Page 23 of Ace of Spades (Hidden Creek Ranch #1)

HAILEY

I step out of Weston’s truck after a drive back filled with awkward silence. I hadn’t been able to look Weston in the eye all dinner, still mortified by what I had done earlier. Rounding the truck, I let Gypsy out of the back, her and Maverick taking off running through Weston’s front yard.

“Well,” I tell him, wrapping my arms around myself to brace from the chill in the air. “Goodnight.”

I turn around, ready to get inside the trailer and scream into my pillow, but something pulls me back before I can even take a step.

Weston grabs me by the ponytail, spinning me around and crashing his lips to mine.

It only takes a second for me to melt into him, my lips parting to let him in as my hands press against his hard chest .

He kisses me hard, devouring me in a possessive way that makes butterflies erupt in my stomach. It’s rough and demanding, yet passionate and tender at the same time—and I need more.

I grab him by the shirt, pulling myself into him as his arm wraps around my waist.

“I’ve been wanting to do that all night,” he breathes, a yelp escaping me as he lifts me up by the backs of the thighs and walks us over to the hood of his truck, setting me down on top of it.

His lips crash back on mine before moving down to my neck, kissing their way down to my collarbone.

“Weston,” I moan.

He pulls away, meeting my face.

“Do you want me to stop?” he asks.

“No,” I breathe. “I was just going to say we should move this inside so we don’t get interrupted again.”

A wolfish smile spreads across his face, right before he lifts me once more. My legs wrap around his waist as he effortlessly carries me to his front door, whistling for the dogs to follow.

He manages to get the door open with one hand, the other one holding me up against him.

I don’t even take the time to look around his living room, our lips meeting once more as he carries me to what I can only assume to be his bedroom, shutting the door behind him before dropping me onto the bed and bringing himself down over me.

Our kisses are frantic, both of our hands exploring each other, the heat of the moment engulfing both of us completely .

“If we do this, it’s a one-time thing,” I say between kisses. “And we never speak of it again.”

“Agreed.”

I grab at the hem of his t-shirt, needing to feel his skin on mine.

He sits up to pull it off, drool practically falling from my mouth at the sight of his toned body as he comes back down to kiss me.

I suck on his bottom lip before letting it slip through my teeth, a deep groan reverberating from him.

“Fuck,” he breathes, giving me one more kiss before moving his way down my body, kissing back down to my collarbone as his hand takes a grip of my pajama shirt, fumbling with the buttons for a few seconds before he gives up and rips it open.

“Weston!”

“I’ll buy you a new one,” he chuckles, his hand trailing up my exposed stomach just as his mouth lands around my nipple, a desperate moan escaping my lips as he sucks, gently pulling it through his teeth and releasing it before moving to the other.

My body was on fire, the pleasure building steadily, needing more. As if reading my thoughts, Weston sits up, grabbing the waistband of my now ruined pajama set and roughly dragging them down my legs before throwing them over his shoulder, coming back down over me.

His hand trails down my body, caressing my stomach with his fingertips until they reach between my legs as I whimper into his mouth, my hips bucking as he runs his fingers across my slit.

“So fucking wet for me, Sorrels,” he says, his devilish smile causing my cheeks to heat in embarrassment. His lips land on mine, swallowing my moan as he plunges two fingers inside of me.

He moves his fingers expertly, his thumb rubbing circles against my clit and causing me to see stars. The pressure builds, the need for release growing as he trails his lips down to the spot between my neck and shoulder, gently nipping and sucking as his fingers continue to move in and out of me.

The feeling is unlike anything I’d ever felt before, every nerve ending in my body lit on fire as he draws my pleasure, my hands desperately raking through his hair.

“Weston,” I moan, nearly breathless as he finds that spot inside of me that makes my toes curl.

“I love the sound of my name coming from your lips,” he breathes, my eyes rolling back as I feel my pleasure begin to crest. The orgasm hits me like a freight train, my core clenching around his fingers as the pleasure overtakes me.

I’m barely back down from the high as he stands up, unbuckling his belt and slipping his jeans down, my eyes bulging as I take him in. He crawls back onto the bed, reaching over me to open his nightstand drawer and grabbing a condom, ripping it open with his teeth before slipping it on.

