Page 34 of Ace of Spades (Hidden Creek Ranch #1)

“Look at me,” he commands.

I feel the caress of his thumb on my cheek as he cups my face, looking up at him only to be ensnared by the wild lust swirling in his gaze. I breathe through my nose, adjusting to his size as I slowly start moving again, finding a rhythm.

“You’re so goddamn perfect,” he tells me, his free hand moving to grab a fistful of hair at my nape, his hips slowly thrusting as my throat accommodates him, my eyes watering from the pressure.

I remove my hand from his base, gripping onto his jeans and letting myself take him all the way, drool running down my chin as my cheeks hollow.

“Such a fucking mess for me,” Weston drawls, holding my gaze as his thumb wipes at the tears now streaming down my cheeks.

I pick up speed, mesmerized by how the vein in his neck bulges as I continue to work his shaft, reaching a hand to cup his balls.

“Fuck,” he breathes, anchoring me by the grip in my hair as he thrusts harder, chasing his release as I fight not to gag around him.

A guttural groan leaves his lips as he empties down my throat, stilling inside of me as I swallow every drop. His heavy panting resonates through the stall, the grip in my hair turning into a gentle caress as he comes down from the high .

He lifts me by the elbow, helping me to my feet as I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand. As soon as I’m up, his mouth slams to mine, Weston spinning the both of us so that our positions are reversed, my back pressing into the wall as his hard body presses to mine.

Both of his hands cup my face possessively as he devours me, not caring about the fact that he just finished in my mouth as he kisses me deeply, as if he couldn’t get enough. I melt into him, the two of us entwined as I feel myself falling, as if I’m drowning but I don’t want to come up for air.

Vegas lets out an agitated snort as the sound of a barn door slams down the way, voices growing louder as they head in our direction.

“Weston,” I breathe. “Someone’s going to see us.”

“Let them.”

“Weston,” I say, a bit firmer this time. “Let’s go back.”

He lets out a frustrated groan before taking a step back, pulling himself back into his pants before fixing his belt.

“Just for the record, you’re next,” he tells me, the two of us making our way out of the stall and checking on the rest of the horses before leaving the stables. “I still owe you your prize. I can’t wait to get a taste of that perfect pussy of yours, Sorrels.”

My cheeks redden at the thought of his mouth on me.

“Well, you’d be the first,” I admit.

I bump into his back as he stops in his tracks, turning to face me.

“Hailey Sorrels, I know you aren’tsaying what I think you’re saying? ”

I tuck a strand of hair behind my hair, moving past him as he follows after me.

“Brad was the only person I ever slept with, and he never… did that,” I tell him.

“Why the fuck not?”

“It’s just—I don’t know, there were a few times where he brought up going down on his ex-girlfriends and he mentioned how gross he thought it was. I guess it just made me self-conscious about having him down there.”

“What a piece of shit,” Weston tells me. “Well, we’re changing that right now.”

“Wha—”

I’m flung over his shoulder before I can finish, bouncing up and down as he carries me through the rodeo grounds like a sack of potatoes.

“Weston!”

He ignores me completely, striding through the grounds like a man on a mission as my legs kick, meeting nothing but air. His long legs get us to the trailer in no time, Weston flinging the door open with his free hand as he carries me up the two steps into my living quarters.

“Everybody out!”

“Weston!” I try again, completely mortified as I bang my fists against his muscular back.

“See ya,” Beau laughs, the group cracking up as he, Chelsea, and Rafe make their way out the door.

“Kota, Chance—I’m gonna need the trailer for a second. Give me fifteen—no, ten minutes should be good,” Weston announces, my cheeks turning bright as a tomato .

Dakota can’t contain her laughter as she drags Chance to the door.

“You kids have fun!” Chance calls back.

“Not too much fun, though, I’m not ready to be an aunt yet!” Dakota adds, the trailer door slamming shut behind them as Weston strides to the makeshift bedroom, tossing me down on the mattress like a goddamn caveman.

“Weston!” I try again to no avail, a mix of a laugh and shriek escaping me as he grabs the waistband of my jeans, not bothering with undoing them as he rips them open.

He manages to bust both the button and the zipper in one move before pulling them clean off of me, throwing them across the space along with my underwear.

His mouth is on me in the next moment, his warm tongue swiping through my slit before reaching my clit, my hips bucking as he sucks the bundle of nerves into his mouth.

“Weston,” I whimper, my head falling back to the mattress as he devours me, my fingers clenching the sheets for dear life as his arms wrap around my thighs, pulling me into him as he lifts my hips clean off the bed.

He feasts on me like I’m his last meal, every nerve ending in my body on fire as he draws the pleasure out of me, electricity flowing through my veins as I feel the tension in the base of my stomach coiling.

My eyes slam shut as his strong tongue explores me, running through my opening before swirling circles around my overly sensitive clit. I don’t recognize the noises that escape me, stars erupting behind my eyelids as he drives me to the brink, until I feel like I might actually explode .

It’s too much, the pleasure overwhelming as his fingers dig into my hips, his tongue relentless as my climax comes barreling towards me.

Just when I think I can’t take it anymore, he sucks my clit into his mouth, his teeth gently grazing the sensitive bud and I combust. My lips part on a silent scream as I feel every muscle tighten inside of me, my walls clenching as I’m flooded with a mind-shattering orgasm.

Weston’s movements slow down, his licks turning gentle as I float back down. He crawls over me, licking his glistening lips as he looks down at me with a feral grin, his face hovering directly above mine.

“I think you just became my new favorite meal.”

A blush creeps across my cheeks, the two of us panting as our eyes lock. Something passes between us in that moment, almost like a shared vulnerability. His eyes study mine, as if seeing me for the first time.

His lips graze mine as he kisses me gently, his hand moving to cup my face. It’s passionate but delicate, possessive and yet tender.

My hands reach beneath the hem of his shirt, my fingertips grazing his skin as I explore every hard ridge of his back. The hand cupping my face moves down to my waist, sliding beneath my shirt as he slowly caresses my waist, our touches featherlight.

Weston slowly unbuttons my shirt, his lips only leaving mine for the briefest of moments as he helps me pull his shirt over his head, my hands reaching for his buckle next as we slowly undress each other, taking our time to explore each other’s bodies as if seeing each other for the first time .

His arm comes to rest above my head, his face mere inches from mine, expression unguarded. My hand lifts of its own volition, brushing a few disheveled strands of his dark locks as our gazes meet, his hard length settling at my soaked entrance as Weston settles between my legs.

He pushes into me in one smooth motion, my lips parting as a low moan slips from his lips. Our mouths connect, Weston kissing me sweetly as he begins to move inside of me, my walls adjusting around him.

I moan into his mouth, pleasure building inside of me once more.

“You’re a goddamn masterpiece,” he breathes against my lips.

The two of us move in sync, our bodies entwined as one as we bring each other to the edge, a silent tear slipping free as I’m hit with the realization that whether or not I’m willing to admit it to myself, this man means something to me.

And in this moment—right here, right now, wrapped up in Weston’s arms as he makes me feel things I’ve never felt before, I realize that there's nowhere else but here that I want to be.

Somehow, somewhere along the way, Weston Langford had become my safe place. And it hits me just how vulnerable that truly makes me.