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“I know.”
We don’t stop kissing, and when he sucks on my tongue, I lose all control. I’m going to climax way too fast.
“Come for me, Jett.”
“Ethan.”
“Come with me.”
It only takes a few more strokes and I’m there, spilling my load into his hand. My grip on his dick falters, but it doesn’tmatter because he’s right there with me, his body jerking hard.
“I swear I have more staying power,” He chuckles and collapses on top of me.
“You got me so amped up, there was no other way.”
“Am I heavy?”
“Don’t even think of moving.”
Ethan leans back and his dark eyes survey my face slowly.
“What?” I ask.
“You.” He punctuates with a kiss. “You wreck me every time, every day, in every way, Jett Brunswick Hawthorne.”
I smile up at him.
“You do the same to me, Ethan I-don’t-know-your-middle-name-yet Walker.”
He laughs.
“I have a boring name.”
“I don’t believe it.”
“James,” he admits.
“Ethan James Walker. I love it.”
I kiss him soundly.
“James would like to take a dip in that river.”
“I thought you’d never ask.”
We strip down and race for the water. It’s shockingly cold, but wonderfully refreshing, and the sun warms us up in no time.
The sun, and another makeout session.
After we dry off, we hustle back into our clothes and return to the horses. The ride back is slow and easy, and both of us are wearing grins that I’m sure are brighter than the sun.
By the time I get the horses back into their stalls, it’s already late afternoon, and Ethan and I head inside to shower, change, and help with dinner. Most of our Thanksgiving meal is already in progress, but I get put in charge of the green bean casserole while Ethan peels potatoes. All the Walkersiblings tease each other—and me—as we work, and I’ve never laughed so much on kitchen duty in my life.
Three hours later, it’s time to feast.
Thanksgiving is big deal here at the Silver Feather. It’s not only me and my grandparents and Ethan and his siblings, but several of our ranch hands too. There’s twelve of us around the table, and Ethan is in his element, telling stories and making everyone laugh. I spend most of the evening watching him, and somehow miss eating half the food on my plate.
My heart starts wishing for more of these celebrations with Ethan.
