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Tyler was busy unsaddling the horses, but when he was done putting the saddles away and brushing them down, the three of us walked back to the house. Even though the sun was right overhead, the clouds were thick enough to keep the sky a pale gray. The air prickled like there might be rain later.
In a similar way to the ocean, the entire country landscape changed with the weather—it was a sight to behold. The golden grass had a deeper hue, the dirt trails took on a somber feel, and even the wind was subdued.
When we walked inside the house, my senses were completely overwhelmed. Jack was carving the turkey, and Deidre’s face was red with heat from baking. Sports commentary played from a radio with an antenna sitting on the buffet table.
“It smells wonderful,” I said. “I wish I had enough room in my suitcase to bring this all back with me.”
Deidre chuckled, and Jack asked, “How were the horses?”
“Star was a great horse to learn on,” I answered. “It was so much fun.”
Liv said, “We’ll have her running barrels in the rodeo in no time.”
I laughed at the thought. “Not a chance.”
Deidre said, “Why don’t y’all go wash up, and we’ll sit down to eat.”
We went up the stairs, the insides of my legs already burning. Riding horses was a heck of a workout (and probably the only one I didn’t mind). In the bedroom, Tyler sent me a sexy stare.
“Did I mention how hot it was to see you on that horse? I wish I was the one you were riding.” He trailed his hands along the waist of my jeans, then linked his fingers through the belt loops, pulling me closer.
A swoop of desire went through my stomach, sending heat between my legs. His mouth was already on my neck, working his way down the slit of my shirt, unbuttoning the top button.
“Tyler,” I gasped. “Your family is downstairs.”
He ground his hips into me, and I felt his erection, turning me on that much more.
I was beginning to forget the four very specific reasons why I should say no. “What if they hear us?” I breathed, already lifting the hem of his dark gray Henley shirt.
He took his shirt the rest of the way off and spun me, pushing my face into the pillows of his bed. Excitement rippled across my skin as he yanked my jeans down. I loved it when he got rough with me, and mix that with my kink of risking being caught?
There was no turning him down.
I arched my back, wishing he wasn’t still out of me. “Hurry,” I whispered.
“I’m getting a condom.”
“Don’t worry about it,” I said, my chest tight with the knowledge of what I was saying. What I was offering. “I’m on the pill.” But nothing was a hundred percent effective.
He was quiet for a moment. “Are you sure?”
“I am.”
Then I heard the teeth of his zipper come apart before he pressed inside me all the way. I bit back a cry from my body adjusting to him, to the delicious pain of his girth, and tried not to moan as he slowly backed out.
He pressed one hand on the back of my head, shoving me deeper into the pillows as he pounded into me again, and my eyes rolled back in pleasure. I could still hear the hum of voices downstairs, oblivious to all the ways Tyler was claiming me above their heads.
He picked up the pace, and when the headboard rattled, he shifted—I assumed to still it with his other hand—and continued his relentless drive into my body.
I reached down, rubbing my sensitive spot as his thrusts continued, and between the force of his hand on me, the pace of his thrusts, and the pressure on my clit, I was close. So fucking close.
“Fuck,” Tyler hissed. “I’m coming.”
And that was all I needed to push me over the edge. My orgasm racked my body, and I tightened around his cock, raking my hands across the comforter for anything that would keep me from crying out.
As the waves slowed, Tyler bent over me, his torso pressing into my back, and he whispered in my ear. “My cum’s going to be dripping out of you in front of my whole family. Because you’remygood girl.”
My sensitive vagina clenched again around his softening cock. Fuck, he was hot, and he knew exactly what to say to me to drive me wild.