Page 117 of Fixing to Be Mine

I glance down at our hands and grin. He’s leaving everything he knows behind to come with me without hesitation.

Before we left this morning, he asked Fenix if she’d feed the horses. She said yes and promised she wouldn’t tell anyone where we were going. I’m building her trust slowly, giving her space, but I do want to help her the best I can.

Outside the window, the horizon tips and lifts as we rise. The light shifts, and big, fluffy clouds float across the sky.

For a while, there’s nothing but the soft pulse of the ascent, the drone of the engines, and the rhythm of our breathing melting into cabin hush.

Colt’s thumb strokes the space between my knuckles as he stares out the window. His fingers trace lazy patterns—a silent reminder he’s still with me. I don’t speak, just watch how his brows draw inward. I love the faint stubble along his chiseled jawline. This man is gorgeous.

I lean over and press a kiss to his shoulder, and he glances at me curiously.

I give his hand a gentle tug and stand, leading him into the private cabin in the back of the jet. Inside is a softly lit bedroom with a low bed and smooth paneling. I close the door behind us and let the silence settle between our bodies.

Colt stands in the middle of the room, his hands at his sides, his chest rising and falling in slow, measured breaths. I step closer, reaching for the hem of his T-shirt. He lets me lift it over his head, his arms rising automatically, like we’ve done this a hundred times. But this time is different.

I smooth my hands over his chest, trailing slowly down the line of his carved abs. His skin is warm under my palms, his muscles like stone. I sink to my knees in front of him, not because I want to tease him, but because I want him to feel what it’s like to be worshipped.

Words catch in his throat, but I shake my head, quieting him.

I look up at him—so quiet, so still, like he’s waiting to be told he’s enough. He doesn’t ask for much, this man. But I want to give him everything.

“I want to make you feel good,” I whisper.

The hum of the jet’s engines is a low and it vibrates through the floor and into my knees. We’re not even touching yet, but he’s already hard, straining against the fabric of his jeans, and I can’t help but lick my lips at the sight of his bulge.

I’m going to make him forget every other blow job he’s ever had. This will be the one he jerks off to for the rest of his life.

I reach up, my fingers trembling with anticipation, and undo his belt. The sound of the buckle clinking is like music to my ears. I yank his pants down just enough to free him, and, fuck, it’s perfect. Thick, veiny, and already leaking pre-cum, like he’s been thinking about this as much as I have.

I wrap my hand around the base, feeling the heat of him and how he pulses in my palm. I lean in, my breath hot against the tip, and flick my tongue out to taste him. Salty, musky, and so damn good. I moan against him, the sound vibrating against his skin, and he groans, his hips jerking forward.

I guide him into my mouth and savor every thick inch. My lips stretch around his girth, and I hollow my cheeks, sucking him deep. I can feel him twitch against my tongue, and I swirl it around the head, teasing the slit before taking him down my throat. I don’t gag, and I don’t stop. I want to taste every inch of him.

My nose brushes against the coarse hair at the base of him, and I breathe him in, his scent filling my lungs. I pull back, dragging my lips along his shaft, and then plunge down again, faster this time. My hand works with my mouth, stroking what I can’t keep inside me unless I don’t want to breathe.

He’s panting now, his hands tangled in my hair, guiding me but being forceful. I love that he lets me take control, allows me to worship him the way he’s always deserved. I bob my head faster, my lips tight around him, my tongue working overtime. I can feel his balls tightening against my chin. I reach down with my free hand and cup them, rolling them gently in my palm. He lets out a strangled moan, his hips bucking uncontrollably.

“Fuck,” he growls. His voice is desperate and raw with need.

I don’t stop. I force him deeper, my throat opening wider. I take my time, feeling his muscles tense, and then he grabs my hair with a tight fist. When he finally explodes, it’s with a guttural cry that sends shivers down my spine. His hot cum floods my mouth, and I swallow it down, not wasting a single drop. I keep sucking until he’s spent, until he’s trembling and gently pushing me away with a shaky hand.

I look up at him, my lips swollen, my chin glistening with spit.

“Welcome to the Mile-High Club, cowboy,” I whisper, my voice hoarse from taking his length so deep.

He looks down at me, completely wrecked, and I can’t help but smile.

Mission accomplished.

My tongue flicks over my lips to savor the salty tang of him. My chest heaves with every ragged breath, the lace of my bra barely containing my tits. He stands over me, tip glistening and twitching like it’s begging for round two. But his hungry eyes say he has other plans.

“My turn,” he growls, his voice gravelly and so damn sexy.

Before I can even think, he’s on me, lifting me to my feet. His hands grip my thighs, spreading them wide, like he’s claiming his territory. My skirt’s already hiked up around my waist, and my soaked panties cling to my pussy like a second skin. He doesn’t bother with foreplay; he rips them off with one swift tug, the fabric tearing like it’s nothing. Colt lays me down on the bed, and I gasp, but it’s drowned out by the sound of his growl as he buries his face between my legs.

His tongue is relentless. It’s like he’s trying to devour me whole, lapping at my slit with a hunger that makes my toes curl. He starts slow, teasing my clit with the tip of his tongue, circling it in tight little spirals that make me whimper. But then he gets serious, his mouth clamping down on me, sucking my clit like it’s the last thing he’ll ever taste. I arch my back, my hands clawing at the sheets, my moans echoing through the cabin.

“Fuck yes,” I pant, my voice trembling. “Just like that. Don’t stop.”

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