Page 68 of New in Town

His hands hold her hips in place, strong and commanding. She is going to come from his possessiveness alone. It is so sexy, not hiding behind an arrangement anymore.

She drags her hand through his hair, rocking her hips and grinding on his face. She is bold with him,herGrey. “Oh my god, yes.Grey,” she moans, feeling her cum drip over him.

“Go bend over the arm of the couch,” he instructs, straightening and kicking off his shoes.

Her heels click across the wood floor as she obeys. She waits, listening to him undo his belt and zipper as he strides closer. She listens as he walks past her to the bedroom, understanding when she hears foil tearing followed by the sound of pants being stripped to the floor.

The anticipation is sweet, trying to guess where he is based on what she hears. Awaiting his touch once again, she squirms against the couch, her heels causing her back end to lift in a way she knows he will enjoy.

When his hand connects with her ass, she yelps from the surprise and pleasure. He leans over her, brushing her hair to the side and kissing her shoulder softly. Devilish and sweet, always the perfect combination.

“Tell me you’re mine,” his deep voice rumbles against her skin.

“I’m yours. All of me, everything is yours, Grey,” she pants.

“Then let’s get you to come again, sweetheart.”

The pressure of his body leaves her back and then his fingers are gripping her ass. In one swift motion, he plunges his cock into her. A gasp escapes her from the sudden fullness of him, the way her walls stretch around him.

Burying himself to the hilt, a moan escapes him. She squirms against him in response, loving the way he lets go with her. He withdraws himself just to pull her all the way against him once again, moving to find the rhythm he wants now.

She whimpers and moans with the way he consumes her, heat licking up her spine. Her body slams against the couch with his thrusts now, moving more urgently together. Her vision blurs until all she knows is the feeling of him inside her.

He must sense how close she is, the way she trembles on his cock. Spurring her on, his voice breaks through her cries of pleasure. “Come on, give me another one.”

Her fingers clutch the couch cushion, grasping for purchase as her orgasm flows through her.

“There it is. Fuck, Maddie. My good girl coming on my cock,” he moans as he shudders his own release, holding her tight against him.

He runs his hands along the curve of her, a soothing touch where her cheeks are reddening from those hands moments ago. He pulls out and flips her so she’s sitting on the sofa arm now. She’s well and spent, leaning against his chest as he wraps his arms around her.

The only light in the cottage is from the moon streaming in, casting a glow across their intertwined bodies. He drops his head and presses a kiss in her hair. “I don’t care what’s being celebrated outside. I feel like the luckiest damn man in the world today,” he whispers.

Her heart aches that she made him wade through her rules while she struggled to admit what she knew all along. That she is the lucky one.

32

GREY

Bullet thunders across the pasture, the breeze whipping past them at this pace. Grey can hear the rumble of more hooves close behind. A smile tugs at his lips at the sound. The sound of his team.

It is a cloudy day, the cover blocking the fading light. The shadow of the stables stretches over the corral as they slow into the space. He dismounts and adjusts his chaps when his boots hit the ground.

Leading Bullet inside, he turns to watch the others coming in. Since taking the team lead position, he’s felt more connected to this place and these people than ever before. Something he wouldn’t have guessed was possible.

He gets to work untacking the bridle first before moving to the saddle. The steps are second nature to him, and he walks through them methodically. With Bullet ready, he lets him back out to the corral to get water and join the other horses before the wranglers bring them all in.

“Remember, I’m not around tomorrow,” he tells Wyatt on his way out.

“Hope it’s for a fun reason, man. You deserve a break. We got things,” his friend replies, patting him on the back.

He nods before turning and making his way up to the cottage. In the evening light, he can see the glow from inside like a beacon calling him home. He doesn’t need to whistle for Pippa, she knows the routine these days, too.

With his trusted dog at his side, he crosses his front porch and steps inside. He can feel the smile spread across his face as he removes his hat and hangs it by the door. This view at the end of the day will never get old.

Maddie leans over the back of the couch and smiles up at him. She typically beats him home from the clinic and as usual, she already showered and changed into one of his sweatshirts. He catches her chin in his hand and greets her with a kiss.

“Hi, sweetheart,” he says against her lips.

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