Page 24 of Trig
Trig couldn’t stop looking at me. Touching me. Keeping me close to his side so his brothers didn’t get their hands on me. They were all over the top excited to see me. It was crazy.
They left before dark, riding off on their snowmobiles to different directions around the ranch.
Not thirty seconds after the back door was closed and locked behind them all, Trig tossed me over his shoulder and was on his way upstairs.
“Trig!” she cried, pounding on his back. “What are you doing?”
“Carrying you toourbedroom. Reminding you you’re mine. Not my brothers’.”
He dropped me onto the bed, then followed me down. Kissed me. Then kept right on going.
“I don’t want to kiss any of your brothers,” I said when his mouth moved along my jaw and to my neck. I tipped my head to give him better access.
He grunted. “You better not.”
I couldn’t help but laugh, but it turned into a moan when he pushed my shirt up and over my breasts.
“Fuck,” he muttered, eyeing me. Skilled fingers went to the front closure of my bra and flicked it open. My breasts were a little too big for my size and they spilled free. “Fuck.”
Then he lowered his head and took one nipple into his mouth. Sucked. Hard. His beard was scratchy on my delicate skin.
My back arched. My fingers went to his head, tangled in his hair.
“Trig!” I cried.
Holy shit, I had no idea my nipples were so sensitive. His mouth worked one nipple while his rough palm cupped the other.
I was moaning and squirming. Calling out Trig’s name. Panting.
It wasn’t enough. It was as if my body had been asleep all my life and Trig had woken it up. There was no going back. I needed and craved the pleasure it seemed only he could give me. My hands went to his belt buckle and I tried to undo it.
It was too big, too confusing for me to tackle while he was latched on to my breast.
He pulled back with a pop. His lips were rosy and slick, his eyes passion-filled and narrowed.
“You want in my pants, sugar?”
Did I? I bit my lip and nodded.
I’d seen him earlier when he’d had me bent over the kitchen table, but I hadn’t touched him. Hadn’t felt him inside me. I wasn’t sure if I was ready for all of that… girth and length filling me, but I just knew I needed in his pants.
He sat back on his heels and his big hands worked the buckle.
“That from being in the rodeo?” I asked.
Into the pressed brass was a bucking bronco with a cowboy atop, arm flung overhead. Curved over it it said CHAMPION and below BULL RIDING. It had to be the size of my hand.
It flapped open and Trig moved next to the button on his jeans and the zipper. He pushed the loosened denim down over his hips.
“Oh my.”
His black boxer briefs couldn’t contain all of him. At least two inches of his shaft plus the wide crown stuck out the top.
He looked my way, then grinned before stepping off the bed and shucking his clothes.
Oh mywas right. Naked, Trig was the perfect male. He was tall and broad, thickly muscled. Dark hair was across his chest between flat nipples. It tapered down to his navel, then in a thin line to the thatch of hair at the base of his mega-dick.
That was what he had to call it. How did he walk around with that thing in his pants? And the big balls that hung full and heavy beneath it? My pussy got wet thinking about it.
