Page 22 of Ash on the Range
“Like this?” he murmured, brushing his mouth over mine, his hips flexing slightly.
“Just like that,” I whispered as he began to move.
And then I couldn't talk, not at all, and when he kissed me and didn’t stop, I didn't try to. Will made love to me under the fall Montana sun, letting me wrap my legs around his thighs, cradling me in his arms as I arched and came around him. He never stopped and he never rushed us. And he never let me rush him, no matter how I dug my nails into his back or my heels into his ass, tilting my hips upward and silently begging for more.
I didn’t know how many times I came around him, only that our bodies were covered in a sheen of sweat that pooled between us. His hold on me never wavered, and his kisses never stopped.Finally, the sensations became too much. I flung my head back, breaking the kiss as the next orgasm rent something deep inside me. My scream echoed back off the mountainside at us, and Will’s arms tightened around me.
“Fuck honey. That’s a beautiful sight.” I came down from my Will-induced high to find him staring down at me, absolutely still for the first time. “Can you do that for me one more time?”
I stared up at him, his face dark, then realized how dark it had become around us. Clouds set in behind him and a cool breeze brushed my overheated face in the lightest kiss.
“Once more,” I breathed, unable to promise him anything else just then.
He watched me for a moment longer, leaned down to kiss my swollen lips and caught my knee, lifting it over his shoulder. One hand braced behind my head, the other cupped the back of my neck as he flexed his hips deep, snapping them at the end of his thrust. A yelp tore from me that I didn’t think I’d be able to give after the magnitude of my last orgasm, and a groan echoed above me.
“Gonna be rough and fast, okay honey?” Will warned me, his eyes as wild as the sky above us.
I nodded, gripping his biceps tight, unable to close my hands around them.
That was all the permission he needed, driving his hips forward until my cries filled the cliff line, and my throat turned raw. But I couldn’t look away from the man above me as I clung to him. His eyes locked onto mine, refusing to look away as he thrust deep inside me, once more and again, touching some part of me so hidden I didn't think I'd ever be able to find it. Some part of me that was made for him.
I screamed again as my body tightened around his, drawing him deeper, vaguely away from Will's shout as came with me, both of us lost and tumbling endlessly, but together.
And then we were holding each other, wrapped around each other's bodies. I let out a sob into his chest as he stroked my hair.
“Christ, it took too long for us to be together.” Will buried his face in my hair. “I’m sorry, Cassie. That should have happened sooner.”
I wanted to slap him but I was too tired. “You wore me out,” I accused him softly, curling into the space he made for me between his arms, against his heart. “I’m?—”
“Perfect,” he whispered, kissing me so tenderly that I swore my heart shattered and reformed all at once.
CHAPTER NINE
WILL
Cassie curled next to me in the truck on the way back to the big house. We tried a few more places after a late lunch—a really late lunch. My knees ached and a few more things, though the benefits of our marathon lovemaking session far outweighed the cons in my book. I hoped she felt the same way, and from how she leaned onto my side, my jacket draped over her tiny, curved body, I figured I got that part right, at least. I’d never forget theway she looked, arching beneath me all spread out and flushed as she came again and again.
We tried to find our clothes afterward, but not everything turned up the way it should have. Her bra remained AWOL no matter how hard we searched and her white tee that I loved? It suddenly seemed like a not so great idea because while it showcased her curves—allof her curves to me without the bars underneath., I could see the outline of her nipples that I had toyed with for the last hours and I didn't want any other man’s eyes on them.
So I was kinda glad when the weather closed in and Cassie accepted my jacket, wrapping her up tight. My hands still wandered, but that body of hers I planned upon worshiping plenty of the days he had left? That was for my view alone. Gage might have different views on the matter with his wife and their relationship, but Cass was my girl, I wanted her to myself.
And with the rodeo boys rolling in from after dusk last night to before dawn this morning in their typical style, I didn't doubt there would be plenty of eyes on Cassie, especially ones who knew her.
My arm around her shoulder tightened. I didn’t doubt she was it for me, or even me for her. But I’d heard the doubt in her voice when I talked about the distance between Jude and Natalie, and that hit something deep in my gut.Hard.
“Hey, so after the rodeo, I’ve got a few more weeks of work here, then I can take you back to school if you like. At Montana U. If you’re up for another road trip?” I swallowed back the bile that rose in my throat at the thought of leaving her there. Maybe I could get some work at a ranch nearby, but that would clash with the rodeo circuit's start dates and then I’d be out for a full season. In the last few years, I’d never missed a season. Not that I won much money, but sponsorships and earning a name got me paid just enough to keep going and…
Hell.
I rubbed my knuckles across the back of my neck. Who was I kidding? I had nothing to offer a girl like Cassie who came from money and had dreams of her own.
She stiffened beneath my arm and I knew straight away I'd said the wrong thing. “I didn’t want to think about leaving,” she mumbled into the collar of my jacket.
I hugged her tight to my side. “Forget I said anything. I don’t want to rush this with us,” I reassured her. Or tried to.
Her laugh came out hollow, and no amount of leather between her and me could disguise that. “Well, we took over a month to get it on. How much slower could we actually take it?” The dose of scorn in her voice left my jaw tweaking.
I gripped the steering wheel hard enough for the rubber to squeak. “I mean, we could have left it for a—” I closed my mouth with a snap. No way could I tell her that I’d imagined her dressed in something else white and lacy looking at the outdoor chapel behind Red Hart where Travis and Rachel were married. Another couple who spent time apart because Rachel had her own vet’s practice and Travis ran Red Hart. I pulled the truck up and pressed my lips fiercely to Cassie’s temple, turning her to face me.
