Page 132 of Huckleberry Hill
“Yes. God yes,” I moaned. His filthy words painted a graphic image of the two of us.
“Come for me, baby. Come for me now.” He pressed his fingers against my clit.
I did.
I came all over his girth, my nails gouging crescent moons into the skin of his neck as I reached behind me and gripped him with all my might.
“Fuck,” he growled as he came.
He stilled inside me, the beating of his heart slamming against my back. I closed my eyes and lazily drifted into a half comatose sleep.
Declan slid out and I felt the wetness we created on the back of my thighs.
“More mornings like this,” he said, kissing my cheek.
“Hmm. I say yes to that,” I agreed, looking at him over my shoulder and smiling. “Not to mention the overalls fantasy.”
“We’ll make that a reality.” He reached for his boxer briefs. “We should probably pack up.”
I sighed but didn’t move. “Yeah.”
He kissed my hair. “You stay exactly where you are. I’ll pack up and saddle the horses.”
“What do we do with the truck?”
“You’ll drive it home. I’ll ride Merlin and tether Goldie to him.”
“Sounds good.”
We saddled the horses and made sure all our trash was in the truck. He tossed me the keys and I climbed into the driver’s side.
“You good?” he asked, meeting my eyes.
I smiled, relief curling through me. “Perfect.”
He chuckled and kissed me quickly. “Let’s get back and shower. Then we should grab breakfast in town.”
“Sounds great,” I said.
“We’re going to enjoy my day off,” he said heatedly.
“You insatiable maniac. I have an idea of how you want to enjoy your day off.”
He chucked my chin and then swaggered toward Merlin. I watched him mount, appreciating how he looked in a saddle.
I started the engine and then drove in the direction of home, Declan and the horses disappearing in the rearview mirror.
It was a faster drive than you could ride on a horse, and I got home several minutes ahead of Declan. I parked the truck out front of main house, leaving the mattress for the time being.
I cut the engine and removed the keys. I got out of the truck and was about to head to the barn to meet Declan to help with the horses when the front door of the house opened. Turning, I smiled, expecting to see Muddy.
My eyes widened in surprise when my father stepped out onto the porch.
“Morning, Hadley,” he greeted, appearing calm and stoic.
“Uh, hi, Dad.” I frowned. “You weren’t supposed to get back until tomorrow.”
“Change of plans,” he said, his blue eyes narrowing. “Where are you coming from this early in the morning?”
