Page 21 of Roots of Redemption (Hicks Creek #4)

Chapter Seventeen

Wade

“ I ’m not your girl,” she hisses. “You’re my boss.”

My fists clench at my side as I fight the urge to swing at this man.

“That’s what I meant,” he laughs again as he winks at me. “I came to collect the samples and see what we’re working with.”

“How did you even know where I was?”

“You used your travel card to book,” he shrugs nonchalantly as he looks around. “Since I’m here and haven’t found another place to stay.”

“There’s some room in the bunkhouse with our ranch hands,” I offer quickly as I take a step forward.

Robbie smirks, looking around me to where Sutton is standing. “I thought we’d save the company money by…”

“No,” she says firmly. “That’s inappropriate and not happening.”

She turns on her heel and stalks back to her truck.

“She loves to play hard to get,” he says in a low voice with a chuckle.

He tries to take a step past me, but I move in front of him again. I cross my arms in front of my chest.

“The bunkhouse has lovely accommodations. Otherwise, you’ll have to take your chances in town.”

“Who do—” he starts with a low growl.

“Here are the samples,” Sutton says quickly as she shoves a soft cooler into his hands.

“As far as checking the cattle or whatever else you have planned. It’s not happening.

You know nothing about cattle or a ranch outside of a textbook.

I’m going to shower and go to bed. It’s late.

If you’d like to see what we’re working with, then you can be up with me at sunrise to do herd checks.

Wade’s ranch and my father’s have been hit the hardest.”

“Why are you staying here instead of at your dad’s?”

“You know the answer to that. Stop trying to push buttons,” she hisses.

I was initially a little overprotective, but damn if this woman can’t handle herself. I should’ve known that.

She stalks toward the guest house without another word. I turn to look at Ronnie. He rolls his eyes and goes back to his car.

I guess the bunkhouse wasn’t good enough for him.

He tears back down the driveway and heads toward town. I shake my head. I clean up everything with the tractor quickly; my attention keeps returning to the guest house, though.

I go into the house and wash up, but I’m pacing the kitchen like a caged animal.

Just go check on her already.

Caleb is sound asleep, so I walk out the front door, closing it softly behind me as I jog across the yard to where the guest house sits. I can hear her singing and moving about inside. I knock on the door.

Shit. I should have brought some beer or wine, something. I shouldn’t have shown up empty-handed, that’s for damn sure.

The door opens, and she’s standing on the other side in a tank top and shorts; her hair is still wet from her shower. I lick my lips and swallow hard.

“You okay?” I ask gruffly.

She raises her eyebrows at me as she nods. “Did you need something?”

“Do you need something?” I repeat.

Did I hit my head today? Why did I just ask her the same thing she asked me?

“I’m fine, Wade. Is that all you needed?”

I need you, damn it. I’ve been thinking about kissing her all day. I want to feel her in my arms, to feel her pussy wrapped around me. I need to be inside her so that maybe I can think straight again.

I look back at her. She’s biting her bottom lip, and I can’t control my urges any longer. Before I can take another step forward, she grabs my shirt and tugs me into her.

She lets out a gasp as if she’s surprised by her own actions.

“Ronnie won’t interrupt this time,” she breathes.

Her mouth covers mine, and she melts into me. Her arms wrap around my neck, her hand taking my cowboy hat off my head and putting it on her own before her fingers thread through my hair.

I move so that her back is against the wall, my mouth moving down to kiss her neck while my hands continue cupping and rubbing her butt cheeks. She uses her hands in my hair to direct me down to her breasts.

“Wade, fuuuuuuckkkk,” she groans in the sexiest breathy voice.

The bulge in my pants is straining to break free.

My head dips down, my hand going up to pull one of her beautiful breasts out of her blue tank top.

My thumb runs across her taut nipple, watching it pebble.

She thrusts forward while forcing my head down to it.

My tongue darts out, teasing the sensitive tip before taking it fully into my mouth.

Her hands grip the back of my head, urging me on.

My other hand slowly slides under her shorts, finding that she isn’t wearing any panties.

I groan against her breast before I run my finger lightly over her wet folds, causing her to shiver beneath me.

She bucks as my tongue moves in the same circular motion on her nipple that my fingers are making on her clit.

Her breathing is ragged and she’s gripping my hair for dear life. She thrashes wildly, moaning my name in the sexiest way. One finger slips inside of her while my thumb plays on her clit.

