Page 82 of Where the Blacktop Ends

Because if there’s one thing I am, it’s a man of my word, and tonight, I’m a man set on claiming her.

After I tuck Liam into his bed, Regan curled up next to him like the doting aunt she is, I head for our room in my old house I haven’t slept in in years.

Oursbecause, anywhere I sleep now, belongs to her as much as me.

“Hey,” she says sleepily with a smile playing at the corner of her lips. “Today was fun.”

I move to where her ankles are propped and tug on them, pulling her to the edge of the bed and then tossing her over my shoulder without a second thought.

“Hey!” she shouts laughing nervously. “What are you doing?”

"Taking you outside.” I don’t slow as I stride across the lawn, the rain soaking us instantly, cold and sharp against my overheated skin. The storm swallows the house behind us, its glow fading. Good. I need her out here—away from walls, away from the past. I want to bury myself inside her where no one can hear her scream my name.

“Liam’s going to hear!” she squeals from where she’s hanging, draped over my shoulder.

“That’s why we’re going outside,” I growl back. “I don’t trust the noises you’re going to make.”

It’s a cold and windy night, but somehow still beautiful. The moon is beginning to crest, and I know exactly where I want to take her—right in the cab of my old tractor. The one I grew up driving when my dad couldn’t get out of bed to plow the fields, and my siblings were too young to help. It was where I learned how to drive, to work hard and sacrifice for the good of my family.

I pull us into the barn and climb up into the cab of the big green beast parked near the back. The glass doors block out the sound of the storm that’s raging outside, leaving us in a quiet, intimate space. I position her on my lap, her legs wrapped around me on either side.

"You need this, don’t you?" I murmur, my voice rough as I grind up into her, feeling the unbearable pressure where our bodiesmeet. My cock is so hard it’s almost painful, straining against my jeans, aching to be inside her. To finally claim what’s mine after months of sexual tension.

She bites down on her lip, her eager nod only pushing me closer to the edge.

“Then go on. Take it out.”

Her hands fumble at my zipper before she drags it downward, reaching into the opening and finding me with no boxers on. Her hands grip my base, pulling my cock out before she wraps both fists around my shaft and gives me a few firm, eager pumps.

“Are you on birth control?”

She nods again.

“Good. Because I’m taking you raw.”

I lift her hips and hold them steady as she pushes down her sleep shorts and then hovers over the top of my tip. “Go ahead, Georgia. Ride me the way you’ve been wanting to. But understand—this is it.”

She doesn’t hesitate, sinking down on me as far as she can go, impaling herself in one smooth, slick motion. Her back arches as she lets out a gasp of pleasure, feeling the stretch that I provide. I grip her hips tightly, forcing her down further while I thrust up into her. Her pussy clenches around me, like she can barely handle my width, sending fire through my veins.

“Fuck, Troy,” she breathes, her voice barely more than a whisper in the silent tomb of the tractor cab.

I look down between our laps, watching as she sinks down a little more, completely stretched out around me. “You’re doing so good. One more time, and I’ll be all the way inside.”

She lifts again, and I groan watching my cock come into view, drenched and dripping with her sticky wetness before she swallows me again. When she sinks this time, I’m gone, consumed whole by her pliant pussy, the wet heat and the tight squeeze.

My fingers find her clit, rubbing firm, tight circles, drawing out her pleasure, working her body like I’m breaking in a wild horse as she bucks on top of me wildly. She’s soaked, dripping onto my bare thighs, and I already know I plan on licking every inch of her clean when we’re through tonight.

“Ride me, Georgia,” I command, gripping her tighter, my fingers move to where we’re connected as I shove one inside of her opening despite already being stuffed full of me. It’s a tight fit getting it in, my shaft plus a finger but damn does she like it.

“Fuck, that feels good,” she moans.

“Show me what you’ve been craving. But know this—when I come, I’m coming inside of you. I’m not letting you go.”

“Not letting me go…” she whispers, and I can tell, she still doesn’t get it. Not yet. But she will soon.

My finger that was inside of her retreats and wraps around her backside, finding her ass and spreading her cheeks. I press it gently against her puckered hole. It’s just enough to break the seal down to the first knuckle and she lets out a hiss.

“Relax so I can touch you everywhere. I can’t get enough of your ass and pussy.”

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