Page 69 of Wrangling Hearts
“Only a little. Need my hands to do it right.”
She rolled her eyes, shaking her head at me. “You’re a mess, Beaumont.” The little smile she gave me felt like the moment after a storm cleared and the clouds were parting. It gave me hope that the worst was behind us and that the best was yet to come.
“Your mess.” I shot back with a boyish grin. Her hand settled on my thigh as I drove us the rest of the way home, ready for whatever Hollis had in store for us.
21
Claire
My eyes fluttered open, and the first thing I felt wasn't grief, but excitement. I never thought the day would come when that happened, and I especially hadn’t expected it to be so soon.
Mama’s funeral was only five days ago, and while the heartbreak was still there, its sharpness had dulled into an ache. I suspected that everything going on with Golden Circle and Cavendish was the reason; it gave me something to do instead of wallowing in misery.
It didn’t mean I didn’t feel guilty about it, though.
Today, we were having a groundbreaking ceremony to celebrate the start of construction on the new stables, and we were also going to announce to the town that Golden Bridle and Circle M were merging. I was nervous, but excited, carrying a kind of restless energy that had me springing out of bed.
“Where do you think you’re goin’?” Beau’s voice was that sexy, sleepy rumble that gave me goosebumps as he snagged my hand and pulled me to him.
I fell halfway on top of him with a light laugh, running my fingers through his hair. “I guess nowhere.”
His t-shirt that I slept in rode up past my waist as he slid his hands up my sides. The cool air of his bedroom was quickly replaced by the heat of his hands as they bracketed my ribs, his thumbs swiping back and forth lazily. “Think I’m ready to continue my groveling now,” he said, his voice low.
A low thrum of need ran through me. I bit my lip, my brows raised a fraction. “That right?”
He nodded, eyes locked on my mouth. “Yes, ma’am.”
I swung a leg over his hips and lowered myself until we were flush. His hardening dick pressed up against me, and I shuddered on top of him. The only thing between us was the thin material of our underwear. God, I had missed this. Missed him.
“Let's hear it then,” I whispered, my heart hammering against my ribs.
My lips parted with a breathy sigh as he thrusted up against me. “I’m so sorry, baby.”
I lowered my top half until our chests were touching, my lips a breath away from his. “That all you got?”
His hands slid down, sinking into my panties. He cupped my ass in his large hands and dragged me along his cock slow and hard. Our breathy moans rang out through his room. “I won’t ever do it again,” he groaned, his head falling back into the pillows.
Another drag, and I was panting, moving on my own. “That’s more like it.”
“Fuck, Claire.” My name on his lips had me whimpering. He looked heaven-sent beneath me: gorgeous eyes dark with need, cheeks flushed, lips parted. I loved him so much it hurt.
He ripped my shirt off, grabbed my face, and kissed me hard. It wasn’t gentle and loving like his kisses had been lately. This kiss was brutal, hungry, full of pent-up need. I moaned into his mouth, grinding against him faster while I chased after the pleasure burning low in my belly.
“Beau,” I cried out, my hips faltering.
He cupped my breasts, tweaking my nipples. My eyes rolled shut, my jaw dropping on a low moan. Thank God, the house was empty because there was no way I’d be able to keep quiet with how long it’d been.
“That’s it. Keep grindin’ that sexy little body on me. Use my cock and come for me, baby.”
“Oh God,” I cried out, my head falling back to the ceiling as my orgasm tore through me.
Beau tossed me off of him and pulled my panties down in one swift movement. His head was between my legs a second later, his warm, wet mouth latching onto my clit. My back bowed off the bed, my toes curling in the sheets, as he pulled whimpering moans from me. My pussy ached for him, desperate to be filled, to have that connection with him again.
My fingers tangled in his hair, and I pulled him away. “I need you,” I panted.
He looked up at me, his eyes blazing with devotion, his lips slick with my wetness. “You have me, Claire. Every fuckin’ bit of me belongs to you.”
“Prove it.”
