Page 17 of Saddled in Secrets (Cloverleaf Meadows #2)

B ianca’s meaning becomes clear later that evening.I thump my head against her bedroom door when a low buzz kicks on. This scene is painfully familiar.

My cock throbs, demanding I change the script. As tempting as it was, I never barged in on her while we were in Germany. At the time, I assumed those were meant to be private moments. It’s becoming clear now—as I hear her moans rise in volume—that Bianca is doing this on purpose.

The doorknob gets hot under my hand while I stay still.

If I storm in there, our dynamic will shift.

But isn’t that the point? There’s more to our story than unrequited love.

That term burns in my gut until it festers.

I’ve used it before, but that was back when I chose to deny myself.

It’s different now. I want her to become just as obsessed.

Bianca moans as if agreeing to my terms. But then she voices her actual desire. “Ohhhh, Scout. I’ve missed you.”

That damn name stops me cold. Something dark and ugly twists inside me. If she’s fantasizing about another man in there…

Nope, fuck it. I’m crashing into her room before logic can stop me. My knees threaten to buckle as lust clouds my vision. I’ve pictured this moment countless times and the vision in front of me puts my wildest dreams to shame.

Bianca doesn’t flinch—or pause—when I halt at the foot of her bed. “Hey, Stalker.”

But her greeting doesn’t penetrate. I’m too distracted by her naked body sprawled out on the pink sheets I bought.

The soft glow in the room allows me to see every exposed inch of her.

My concentration bounces over bare flesh and unbridled passion, unsure where to focus first. As if that’s not enough, her lilac perfume works quickly to intoxicate my willpower.

The delicate scent blends flawlessly with wanton seduction, lulling me into a trance. It’s an overload of sexual stimulation.

Bianca whimpers while sliding the purple vibrator along her slick center.

The thrusting mode is turned on low, just as a slow tease.

That lazy motion paired with the quiet humming snatches my attention.

I stare, completely captivated, as the silicone dildo glides forward in a smooth sweep.

Her wrist rotates in a circle, adding pressure.

A pitiful noise escapes me when she taps the head to the top of her mound.

She doesn’t use the attached vibrator meant for her clit—not yet.

This is just a rehearsal and I’m the lucky bastard with a front row seat.

All I can do is gawk at her presentation.

That’s precisely what Bianca is doing in this explicit position.

Just as I envisioned, her legs are bent and stretched wide.

That puts her pussy on display for me. Her arousal glistens in the dim lighting.

She’s already so damn wet. My mouth opens, jaw hanging slack, in desperate need for a taste.

“Just gonna stand there?” Her smoky tone curls around me like temptation.

I nod dumbly. That’s the extent of my capabilities at the moment.

“Pity.” The bold seductress pouts. “I’ve been waiting for you to finally join me.”

That jostles me from the clutches of dumbstruck awe. Her meaning punches through the lust, but doesn’t make sense. She’s just getting started. Unless…

Bianca grins when I widen my eyes. “That’s right, Cowboy. I heard you jerking off to me all the way back in Germany. You’re less subtle than you think.”

Words continue to fail me. My brain hurts along with my balls, but shame holds no space in this scenario.

It’s not a secret that I want her with every fiber of my being.

She’s perfect. Mesmerizing. The type of beauty that can make me crawl across the floor and beg.

I allow my stare to roam along her generous curves.

Her tan skin looks softer than satin. My empty palms clench at nothing, wishing her supple breasts were filling my grasp.

She’s thick in all the right places and can take every inch that I want to give her.

The sight of her is too much. Fuck, I could come from just looking at her.

And she knows it. Bianca arches her back, putting her pointy nipples on better display. “Why don’t you come closer?”

That would be the end of this charade. I force my feet to remain planted on the floor. A challenge sparks in her hooded gaze. She lifts a hand to cup her tit while dragging the vibrator through her slippery slit. The toy is lubed in her desire, proving she’s practically weeping for me.

My cock complains again, an ache spreading through the hard length.

I’d whip it out but that would require me to use energy on something other than drooling over her.

