Page 35 of Bouquets and Buckles

Holy crap.This girl. She knows I’ve already lost this battle, I don’t even need to see her face to know the way her lips will be quirking, the way her blue eyes will be sparkling.

You’ve got two minutes to get your ass out of that party.

The only way you’re gonna be falling apart is if my cock is filling your perfect cunt.

Yes,Daddy.

Jesus.

You’re trying to kill me.

Well,I’m wet and need you inside me.

Clock’s ticking. One minute.

This time,instead of text in reply, an image comes through. It’s of her hand holding a bottle of whiskey, and even though the background is dark, I can see that she’s already two steps ahead of me.

Skylar is already inside the barn.

My pulse hammersin my neck as I slide the wooden door closed behind me.

It’s dark in here, and the horses make little huffing noises, asking me what the fuck is going on and why we’re intruding on them at this time of night.

There’s a faint glow from the far end, inside the tack room, and I head straight there.

Sure enough, that’s where I find my girl.

Except, I stop in my tracks in the doorway when I see her. She’s wrapped up in her coat, but her makeup is bolder than usual, her hair styled into loose curls. She’s got the same boots and tights on as the first night she hurtled back into my life when I picked her up amongst the snow.

Stunning doesn’t even do Skylar Addams justice.

She’s perched on a saddle stand and wiggles the neck of the bottle in my direction, eyes bouncing over me.

“You look hot as fuck.” She beams my way, and I don’t know what the hell I’ve done to deserve a single moment with this girl.

My tongue pokes against the side of my mouth, and I allow the weight of my gaze to linger on every inch of her in return.

“It’s a good thing I didn’t see you earlier, or we might not have made it to midnight without me trying to steal you away.”

Skylar blushes and it's cute as hell.

“You want to have a drink with me?”

“No.” My boots thud as I cross the space between us.

The sweetest little laugh erupts from her as she lets me steal the whiskey and set it on the shelf before cupping her face, tasting those lips, sinking our mouths together in a deep fucking kiss. One that I’ve been dreaming of all week, a constant loop of memories since our desperately quick moment in the shower.

“How long do we have?” Drawing back, I already know it won’t ever be goddamn long enough.

Skylar makes a seductive little noise against my lips. “How fast can you get inside me?”

Reaching up, I grab my hat, and set it over her hair, brushing a few loose strands behind her ear as I do so.

“You see, that’s where we’ve got a problem, sweetheart.” My palms find her thighs, and I lower myself onto my knees inbetween her parted legs. The place I will happily always occupy for this girl. “I don’t want to do anythingfast. I want to take my time, and I want to spend hours lost inside this perfect cunt of yours.”

She lets out a little moan as I hitch her coat higher and hook the soft jersey material of her dress at the same time. My good girl braces herself so I can separate her thighs even wider.

“Then, give me your phone.” Skylar runs her fingers through my hair, tugging a little to tilt my head up toward her.