She’s practically gushing her juices all over me.

She comes so easily for me, just like she did in Texas all those years ago.

It’s like her body responds to the slightest touch from me.

She was confident that day in the barn, but there’s something so primal and hungry mixed in with that confidence now. It’s sexy as hell.

“You’ve got a lot of pent-up stress, baby; why don’t you let go and let me take care of it?”

She whimpers, her head rolling back as another finger slides inside her. She sucks in a breath before moaning loudly.

“Wade,” she breathes.

Her eyes flutter open, locking with mine. She looks so vulnerable, so needy. I can tell she’s at the edge, just waiting for me to take her over.

I start kissing her again, this time more urgently, my hands not able to stay away from her body. She gasps into the kiss as I pin her more firmly against the wall.

My fingers curl inside her, my thumb still applying pressure to her swollen clit. She’s practically riding my hand, lost in the throes of it all. She’s moaning against me, her tongue tangling with mine.

Her walls begin clenching me tightly, her thighs gripping me as her body starts convulsing.

“Wade, please. Fuck. I want your cock in me.”

I slow down what I’m doing, and she whimpers before she cries out, gripping me tighter.

“No, please don’t stop. Fuck. Please don’t stop. I’m so close. I just can’t.”

“Let go for me, Sutton. Let me feel that beautiful pussy soak me. I want to lick you off my fingers and taste your sweet juices.”

She groans. I let out a low growl in her ear before I twist her nipple in my finger, pinching it tightly as I tug on it. I nibble on her neck.

“God, yes! Fuck, Wade!”

Her head is thrown back, her eyes rolled in the back of her head as her entire body tenses, and she begins thrusting wildly on my hand.

“Please don’t stop. Please don’t stop. Oh, God, yes!”

I keep going, relishing the sounds of her pleasure. Her body thrashes beneath me as she approaches her peak again. I kiss her passionately, our tongues dueling as I stroke her sensitively. She needs only a moment more, and I’m determined to give it to her.

“Wade, please,” she whimpers, her voice shaky. “I need you in me.”

I want nothing more than to bury myself inside her, to feel the warmth of her body surrounding me as I take her to the pinnacle of ecstasy.

This isn’t about me right now, though. I want to show her that I’m not going anywhere, that I’ll treat her like a princess, spoil her rotten, and love her right. I’ve spent far too long being angry at this woman for something I had no business being angry at her for.

She needs to see my apology, my intentions, my wants, my attraction, as I cater to her needs for once. Something tells me she’s not used to anyone else taking care of her in any way.

As she reaches the peak of her orgasm, her eyes flash open, meeting mine with pure lust and passion. She’s begging me for more, for release, and I can’t resist any longer.

With one swift motion, I pull away from her mouth and slide down her body until my face is level with her soaking wet core.

I move her shorts out of my way. I inhale deeply, taking in her intoxicating scent before running my tongue up her inner thigh, causing her to cry out again.

Her knees buckle, but she grips onto my shoulders and head to hold her up.

She whimpers my name, gripping my hair even tighter as I tease her with feather light kisses before finally taking her clit into my mouth. Her sweet juices flow freely now as she moans loudly, a mixture of pleasure and desperation in her voice.

I slide two fingers inside her again as my tongue dances across her most sensitive spots. She’s writhing beneath me, gasping for breath as another orgasm takes over her body.

“Wade, I’m going to…Ahh!” she cries out.

Her fingers grip my shoulders, digging in as if she’s trying to pull me closer. Her hips buck wildly, matching the rhythm of my tongue and fingers. Her moans are so loud that I can hear them even though her mouth is filled with my name.

She’s squirting all over me and I can’t get enough of her.

“Oh God, yes! Yes, like that!” she cries out. “Fuck me, Wade! Fuck me!”

I keep going until she’s trembling, breathing heavily, and her legs give out. I catch her easily and kiss her softly.

She’s in another world, her eyes are closed as she tries to focus on her breathing. I pull the sheets back and deposit her under them before pulling them up and over her.

“Wait, what…I…”

I kiss her on the mouth before I pull away and look into her eyes.

“You need your sleep, darlin’. I’ll see you in the morning. Sweet dreams.”

She starts to protest but it’s clear she doesn’t have the energy. I grab my hat and walk out the door, locking it behind me.