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“Fuck.” I groaned, wishing I could hold on to her hair. “Juniper.”
Spit dripped down my shaft and her chin as she kept going, nearly bringing me to the edge before stopping right after my cock twitched in her mouth. Just when I thought she might quit, she was back at it again. Each time I got closer to coming, though, she’d pause, relentless in her teasing.
“Dammit, Peach, come here and fuck me. I need to come inside you.”
She batted her lashes. “What else do you say?”
“Please,” I begged, hearing how desperate I sounded.
“Good boy.”
She smirked as she crawled up my body again, guiding my cock as she lowered herself down onto it. A sigh left both of our lips as she adjusted to my size, then she started swiveling her hips. She was so tight, so wet. I moaned as she leaned forward, palms pressed into the mattress next to my shoulders, and started bouncing on my cock.
Her breasts bounced with the movement, and I resisted the urge to sit up and suck a nipple between my teeth.
“Ah, fuck,” she cried as her pussy clenched around me.
Her movements started to slow, no doubt an effect of the pleasure that seemed to be rippling through her, and I bucked my hips, meeting her stroke for stroke as she continued to sink down onto me. Skin slapped against skin, and sweat glistened on her collarbone.
“Come for me. Come all over my cock. Take ownership, Juniper, because I’m all yours,” I panted as her eyes widened.
Juniper leaned back then, placing a hand on my chest that she used for leverage as she swirled her hips and circled her clit with her fingers. I looked down to where our bodies joined, her pussy swallowing my cock, and bit my lip to hold back a moan.
“Mikey, I’m coming,” she gasped as her face contorted in pleasure, warmth enveloping me. Her muscles tightened, and I followed her release shortly after, thrusting my hips up to ride out my orgasm.
Juniper cried out before collapsing onto me, her forehead pressing against my shoulder and her chest rising and falling with her rapid breaths.
Hot cum dripped down my shaft when she finally sat up, lifting herself off of me and reaching her arms around my back to untie my hands. She rolled next to me, laying her head on my chest, and I wrapped an arm around her shoulder, pulling her close.
We lay there for a moment without speaking. Then, after pressing a kiss to her forehead, I walked to the bathroom to grab a towel to clean us both up.
“What’s going to happen now?” she whispered in the dark after we’d climbed into bed together.
“Whatever you want to happen. I’m yours, if you want me. The ball’s in your court, baby.”
“I still need to go. Working in a research lab has been agoal of mine for years, and I…I can’t just put that on the backburner.”
I’d never expect her to. She didn’t expect me to give up bull riding—and I wouldn’t—so I would never expect her to sacrifice her dreams for me.
“I want to make this work. I’ll take you however I can have you.” She looked up at me with her big blue eyes, even as sadness clouded them.
“I meant what I said. I’m not going to lose you again. Whatever it takes, I’m with you. I’m all in. One day at a time.”
“One day at a time,” she repeated back.
Soon enough, soft snores alerted me that she was asleep.
I closed my eyes, but before drifting off, I whispered into the silence, “I love you, Peach.”
I didn’t think she heard, but I still noticed her lips curl up into a soft smile as she nuzzled her head against me. Even if she wasn’t awake to say it back, that was all the confirmation I needed that this would work.
Whatever it took, we’d make it work.
CHAPTER FORTY-ONE
mikey
It was nothing short of a miracle, but a few days after Juniper had left, I was cleared to compete again in Cheyenne. Missing the Fourth of July rodeo may have hurt my standings a little, but I was currently only seventeenth in the world. Performing well would put me in a good position and set me back on track to make it to the NFR in December, if not propel me into the top fifteen. It was a ten-day event, so there was an opportunity to bring home a large check as long as I didn’t buck off and lose out of the tournament-style bracket.