As if hearing my dick cry out for mercy, Bianca lowers her eyes to the bulge in my jeans.

When she licks her lips, I damn near faint.

“Does that hurt?” The concern in her voice tries to lure me.

I grunt when my cock twitches. “Nah, I’m used to it.”

“Why torture yourself?” A quiver works through her from toes to tits when she hits a good spot. “Just go with the flow.”

My scowl is aimed at the shit decision to deprive myself. Surrender would be very sweet. But Bianca isn’t just a random girl. I refuse to treat her like one. She doesn’t get to pretend this is meaningless either. The reinforced resolve must show on my face.

“C’mon, Stalker. Play with me,” she croons and rolls her hips.

“You haven’t agreed to be mine.”

“Just once,” she whines.

“Real cute,” I chuckle, the gritty noise a stark contrast to her breathy moans. “If we head down this road, there’s no stopping.”

“Does that include a mutual masturbation session?”

My restraint wavers, but I smother the weakness. “Can’t cross this line.”

“Until I’m committed to hopelessly falling in love with you?”

“Yes,” I grind out. I’m nothing if not dedicated to what I want.

But Bianca is more willful than a wild mustang. Her stubborn streak won’t let her bend to my demands. The gleam in her green eyes confirms as much.

“What if that doesn’t happen?”

“Then we pretend this didn’t either.” I gesture at her bare body.

Bianca blinks innocently. “Does that mean you’ll quit stalking me?”

Never. But I probably shouldn’t admit that freely.

“I won’t stop protecting you regardless of your feelings toward me.”

Her eyes narrow like a whip lashing out to reprimand me. “That’s not what I asked.”

The truth climbs up my throat, but I’ve already spilled enough secrets for one day. “I should leave.”

“You should stroke your cock for me.”

My pants remain firmly fastened. “Are you gonna be mine?”

“Maybe for tonight.”

“Not good enough. It feels wrong seeing you like this unless there’s more to us.” But my protest is barely a grumble.

“You’re getting paid to watch me. Might as well get a private view.” Her husky tone fondles my balls until I’m ready to blow. “This fake dick is gonna stuff me to the brim.”

Bianca begins pushing the dildo shaft into her sex. I grind my molars, trying to rip my stare off her temptation. It’s useless. My resolve is no match for her bold fuckery. She’s brazen and eager and stripping away my resistance with each seductive whisper.

My full concentration feasts on her pussy stretching around the plastic girth.

The toy hums, pumping into her gently. She grinds into the motion and mewls loudly.

This rodeo princess is a natural exhibitionist in the arena, but I didn’t realize that trait extended to the bedroom.

Murky shadows tint the edges of my vision.

No, I can’t accept that. Not unless it’s a brand-new habit to rile me.

While grasping at the remaining tatters of my control, I’m reminded that she had someone else on her mind not too long ago. “Who the fuck is Scout?”

Her pouty lips curl into a seductive grin. “Jealous?”

“Yes.”

“Good,” she purrs. “Maybe that’ll spur you in the right direction.”

“Dammit, Bianca.”

She laughs, the syrupy tune pumping my arousal. “I can always rely on Scout to handle my needs.”

With the vibrator shoved to the hilt, she bucks her hips at a sultry tempo. Her eyes slide shut as if her imagination will do the honors of conjuring better company. That won’t do. I’m the only man she thinks about while that pretty pussy drips.

“Keep ‘em open,” I bark.

Her lips curve as she disobeys. “Or what?”

“Princess.” My voice is rough, on the edge of breaking.

She flutters her lashes to taunt me. “Am I being a brat?”

“Yes.”

“Are you gonna punish me?”

I shake my head, trying to clear the lust. “Can’t.”

“Should I punish myself?” Her painted toes curl into the blankets when she slowly withdraws the toy.

“How…?” My voice cracks and I clear my throat. “How might you do that?”

“I won’t come unless you do.” The soft thrum from the vibrator cuts off.

“That’s not fair.” We both don’t need to suffer.

