Page 26 of My Cowboy Boss
She walks me down the aisle, gripping my hand tightly and there’s a well of love and happy wishes in the pressure of her touch.
When we reach the flower-covered archway where Flint waits, she places my hand in his and whispers she loves me before she takes a seat on the front row beside Wilder and the rest of the brothers.
“My angel in white,” Flint says as I step in front of him.
He’s sexy as hell in his dark suit and cowboy boots. He’s freshly shaved, more handsome today than yesterday and all mine for the rest of our happy-ever-after lives.
The ceremony flies by and we share our first dance as husband and wife. Then I dance with each of his brothers and finally, his father, Gavin.
“I love my son from the depths of my heart,” he says. “And that love includes you, too. So I want you to understand that I consider you my daughter and I’ll support you and fight to hell and back for you any time you need me.”
“Thank you,” I whisper, barely able to speak.
When the dance is over, he leads me back to Flint. We spend hours celebrating with family and friends and then it’s time for us to head off on our honeymoon.
Instead of choosing a fancy resort like the ones where Flint offered for us to stay, I picked a small, cozy treehouse rental in a small town outside of Dallas. I chose it because of the beautiful view and the privacy it offers.
It’s dark when we arrive but the stairs curving around the tree are wide and well-lit. I shoulder our overnight bag as I exit the truck and Flint immediately takes it from me, then scoops me up.
“You’ve had a long day. You need to rest up for an even longer night.”
I laugh as he takes the stairs without any effort at all and manages to hold me aloft while unlocking the door.
Inside the treehouse there’s a living room, a kitchenette and a bedroom with a huge bed. A bottle of wine chills in a bucket of ice and there’s acongratulations on your weddingcard tucked into a vase of wildflowers.
“It’s these kinds of touches that make people feel welcome,” I say.
“I know what would make me feel welcome,” Flint says with a sexy grin.
“And what would that be? Hmm?” I run my finger up the length of his dress shirt, loving how hot he looks in his suit.
“The kind of touch that’s real personal.” He kisses me deeply, as hungry for me as I am for him.
“I can do personal,” I say as I unbuckle his belt and unzip his pants, impatiently pushing them down. I lower myself to my knees at the same time.
“Baby…what are you…ah…” he groans when I pull his underwear to his knees to free his engorged cock.
“Do you need an explanation?” I smirk up at him.
“No, I get the memo,” he says hoarsely.
“Good.” I lean forward and draw him into my mouth.
Flint
Her lips close over the head of my cock and my knees damn near make me hit the floor. She took her hair down in the middle of the trip and now it’s falling around her shoulders. I stretch out my hand and tangle it in the silky threads.
“Take it easy, baby. I want you so badly I don’t know how long I can hold out.”
She draws her lips to the base of my jutting cock and then back to the tip. Her mouth is tight, pulling on my shaft and it’s a battle with myself to keep from shooting off in the blink of an eye.
“You’re making it hard,” I say through gritted teeth.
In response, she winks at me then cups my balls and squeezes them gently.
“Oh…shit...I don’t…I can’t…”
She makes her mouth tighter and tighter and the sensations are just too much. I can’t hold back against the pressure and the warmth. I lose control, filling her mouth with my come. Like they have a mind of their own, my hips work, pumping into her mouth, wanting her to take every drop of me.
