Page 27 of Saddled in Secrets (Cloverleaf Meadows #2)

B ianca looks ready to throttle me. “That’s not funny, Stalker.”

“Good thing I didn’t tell a joke.”

“We’re not having this conversation again,” she snaps.

“Fine by me. Are you hungry? I can grill some steaks for dinner.”

“The only meat I want is yours. It’s time to deliver, big boy.” She makes a grabby-hands gesture at my groin.

“I’m not on the menu.”

“Then I shouldn’t have been either. What the fuck, Colt?”

My lips quirk. “Haven’t called me that in ages.”

“Don’t act cute.” Her finger wags at me. “You owe me a solid dicking.”

“Or what?”

Bianca’s nostrils flare as if fire is spewing out. “This could be considered a betrayal. Awful soon to be going back on your word.”

Laughter brews in my gut. Damn, I love when she gets riled up. This feisty version is almost as enticing as her submissive side. Eh, who am I kidding? I’m obsessed with every variation of this woman.

Which is why I still don’t budge. It might piss her off, but I’m not backing down.

Unfortunately for me and my resistance, her naked body is still on full display. My gaze roams freely while I fight the instinct to claim her as mine. She’s still not ready. That doesn’t stop me from appreciating our progress.

There’s a flush covering her chest, looping up her slender throat like a collar.

The urge to place my hand there and feel her pulse leap beneath my touch inches me forward.

Bianca forces out a harsh exhale, which lowers my gaze.

Her tits tremble from her labored breathing.

Mine races to match as I force my feet to remain planted on the floor.

My cock throbs painfully. I’ll need to relieve the pressure soon or I won’t be able to focus on fulfilling her needs.

As if listening to my meal plan, Bianca scoots higher on the bed.

That subtle shift draws my attention between her splayed legs.

The delicate skin on her inner thighs is slightly chafed from my stubble.

Fuck, she wears a brand from me. That plunges irrational satisfaction into my veins and fills me with the demand to take her.

The temptation is strong, especially with the taste of her pussy on my lips. I’m already craving another dose of her tangy honey. It’s maddening. I snap the two hair ties on my wrist, but it only fans the flames. The sting is similar to when I lightly spank her ass.

Whatever expression Bianca catches on my face has her grinning like a pampered princess about to get her way. I’m weak and she can see straight through the cracks. She props herself against the headboard, crooking a finger at me to come-hither.

“Take off your pants, Stalker.” The seductress motions to my belt buckle. “Or I’ll do it for you.”

I shake my head, not trusting my voice or my fraying control.

Her confidence wavers and she tucks herself into a defensive position. “Why don’t you want to have sex? I thought that’s why we came up here. Now you’re giving me a complex.”

The fact that she’s hiding herself from me is a punch to the gut, but I won’t be swayed. “I want to make love. You’re not ready for that.”

Bianca flinches and curls her body into a tighter ball. “Gosh, I feel like a sleazy asshole.”

Every muscle in my body screams to shield her from the hurt I’m causing. “Furthest thing from it. You’re everything to me, Princess. That’s why I’m holding off on surrendering completely. I’m fucked either way, but I’d prefer if we’re screwed together.”

Her smile is almost shy. “That makes your kinky ultimatum sound very explicit.”

“Am I worth the wait?” The vulnerable edge in my tone is reserved solely for her.

“Obviously.” Bianca sighs, resting her chin on her bent knee. “Are you gonna put out after our first date?”

“If you’re at least halfway in love with me.”

Her eyes narrow as if she’s about to argue. But then the tension bleeds from her features. “Okay, fine. I’ll stop pressuring you to have sexual intercourse.”

That choice of phrasing alerts my sixth sense. I know better than to accept an easy surrender from her. “What’s the catch?”

“You let me return the favor. Tit for tat and all that.” Bianca swings her legs off the bed and stands to face me. “It’s betrayal tax.”

I get lightheaded at the fantasy alone. “You’re offering to give me a blowjob?”

“I like doing it, but only to you,” she repeats my words back to me.

Her toned legs stalk toward me like I’m her prey.

It’s a title I’ll gladly boast about. My attention is riveted on the unique shape of her torso.

That sharp angle on her right side digs in deeper when she swings her hips.

The left juts out like a stubborn streak.

I’m lured into a trance by her quirky curves.

All. Fucking. Mine. It’s a miracle that I stand my ground as she kneels in front of me.

“You’ve planned so much for me, right down to a plastic sheet to protect our new mattress.” Bianca palms the bulge straining against faded denim. “You deserve a reward.”