He places himself at my entrance, rubbing his tip through my arousal and over my now overly sensitive clit.

“Are you sure about this?” he asks me between kisses.

“Just shut up and fuck me, cowboy,” I pant, my lips quirking into a smirk.

“Yes ma’am,” he growls, a devilish smile pulling at his lips before he brings them back down to mine, steadily thrusting into me in the next movement. A cry leaves my lips, echoing through the room.

“Fuck,” he grunts, pausing to let me adjust around him.

Our eyes meet, both of us breathing hard as our gazes remain locked.

He begins moving in and out painfully slow, my lips parting on a moan as my pleasure slowly begins to build once more.

My nails dig into his back as he picks up his pace, thrusting into me over and over again.

He cups my face with one hand, tilting my head back and bringing his lips to mine.

I gasp into his mouth as he drives himself to the hilt, the pleasure close to overwhelming me.

He sits up and flips me onto my stomach in one swift movement, lining himself back up and thrusting into me from behind.

I feel the heat of his hand gripping my hip, the other splayed across my back as he drives into me over and over again.

“Weston,” I moan, my hands gripping the sheets for dear life.

“Fuck, Sorrels—you’re so goddamn perfect,” he grunts, his hand sliding to my nape and grabbing a handful of hair as he pulls me up until my back is pressed against his chest, continuing to fuck me as he turns my head to the side to kiss me.

My climax races towards me steadily, bringing me right to the edge until I think I might implode. Weston reaches his free hand around to toy with my breast, rolling my nipple between his strong fingers, my head falling back to rest on his chest as my eyes slam shut with pleasure.

Ecstasy washes over me as he reaches down to pinch my clit, my lips parting on a silent cry, my core pulsing around his thick length. Weston stills inside of me, a grunt escaping his lips as we both fall over the edge together.

My legs shake beneath me, a sheen of sweat coating the both of us as we come down from the high.

I look over my shoulder to find Weston already studying my face, his evergreen eyes locked on me as if in a trance.

He seems to pull himself out of it, slowly pulling out of me and stepping off of the bed to throw away his condom.

I fall to the sheets, letting myself catch my breath for a moment before sitting up and scooting to the edge, standing on shaky legs.

“Where are you going?” Weston asks, coming back into the bedroom with sweatpants on as I pull my pajama shorts and now ruined top back on.

“What do you mean?”

“You’re not staying?” he asks.

“Why would I?”

“As little as you think of me, I’m not the type of dick that expects a woman to leave as soon as we get done.”

“So what, did you think I was going to stay and cuddle or something?” I ask, wincing at the harness in my tone. I couldn’t deny that it sounded nice, and a part of me really wanted to. But letting off steam was one thing, and staying the night was another. It was too… intimate.

Lines were already getting blurred, and my head was a mess of tangled emotions, I didn’t need to add any more to the mix. Weston Langford was messing with my head, and I needed to pull myself together before I let whatever feelings I had get the best of me .

I can see the moment his walls rise alongside mine, hurt flashing in his eyes for the briefest of moments before his face turns back to his typical indifference.

“Right,” he mutters, turning to grab a clean t-shirt from the top drawer of his dresser and tossing it to me. “Here—as much as I’m sure the wildlife would appreciate a good show, I don’t want you freezing on the walk back to your trailer.”

“Thanks,” I tell him, throwing the shirt on along with my shoes, pretending to look around the room in order to avoid looking at him.

A cold silence engulfs us, as if everything that had passed between us just moments earlier was nothing more than a dream, and we were back to being…

I didn’t know what we were anymore. Enemies?

Friends that just had mind-shattering sex? Or maybe something in between.

“Well,” I say, turning to the bedroom door. “I’d better get going.”

Gypsy jumps up off of the couch as soon as I walk into the living room, following me to the front door. Hand on the handle, I pause for only a moment, looking over my shoulder to find Weston standing in the doorway of his bedroom.

“Goodnight, Weston,” I tell him.

“Night, Sorrels,” he returns, just as I slip through the door.

It’s just after seven in the morning when I walk up the steps of the Lodge’s back deck and through the double doors into the space, Gypsy running past me to get inside.

I’d woken up late, throwing my hair into a hap-hazard messy braid and pulling on a pair of jeans and an oversized t-shirt, a pair of running shoes on my feet.