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There’ve been women, yeah. Not nearly as many as town gossip would like to think.

I’m known as the player of the Boone brothers and I never fought the title.

I didn’t really earn it either, but one thing you learn growing up in small towns, people talk shit.

Mostly made-up shit just to pass the time.

Wildfire is no different.

“Colt?” Her voice is barely there.

“Yeah, baby girl?”

“What did you mean when you said I’m safe with Daddy?”

I go still.

Because answering means trying to figure it out for myself.

“It means I take care of everything,” I push my mouth against her damp hair.

“You don’t have to worry about a damn thing.

You get to be soft. You get to rest. Chase your dreams. Have fun.

Know that someone always, fucking always has your back.

And I’ll protect you from everything. Even yourself, if I have to. ”

She’s quiet for a beat.

“That’s... a lot.”

“That’s nothing, baby girl.” I cup her face gently, brushing my thumb across her cheek.

“That’s just the beginning. You’re a fucking firecracker, babe, don’t get me wrong, I want to do all those things for you, but I also want to do other things.

Pure filth and fucking fantasy, but I want to start here.

Where we are. I want you to trust me. I don’t remember ever wanting that before. ”

Her breath stutters. She twists her body, turning her face my way, plump pink lips falling apart.

“Colt...”

Jesus, the way she says my name like she needs something from me is all I need to break this stupid shackle I’ve been keeping around myself for so fucking long.

I manhandle her soft body until she’s turned my way.

I kiss her.

It’s lips on lips first. Soft and hard. Patient but urgent.

I’m giving her time to run. But she doesn’t. She leans into me like she’s been waiting, and the second her mouth opens, inviting me in, I lose any hope of pretending I can let her go.

Jesus, the sound she makes as my tongue slides between her lips rattles me down to the core. I deepen the kiss, tongues working in slow rhythm, swallowing every soft gasp and whimper.

She tastes like coffee and sweetness and everything I've ever wanted.

When we break apart, we're both breathing hard. Her cheeks are flushed, lips glistening and plump, and she's looking at me like I hung the fucking moon.

"Bedroom," I growl against her mouth. "Now."

She doesn't argue. We practically run like two teenagers out of the little living room, me dragging her by the hand, blankets falling on the floor with her giggling and bouncing, making every fucking dirty dream I have already come true.

I lay her out on my bed with one swift lift and toss, tugging her hair out of the loose bun on her head and smoothing it across my pillow.

She's still in her damp clothes, and I can see her nipples hard against the thin fabric.

Every generous curve, every soft line of her body calls to something primal in me.

"Look at you," I tell her, running my hands down her sides, following every dip and swell. "So fucking beautiful. I’m gonna enjoy every inch."

She arches into my touch, and the movement makes her shirt ride up, exposing her soft belly that I want to mark with my teeth.

"Take this off for me, baby girl," I say, tugging at her shirt.

She sits up and pulls it over her head, and the sight of her in just that bra that is damn near an exact match of my eye color makes my vision go hazy.

She’s got those full, mother earth sort of breasts spilling over pale blue lace, nipples poking through the fabric making me salivate.

The soft roll of her belly, the way her hips flare out, is like a teenage fever dream.

She's fucking gorgeous and even if she doesn’t know it yet, she’s all fucking mine.

"Christ. Perfect." I lean down and press my face between her breasts, breathing her in. "Look at these tits, baby girl. So many things I want to do right fucking here..." My hand spans across her stomach, fingers spreading wide. "I'm going to map every inch of you."

“There’s a lot of inches. I hope you have time—" There's laughter in her voice, but it breaks off in a gasp when I take hold of her nipple through the lace.

I work my hands around her back, fingers working at the hooks of her bra, making me growl when they fight back.

“Been awhile since you unhooked a girl’s bra?” She giggles into my shoulder, lifting her chest as I lick her cleavage.

“You busting my balls? You thought I was some smooth sailor, all expert fingers and gigolo moves?”

“Well, I don’t think I’d want to bust your balls, that sounds painful, and you have enough issues going on down there right now.”

“Brat.” I nip at the soft flesh, finally releasing the last little hook and tug that bad boy off, holding it up and pulling a strap tight on my index finger, my other hand drawing back the elastic, then sling-shotting it across the room.

“If I had my way, no more bras. I want to see those babies all loose and free.”

She laughs, and it makes my heart fucking sing as I look at her tits, Jesus, they are life giving, falling down her chest, curving slightly off to the sides.

“I’m not sure Wildfire is ready for me to go braless on Main Street.”

“Fuck Wildfire,” I mumble, my mouth full of one of her broad, wide nipples, my dick weeping in my boxers at the thought of how these tits will feel when I’m fucking them.

She's arching and gasping and making these little sounds that make me feel like a king.

"Please," she whispers, and I don't think she even knows what she's asking for.

But I do.

"Please what, baby girl? Use your words for Daddy."

"I... I don't know. I just need..."

"I know what you need." I work my way down her body, pressing kisses to her ribs, her belly, the sensitive spot just above her hip bone. "Daddy's going to take care of you."

When I reach the waistband of her leggings, I look up at her. "These come off too."

She lifts her hips, and I peel them down her legs along with her panties. And then she's naked in my bed, all soft curves and flushed skin, and I think I might actually die from wanting her.

I take a moment just to look. The generous swell of her hips, the soft thickness of her thighs, the way her breasts fall naturally against her chest. Every curve, every soft line, every inch of her lush body is absolute perfection.