Bianca shrugs, totally unbothered. “Then do something about it.”

“Not until you’re mine.”

“Kinky ultimatum.” She huffs and squirms on the mattress. “Why can’t we just get off together? There’s no harm in that.”

“It’s all or nothing for me, Princess.” But I’m already too invested to turn away.

“Is that why you barged in here? You assumed I’d give in,” she accuses without malice.

“If I did, you’d be in a much more agreeable mood.” And she wouldn’t mention Scout ever again.

Bianca holds up the purple wand that’s coated in her desire. “Recognize this beauty?”

It’s a rhetorical question. There’s no mistaking the Kaya Thrusting G-Spot Heating Rabbit that I slid into her drawer.

My vision distorts when she resumes fucking herself with the dildo, filling her pussy in a fluid motion.

The quiet hum of the thrust setting kicks on and she swivels to hit that secret spot deep inside.

I swallow roughly, but it’s impossible to speak.

She grins. “Mhmm, me too. Some might find it odd to discover their favorite type of sex toy in the nightstand of a bedroom that doesn’t belong to them. I’m choosing to be grateful since I forgot mine at home. The clit stimulator is top notch.”

And that’s when she flips on the vibration feature.

Her breath hitches when the smaller tip finds its mark.

She arches off the bed, the delicate curve meant to entice.

My gaze devours the spectacle while I fight with the last of my resolve.

The dildo remains fully seated inside her while she begins to rub the stimulator over her clit.

From where I stand, she’s the definition of an erotic illusion.

The alluring spectacle will vanish if I blink.

Indecision is a breeze disrupting the careful balance I’ve maintained for five years. Bianca is my best friend’s younger sister. She’s also the love of my life. It goes against my moral code to shackle her to me, but I’m relieved we’ve finally reached this point.

The conflict makes my head spin. I need to get ahold of myself.

But my leer is roaming over her bare curves again in the next instant.

She’s lush and warm and begging for relief.

Bianca’s heavy-lidded gaze admires me in return.

Those green eyes rove across my heaving chest, trailing lower while she pumps the toy in and out at a leisurely pace.

Why is she torturing me? She knows that I’m crazy about her.

The truth has been spilling out of me like a broken pipe.

Is this a test? I’m going to fail. This is how she wins.

It’s only a matter of time until she claims victory in this battle of wills.

The sparkle in her eyes is already accepting my defeat.

“What do you want from me?” The hitch in my voice might as well be a white flag.

She curls her index finger, beckoning me. “Your surrender.”

My gulp is thick. I promised myself I’d never let anyone control me again, but this is different. Bianca isn’t using her power over me to inflict harm. Her body craves pleasure and passion. I can give that to her without abandoning my plans.

“Can I touch you?”

“Only if I get to touch you,” she murmurs.

I shake my head immediately. “That’s not an option.”

“Then touch yourself. I want to watch you for a change.” Her hips roll forward, desperate for relief.

My cock leaks in response. I’m already so close.

Bianca stretches her legs, splitting her naked thighs wider.

The stark difference in our state of undress isn’t lost on me.

I need the clothes as a defense. If I shuck the layers, nothing will stop me from hauling her against me.

And then I’ll forget why I’m withholding sex.

The quiet buzz of her toy accompanies our labored exhales. We stare in silence. Three more seconds tick by. In the end, my obsession demands I claim her. Once and for all.

All she has to do is compromise.

“Tell me you’ll at least consider it,” I rasp.

“And if I do?”

“You’ll earn a reward.” I take a step closer to the bed, widening my stance. Renewed confidence puffs my chest when her gaze roves me. The desire in those green eyes isn’t misplaced. “I can make you come harder than you ever have before.”

A bright flush races up her slender throat, painting her cheeks red. “I like the sound of that.”

“Have you ever squirted, baby girl?”

She sucks in a sharp breath. “I don’t think so.”

“You’d know if you have. I can do that for you.” The bulge straining against the front of my jeans is very confident.

Bianca licks her lips. “Prove it.”

“Only if you agree to give me a chance.”