Page 132 of Rocky Mountain Home

He took control then, locking her in place with his hands so his tongue could explore. Leisurely at first, slipping through her folds as if he were on a casual exploration. Licking with tiny motions over her clit. Her hips quivered as he increased pressure, stabbing his tongue deeper. Fucking her with it as he caressed her ass and stroked her smooth skin.

His cock was hard, his balls buzzing, his mouth watering with the taste of her. Every time she moaned it encouraged him, and he fucked her harder. Licked more. Teased and taunted until her clit was all but vibrating under his tongue.

He stroked a finger between her ass cheeks and teased there as well. All of her. He wanted every fucking bit of her.

Dare threaded the fingers of her free hand through his hair then clenched them into a fist. “Oh, God. I’m so close.”

Jesse hummed his encouragement, licking greedily. Needing to hear her go over the edge. Needing to send her there.

Another sharp tug at his head was joined by a low gasp, and she rocked over him, grinding down on his face as she came. He didn’t slow, didn’t ease off, and she swore, wiggling to get away from his relentless mouth.

He rolled her to the side, ripping open his jeans so he could haul his cock into his hand.

Dare relaxed into a puddle in front of him, legs open, wetness from his mouth and her orgasm painting the lips of her pussy. Her heavy breasts moved with every hard breath she panted out even as her satisfied smile turned her into an erotic statue before him.

“So freaking gorgeous.” Inspiration hit, and he reached between her legs, rubbing as gently as possible when everything in him screamed to go hard and fast. Heat and wetness covered his palm as he stroked, and Dare groaned again, her eyes widening as she realized what he was up to.

“You’re a dirty bastard,” she whispered. “You’re going to make me hot all over again.

“Yup,” he agreed. He stroked his fingers into her, shaking with need as he pulled back and covered his cock with her moisture.

“Much better.” He pumped hard, stroking over the head and using his thumb on the most sensitive spot as he let his gaze drift over her. “Touch your tits for me. Hold them up. That’s it. Now open your legs, darlin’. God damn. So fucking right. Every inch of you is perfect and so fucking delicious, and later I’m going to fuck you from one end to the other, but right now…?”

He was seconds away from losing control. The sight of her all sexy and sated made him sweat. A pretty flush coloured her cheeks, partly from her orgasm and the rest from watching him jerk himself off. Her gaze was fixed on his fist where the head of his cock appeared over and over.

She licked her lips, and lightning sizzled up his spine. Dare wiggled upright, her breasts shifting, and he let loose a long, needy moan. And when she reached for him, fingers dusting his thigh, that was it. That was all it took to shove him over the edge.

Semen exploded from his cock to land in stripes over her breasts and belly. He knelt on the bed, determined to mark her all over, like a fucking caveman, branding her with his come.

Asshole move, maybe, but Dare didn’t seem to mind. Instead she hummed happily, dragging a finger through a streak of white, and another hard jolt hit.

“You’ve fucking killed me,” Jesse complained as he collapsed to the mattress beside her, happy but spent.

“Hmm. You’re a messy creature,” she teased, rubbing her palms over her naked curves and covering herself with his seed. “Since I’m all sticky and messy—what else can we do that’s dirty? I’ll have to go have a shower before bed, anyway.”

She knew exactly how to bring a dead man back to life. His blood heated to boiling and his heart pounded. “I have a few ideas,” he offered, crawling over her and taking her lips.

Round two, starting now.

Chapter Twenty-Five

Blog post: Dates and Time

When people warn that the older you get, the faster time flies, it scares me. I can’t imagine the days disappearing any quicker than they already do.

It’s the beginning of August. It’s been just over two weeks since we moved to Rocky.

It’s been less than a month since we showed up for our first visit.

We won’t talk about how short a time on the calendar it’s been since Buckaroo announced he was planning to impact my life, but I’m already twenty-seven weeks into this pregnancy gig. Just three months to go before the kid stops poking me from the inside. Although, don’t get me wrong. I’m not complaining because that is one cool sensation.

But here I am, having new adventures and new challenges, and I swear every day disappears before I’ve had a chance to fully wake up… Did I mention I’m hanging around with a shit-ton of Colemans? Me, the person who barely recognizes my own face in the mirror in the morning, suddenly has a lot of faces to put names to. I apologize again, cousin Steve, for walking straight past you the other day. You were very gracious to accept “pregnancy brain” as an excuse for my forgetfulness.

To my reading audience, remember how I mentioned the Colemans are pretty much all cut from the same cloth? There is no way I shouldn’t have recognized him as a relative.

Maybe time is moving so fast he was blurry—

The days fell into the familiar routine of ranch work, very much the same as what Jesse had experienced since the time he was old enough to toddle after his dad to help with chores. The only difference was now Jesse didn’t get to work side by side with his brothers as often since Blake had him on rotation as one of the hands. Sometimes an edge of frustration struck before Jesse shoved it down mercilessly and focused instead on all the privileges he’d been granted that he didn’t really deserve.