"Fuck me," I breathe. "Look at you. All this softness, all these curves. You're a goddamn goddess, baby girl."

“Colt—"

“I’m fucking serious. Now, spread your legs for me. Let Daddy see what's his."

A flicker of hesitation. I press into her thighs, coaxing them apart.

The creamy flesh with a dance of curls at the top and the peek of her pink wetness steals my breath.

I’ve always been in control, or so I thought.

The fire reminded me of how fleeting that is.

Still, I held onto that belief, thinking if I could just control everything around me…

what? I’d be safe? I could keep everyone else safe?

I’m not sure, but looking at Emery now, open and so fucking beautiful, there is no more control. She’s taken it from me.

“Once I taste this, no one else will.” I widen her legs, holding them steady, wanting to feel her tremble. “Understand?”

She nods, and the sight of her makes me groan. The soft thickness of her thighs framing her pussy, the way her belly curves above where I'm about to feast. Pure fucking perfection.

I lower my mouth to her, devouring the sweetness, inhaling the scent of her. I don’t ease in—my tongue slides up the length of her, pressing against her clit, demanding a response.

Running my hands over the soft skin. These thick thighs, this perfect pussy...

“I could live between your legs." I mumble against her wetness, breathing deep, wanting her down deep inside me forever.

Her hips buck off the bed as I slide the flat of my tongue up and down. I hold her down with one hand on her belly and feast on her like a man starved.

"That's it," I murmur against her. "Let Daddy hear you. Let me know how good I'm making you feel."

She tastes even better than I imagined. Sweet and musky and addictive. I could spend hours between her legs, making her fall apart with my mouth, listening to her gasp my name.

Her thighs clamp down, trying to close around my head. I hold them wide. “What is… oh, please, please. Keep going, Daddy.”

"Good girl," I growl, sucking her clit between my lips. "Come for Daddy. Give me everything.”

“I’ve never—” She stalls, “God, I’ve never—”

I stop, looking up, her eyes are half lidded, but there’s something there, in the lust, something she needs to say.

“Never what, baby. You can tell me anything, especially when I’m between your legs.”

“It’s embarrassing.”

“I’ve got your pussy juice on my face, you have your legs spread open for me lying on my bed where no other woman has ever been, you don’t need to be embarrassed about anything, spit it out or I won’t lick this pretty little pussy anymore until you tell me.”

My cock is hard as a steel spike and throbbing. I shift against the mattress, grinding down for some friction.

“What if I can’t…like, come. I told you the other day, that was my first orgasm.

I honestly think I’m broken, it’s so hard for me.

I just sort of gave up trying. I don’t want you to feel…

like it’s not fun for me or you’re not good at it if I don’t—” She twists her face, eyes shut then finishes, “Make me come.”

Jesus. This girl.

“Baby.” LICK. “You.” LICK. “Are.” LICK. “Delicious.”

I reach up and roll her nipple between my fingers.

“Stop trying to come. You’re thinking too fucking much.

In fact, I order you right fucking now, just lay there, don’t think, keep these legs open, and understand having my mouth on your pussy is about the closest to heaven I’ll ever get.

So, let me lick and suck and play down here like you’re my own personal pink, wet playground.

What happens, happens, my ego is not your problem. ”

My hand leaves her tit to circle her entrance, collecting the warmth, sliding fingers inside, stretching her tight. Her sex gives a soft squelch.

“Your cunt is happy, orgasm or not, soaking wet and begging for more of Daddy’s tongue.” I growl, licking the sensitive skin above her clit while my fingers pump in and out, nice and tight. “Didn’t even know your cunt could get so wet, did you?”

She answers with a warm gush, soaking my hand and my lips.

“Just let it feel good, baby. That’s all you need to do.”

I take my time. Soft, then harder, nipping, listening to her breathing, the way her body tenses then relaxes, she’s telling me everything I need to know, and my mouth is speaking her language.

When I feel the tension in her thighs melt away, I go hard.

It’s all clit now, I give it a hero’s effort, whipping my tongue around in circles, then back and forth, up and down until it damn near gets a Charlie horse, but she’s moving with me now, a hand slaps on top of my head, fingers tugging my hair.

She throws her arm over her face her little whimpering cries softening. “I... Colt—"

She doesn’t need to finish. Her body tells me everything. Hips twisting, fingers clawing, her hole clenching around my fingers. Then her back arches, a sharp cry escaping her lips and all that warm sweetness floods my tongue.

Her orgasm is a revelation, and I lap at it while my balls tighten dangerously close to exploding. “Yes, little girl,” I vibrate against her. “Call me Daddy when I’m licking your pussy.”

“Daddy.” She crumbles in a convulsion mixed with a sob. She’s letting it all go, and I’m here for it. Fucking honored, if I’m being honest. My chest puffs up like she’s just put the gold fucking medal around my neck.

“Such a good girl,” I lick my way up her quivering belly. “So perfect for me.”

Skin flushed, eyes glazed, hair spread across my pillow like my own personal porn channel.

"You're still dressed," she says, a little desperation in her eyes, reaching for my shirt with shaking hands.

I catch her wrists, pinning them above her head with one of mine. The sight of her spread out beneath me, naked and flushed and mine, makes something feral claw at my insides.

I’m never fucking letting her go. I already know I love this girl.