Page 16 of Huckleberry Hill (Saddles & Spurs #1)

Chapter Fifteen

The Ranch

Declan rolled off the bed and stood. He grasped the band of his sweats and shoved them down his legs.

My eyes widened in surprise.

He grasped his erection and gave it a few long, slow pumps.

“You worried about my size?” he asked gruffly. “Don’t worry, you can take me.”

“I wasn’t worried about your size,” I stated. “I was just surprised you weren’t wearing underwear. Were you just hoping to get lucky?”

“If I was hoping to get lucky, don’t you think I would’ve bought condoms?” His eyes pinned me with a stare. “You sure you’re okay with this? If not, say the word and I’ll get creative and find other ways to make you come again.”

I wasn’t sure if it was the bourbon or just Declan, but I didn’t want to turn back. I wanted all the pleasure he could offer me.

“Hadley?”

“I want you, Declan,” I assured him. “And I want you now.”

He squeezed his shaft and then released it before climbing back onto the bed. His crown glistened and my mouth watered. I wanted to taste him and almost vocalized my desire, but he slid the head of his shaft against my entrance, and I forgot to think.

“You’re fucking beautiful,” he growled.

The tip of him glided in and then he sank all the way inside me to the hilt. We both groaned in pleasure. I could feel every bit of him. He was big and girthy, and when I clenched around him, he shuddered.

He cradled the back of my neck with one hand and grabbed my leg with the other. I lifted it and wrapped it around his hip.

I took him deeper, meeting him thrust for thrust. My nails scored his back as he drove into me. Relentless. Ruthless.

The bed frame smacked against the wall with each robust movement. Our skin heated, our breaths mingled, our kisses were torrid.

“Hadley,” he rasped.

I lifted both my legs straight in the air and widened them. He angled inside me, hitting the exact spot I needed, and I cried out my release.

As the waves of pleasure tore through, Declan slammed into me one final time and came. He gasped and shuddered with the force of his orgasm.

I felt the heat of him deep inside me.

Declan gathered me into his arms and pressed a kiss to my forehead, and then my nose, and then my lips.

He then slid out of me; I quivered as he went.

“Don’t move,” he stated.

He padded naked to the bathroom. After a few moments, I heard running water. Declan returned with a washcloth.

I held out my hand for it, but he batted me away and gently tapped my thigh. “Open.”

“You don’t have to do that,” I said, embarrassment coating my voice.

“Yes, I do. Open,” he commanded again.

I did as he bid, my cheeks flaming in heat.

“Why are you embarrassed?” he asked as he chucked the soiled washcloth into the laundry bin in the corner of the room.

“I just have never had anyone . . .” I sat up and looked around for my T-shirt, only to realize it was still in the living room. I folded my arms across my chest. “Can I get a shirt?”

He raised his brows and then sat down on the bed next to me. “What’s going on, Hadley?”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, why are you being shy? There’s no reason for you to be shy. I was just inside you.”

“Declan!”

He grinned. “Come on, let’s get under the covers and get at least a few hours of sleep.”

“I can’t sleep over. I’ve got to get back to the main house before my dad wakes up.”

“So wait, you come over here, drink my bourbon, seduce me, and then you won’t even spoon me?”

“Who seduced who?”

“Let’s just call it an equal opportunity seduce-fest.” He grinned again. “And if you give me the chance, I’ll do it again.”

“As much fun as that sounds, I don’t think it’s a good idea.”

“Why not?”

“Well, for the obvious reason.”

“My job and The Rule?”

I nodded.

“A little late for that. We crossed the line.”

“Yeah.” I sighed. “It’s my fault we crossed the line.”

He raised his brows. “How do you figure?”

“I shouldn’t have come back here with you. I could’ve—should’ve—gone back to the main house. I definitely shouldn’t have let you make me food or drank your bourbon. And I definitely shouldn’t have . . . well, ya know.”

“Come on my tongue?”

“ Stop ,” I hissed.

“Oh God, this is going to be so much fun.”

I frowned. “What’s going to be fun?”

“Making you blush. I plan on finding out at least three new ways to make you blush by the end of the week.”

“Declan,” I began. “We can’t.”

“Why not? We’ve already done it. Do you regret it already?”

“I really wish I wasn’t naked having this conversation,” I muttered. “And I definitely wish you weren’t naked.”

“Why? Because you’re distracted by my virile man-pelt?” He ran his hand across his chest. “Touch it. You know you want to.”

“Oh my God,” I moaned. “You’re never going to let me live that down.”

Declan leaned over, all but tackling me to the bed. He caged me in, propping himself up on his elbows so he didn’t crush me.

“I’m willing to risk sneaking around if you are,” he said.

“Why?” I asked with a frown. “Why would you do that?”

“Uh, hello. I’ve got you naked in my bed. Why wouldn’t I do everything in my power to keep you naked in my bed?”

I bit my lip to stop my smile. “But what about your job?”

“There will always be other jobs. Besides, I did okay on the rodeo circuit. I’ve got a bit of nest egg.”

I ran my hand along his jaw and up through his hair. “I’m not worth the trouble. I’ve got a lot of stuff going on upstairs.” I tapped the side of my head.

“You think you’re not worth the trouble?” His expression clouded. “Why the hell would you think that?”

“Declan, it’s nearly four in the morning. Do we have to do this right now?”

“No,” he admitted. “We don’t. But at some point we’re going to talk about it and we’re going to talk about what the hell happened with you and your fiancé because he?—”

I lifted up and quickly covered his lips with mine.

“Are you trying to distract me?” he murmured against my mouth.

“Yes.”

He deepened the kiss, and I sank into it. Declan was warm and comforting and he smelled like us—the unique scent that could only come from two people’s intimacy.

“Declan,” I murmured. “I’ve really got to go.”

He sighed but reluctantly released me. He reached for his sweats and quickly pulled them on. “Hang on, I’ll get your clothes.”

Declan went out to the living room and then returned to the bedroom with his T-shirt and sweats.

I quickly threw them on and then followed Declan out into the living room.

“Socks,” he said. “Hang on.”

He went and grabbed me a pair of wool socks and then opened the door to get my boots. I sat down on the couch and put them on. Declan held up my coat and I shoved my arms into the sleeves.

Instead of releasing me, he clasped my shoulders and turned me around. He kissed my lips before pulling back.

“Don’t be shy with me, Hadley.”

“Okay.” I hunched my neck so my chin disappeared, causing him to laugh. He hugged me to him.

“We’ll work on it. Let’s go.”

“Go where?”

“I’m walking you back to the main house.”

“I’ve got bear spray. Besides, if you walk back with me at this hour it’ll raise questions if anyone hears us.”

He raked a hand through his hair. “I don’t like that.”

“Tough.”

I kissed him one last time and then wiggled out of his embrace. I quietly trekked to the main house and took off my boots when I got to the front porch. The house was dark and I listened for sounds of movement.

There were none.

I shut the door quietly and then padded upstairs, grimacing when I forgot to avoid the squeaky stair.

When I got to the second floor, my grandmother’s bedroom door opened and I came face to face with her.

We stared at one another but neither of us said a word. She looked me up and down and then she walked past me to the hall bathroom, like I wasn’t even there.

I went into my bedroom and shut the door. I stripped out of Declan’s clothes and shoved them into the back of my closet and then changed into my own pajamas. I climbed into bed and pulled the covers up to my neck.

My phone was resting on the nightstand, and it lit up with a text but didn’t vibrate because I’d put it on silent. I grabbed it and opened the screen.

Declan

Good night, bear snack.

I set my phone back on the nightstand.

“Crap.”