with the need to taste her lips.

Cupping my hand under her chin, I bring her face a little closer. I lean down and capture her lips with mine, kissing her slowly and savoring the taste of strawberries and cream that comes off her lips. My hands thread in the back of her hair. Her hand fists at my button-up shirt.

The air mattress underneath us dips as she rolls over and straddles me. God, she looks perfect from this view. My hands glide up and grab her waist; she leans back down, and her kiss is instantly demanding. My hands wander down to her tight ass, and I squeeze the second I get a handful. Her hips start grinding against me, no doubt feeling the evidence of what she does to me. All intentions I had of a sweet evening come to an end because when it comes to Ava, I have no control. I never have.

My hands pull at the hem of her blue shirt, and I lift it over her head. The view of her tits in the thin lace bra snap my composure. My hands roam up and she meets them halfway as she guides them to her tits. I squeeze and the moan that escapes her has my cock throbbing. My hands wrap under her and I roll, pinning her underneath me.

“Fuck, did you wear that for me?” My thumb grazes against the soft lace, causing her to arch into my touch.

“Do you like it?” she asks, looking up at me with doe eyes, and fuck, if she isn’t the sexiest thing I’ve ever laid eyes on.

“I like you in anything, sweetheart.” Or nothing. I really enjoy her in nothing.

“Then you’re really going to like your next surprise,” she taunts.

Ava gently pushes my chest, causing me to sit back on my heels as she unbuttons her jeans. Feeling too damn wound up to sit here and not touch her, I grab the top of them and help pull them down her legs. I sit perfectly in front of her bent knees, and as she drops them to each side, I let out a hoarse breath.

“Holy fuck.” Between her sweet little thighs is a sexy, tiny pair of crotchless panties. Providing me with a front row seat to admire her dripping wet little cunt. I could die right now and be a happy man.

All of the ways I want to fuck her roll through my head, I wish I could do it all at once because I feel like I am going to explode out of my damn skin.

“Are you just going to sit there and stare?” she challenges.

Her words snap me back. The sass in her tone makes me want to remind her who’s in charge of her pleasure.

With my eyes locked on hers, I drag my finger across her open slit and lean in, her scent enveloping me and I find myself salivating, ready to devour her.

“Why, baby? Do you need me to stretch this tight little cunt?” I plunge one finger in, and my eyes roll, feeling the wetness coating my finger. Pulling my finger out just to add another, I plunge again until her wordless moans echo through the mountainside. I love hearing her get loud for me. When her mind finally lets go and gives in to me and the pleasure only I can provide.

“Fuck me, Mav.” Her wildly lit eyes meet mine, pupils dilated. She holds onto my shoulders, her grip tight enough to leave a bruise.

Leaning forward, I whisper into her ear, “Not until you beg for it.” She snaps her legs together in defiance.

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