Page 24 of A Week To Wed
“Fuck!” I curse, unable to hold back as I come inside her. “I’ve wanted you so bad, baby. I lost it too soon. I’m sorry.”
She hums, and I feel her clamp down. “Stop apologizing. I’ll take it as a compliment.”
I draw out and push back in, finding that I’m still hard as granite inside this woman. Slick with my cum mingled with her juice, I move into her again and revel in her tight heat.
“So good. So snug and fucking perfect,” I murmur in her ear.
My Maisy makes a mewling noise, lifts her head, and bites my shoulder. The slight pain of it sends electricity down my spine.
Another pump inside her, hard and fast, and we’re writhing up the length of the mattress.
Her nails dig into my back, and she hisses, “Keep fucking me like that, just like that. Please, Lincoln.”
This woman is blowing my mind at every turn. But I’m so thoroughly lost in her that I stop questioning it. She wants me? She’s going to get me.
I continue fucking her fervently, hard, and deep. Every time I pull out, I feel her muscles milking my cock, the little minx.
“Take it. Take all of it. Let me fill that pretty pussy. Because it’s mine. You’re mine. And I’m crazy in love with you, too, Maisy.”
With one more vigorous thrust, I come inside Maisy’s sweet tightness for a second time, filling it up so much that my cum spills out, dripping everywhere.
And now, I’m wrecked.
“Baby,” I say into her neck. Both of us breathless and sweaty, Maisy kisses and nuzzles my chest.
I roll to my back and tuck her against my side. She rests her head on my chest and hugs me with one leg slung over my middle.
“I meant what I said, Maisy. Right or wrong. Too soon or not. I’m in love with you.”
She purrs, “I believe you. You’re not one to waste words on something you don’t mean.”
What can I say? The woman gets me.
ChapterFifteen
Maisy
He loves me.
Lincoln loves me. And I love him.
Everything has shifted in my world when I wake to a muted gray sunrise.
A few hours earlier, Lincoln had awakened for the usual cattle feeding, and gave me a quick wake-up call, too. He dipped those rough fingers into my sex, twisted them around, and then worked over my clit until I trembled and came, whispering his name in the dark. “Lincoln. Oh, Lincoln.”
Then he instructed me to go back to sleep for a while, so I did. Dreamily, with a goofy smile on my face.
And now I’m wide awake, and I have thoughts.
This new start isn’t about me running away and taking what I want in life. Nor is it about hiding from everyone who wants to control me. It’s not even about nostalgia for my childhood on Meemaw’s ranch.
Lincoln has me, body and soul.
No one in my life has ever laid claim to me this passionately. The recent memory of the way Lincoln moved in me, handled me. Fucked me. The twinge between my legs has me blushing and closing my eyes. He knows how I need it. God, does he know.
Wrapped in the blanket, I shuffle over to the bedroom window and watch the leaves blowing around in the pasture. Yes, Maisy Milliken, soon-to-be Maisy Milliken-Hall, will be a rancher’s wife. For real. No doubt about it.
And I’m never looking back.