That slight friction hardens my dick into steel. I can already feel precum leaking out. There’s no time to waste. My hands tremble as I go to unbuckle my belt.

She taps my fingers. “Nah-uh. That’s my job.”

And she doesn’t hesitate to get to work.

My jeans are unzipped and hanging slack around my thighs before I can argue.

Not that another protest would dare to sneak past me at this point.

I’m frozen, struck motionless by the sight of her tugging down my boxer briefs to gain unrestricted access to my cock.

A tremor shoots through my legs and I sway slightly.

Bianca notices, lifting her attention off my jutting arousal. “Would you like to sit?”

I stare—completely dumbfounded—while she grins. Movement of any kind feels impossible. A gulp barely passes through the dryness in my throat. The sharp jerk of my head tests the limits. Bianca Benson on her knees for me is going to make me blow my load in two seconds.

“Suit yourself, Stalker.” And then her thumb swipes at the pearl of liquid pooling on my pierced tip.

The contact jolts me like an electric fence. “Oh, fuck.”

She trails the precum along my shaft, wrapping her dainty hand around me. “Sensitive?”

“It’s been… a long while,” I manage to croak.

Bianca tightens her grip and the ladder of barbells dig into me. “Nobody has ever touched you like this before, right?”

The possessiveness in her tone consumes me. “Just you, baby girl.”

“That’s what I thought.” Her green eyes are fixated on my studded length. “Such a work of art.”

I grunt while she admires my junk as if it’s a statue erected in her honor. “Glad you think so.”

Bianca hums, contemplating something heavy. “Do your balls tingle?”

My body goes unnaturally still, not expecting her to come up with that. “The fuck?”

“Like right before you come.”

“No,” I rasp.

“No?”

“Not that I recall.”

“Oh.” Her bottom lip pouts out. “That happens to a lot of guys in the romances I read.”

“They’re not real.” Yet I’m still jealous of them.

She looks up at me, her gaze hooded with thick desire. The message in her unwavering stare confirms it’s just us. Nothing else matters. My cock jerks in her secure hold. That prods her to stroke me from root to tip.

More precum collects, which she eagerly uses as lube. I’m slick in her fist as she rolls her wrist downward.

A breathy exhale coasts along my throbbing flesh. Bianca’s eyes widen when my dick begins to drip faster. When she sticks out her tongue to taste me, my vision swims. Holy fuck. This moment will forever be carved into my brain.

“You’re salty, Stalker.” A rosy blush paints her cheeks and she bites her bottom lip.

My thumb tugs the tortured flesh from between her teeth. “And you’re stunning.”

“Just wait until my mouth is stuffed full of your cock.”

“Woman,” I growl.

The promise of pleasure is already squeezing me in an unforgiving hold.

I need a distraction, but refuse to fill my thoughts with images other than her.

While she gets intimately acquainted with my cock, I gather her hair into my fist and secure it with the elastic I’ve had for months.

The one I just stole from her is a shiny replacement.

But I’m likely to hoard them both for when situations like this arise.

“Very considerate,” she croons.

As if I did that strictly for her benefit. I’ve been itching to bury my hands in her glossy waves. Shit, maybe I shouldn’t have tied it up. But then the unobstructed view of her leaning forward to lick me corrects the upset. At least until she sucks lightly and my balls clench.

“Fuuu-ckkk.” My voice rises to an embarrassing pitch.

Meanwhile, hers is a sultry purr. “What do you need?”

“Your mouth on me. Please.”

“Hmmm, such a good boy.”

The praise spanks me and I thrust my hips. Bianca swirls her tongue around the flared crown. Stars explode across my vision, blinding me to everything except letting go. It’s too much.

“Gonna come.” My eyes clench shut, trying to last longer than three pumps.

“Really?” She sounds positively delighted at the prospect.

I’m already nodding. “Almost did while I was going down on you. Don’t stand a chance if you keep at it.”

“Will you be able to come again?”

“Instantly,” I blurt.

“That’s good. I owe you two.” Her lips part around my tip, opening wider to fit the metal ring that’s hooked through the top.

When she tongues the underside, my mind goes blank. All I feel is her mouth on me and the pressure releasing. Years of unrequited yearning burst out of me. It’s relief beyond explanation.

I clutch the back of her head. My fingers spear into her hair, yanking it free from the weak bind I attempted to fasten. A smirk pulls at my lips as I get another wish granted.

The pulsating surge seems endless. A dreamy stupor lulls me. I might lose consciousness at some point. But then I feel it.

“Oh, fuck. My balls are tingling,” I groan.