Page 33 of Saddled in Secrets (Cloverleaf Meadows #2)

To appease her, I take a large bite. Bianca hums and wipes something from my chin. My appetite throbs, but from below my belt. The entire thing is choked down just to have her fussing over me. When I grab the other half to return the favor, she shakes her head.

“I’m in the mood for a different type of meat. Does this count as our date?”

My gaze swipes across the dingy interior. “You want to tell everyone I wined and dined you at Dirty Dicks?”

“It’ll make a great story,” she murmurs.

“I think we can find somewhere more suitable for a princess.”

Bianca frowns. “But I like it here.”

“You fit right in.” I tug at her shirt.

“Welcome to Dirty Dicks,” she breathes against my throat. “It’s my honor to serve you.”

I clench my hand on her hip. “Careful.”

“Or what?”

My nose drifts along her temple, inhaling lilac and temptation. “I’ll eat your pussy in the bathroom.”

She laughs until catching the serious strain in my expression. “Very funny.”

“Fuck around and find out, baby girl.”

Her cheeks get pink as she rubs against my erection. “You already did that to me this morning.”

“Which was hours ago,” I argue.

“We’re in public,” she whispers.

“Try to keep your screams to a minimum.”

But she’s hesitating, squirming her hips to test my willpower. “You actually want to?”

“Need to,” I correct. “Your pussy is the cure to calm my chaos. I’m addicted. Completely hooked. Feed my craving, Princess.”

Bianca ditches the burger basket on the nearest surface and slings her arms around my neck. “It really turns me on that you like going down on me.”

“Love, not like,” I rectify again. “Does that mean you’ll let me do it whenever I want?”

“I’m beginning to think so.”

“That’s not granting me permission. You want me to beg?”

Her nose brushes over mine. “Mhmm, I love when you bend to my wild whims.”

“And kneel at your feet?” My palm snakes between us to reach the exposed skin above her knee. A flip of my wrist has me slipping under her skirt to tease her inner thigh. “Did you wear this for me?”

She clamps her legs together to trap my exploring fingers. “It accentuates my assets.”

“And gives me easy access.” I stroke her satin flesh until she relaxes. “Put your pussy in my mouth.”

Her eyelids grow heavy as her breath wheezes. “Right now?”

“Always, but that’s unreasonable.” Yet I look at her for confirmation.

“It’s also unrealistic.” But her rebuttal lacks spark. She must sense it and adds, “You can’t constantly eat me out.”

“Not with that attitude.”

Her body sways into mine. “Why am I resisting?”

“Good question. Tell me yes,” I exhale across her lips.

“Yes.” Her mouth presses to mine, tongue sneaking out to lick me.

I cinch an arm around her waist and deepen the kiss for a moment.

Just long enough for the steady thump of my pulse to spike into a feverish rush.

She’s snug against me, but yanks at my neck to eliminate any empty space.

My teeth nibble at her bottom lip before sucking hard on the pouty flesh.

It’s a preview of what I plan on doing to her clit.

Bianca mewls, grinding into me shamelessly.

I squeeze a palmful of her ass. We’re making a scene, but I couldn’t give a single shit.

The desperation simmering in my veins is what pulls us apart.

My mouth slips from hers on a harsh exhale. “Let me get your taste on my tongue, and then I’ll take you on a date worthy of bragging to your friends.”

“All right, Cowboy.” She snatches the straw hat off my head, dropping it onto hers. The size is way too big, but damn, she’s sexy while staking her claim. “Saddle up. I’m gonna ride your face.”

That’s what I needed to hear. I thread our fingers together and guide her to the dark alcove labeled with a wooden restroom sign. Before slipping inside, I pause at the bar.

Bianca sneaks past me and swings her hips to a sultry rhythm. I blindly reach back for my wallet and pull out a hundred-dollar bill. The barrel-chested man eyes the money I set on the counter.

“Keep everyone away from the can until we come out,” I instruct.

He tucks the bill into his pocket. “You got it.”

And then I follow Bianca into the single-person space.

My gaze scans the chipped tiles and scuffed paint.

It’s not much, but better than expected.

I’m pleasantly surprised it’s not filthy.

There’s a noticeable sting of bleach in my nostrils.

He must’ve cleaned it recently. My insatiable appetite for this woman appreciates his efforts.

Bianca backs herself into the far corner. “Paying off the employees just to get some?”

“It’s a small price to get privacy. I prefer to eat my meals in peace without any interruptions.”

A tremble rolls through her, hooding her gaze with lust. “It would be very unfortunate if you’re forced to stop.”

My knees meet the hard floor in front of her. “Don’t worry, baby girl. Nothing comes between me and your pleasure.”

I hike up her skirt and notice she’s soaked her panties. My nose presses into the drenched lace, pulling in a lungful of her sweet arousal that’s all mine. A pleased rumble rises from my expanded chest. Her smile is dipped in smug anticipation as I tug her panties to the side.

She drapes a leg over my shoulder, leaning at an angle to brace herself against the wall. The splayed position serves her cunt to me on a buffet platter. That’s my greedy girl.

“This will be fast,” I warn her.

Her bobbled nod jostles my hat on her head. “Just to quench your thirst.”

The dryness in my throat demands to be soothed. “Yes, I’m very parched after convincing you.”

And she’s about to be singing my praises as a reward.

I drag my flattened tongue along her center, gathering a mouthful of her desire for me. It’s potent and I’m instantly delirious. My mind goes blank of everything except drowning in her passion. Quick swipes to her clit make her shake above me. She bucks forward, seeking more.

Two fingers sink inside her clenching pussy while I roll my tongue faster.

The combination increases her breathy whines into chanting pleas.

Whatever reservations she has about being overheard are whisked away with every purposeful stimulation to her sex.

My intention is to make her forget where we are and just let go.

It doesn’t take long until she’s quivering and tipping toward the peak.

I growl into her slit, begging her to suffocate me. Bianca squeals while snapping her hips to an erratic pace. The loud moans spilling from her are a symphony I’ll gladly conduct.

Her desperation spurs mine. Need pumps my cock in a forceful grip. Heat barrels through me and I’m seconds from coming in my pants. That’s the moment she detonates, saving me from making a mess.

“Oh, fuck!” She slaps her palms on the wall.

Tremors vibrate our connection. That encourages me to suck harder on her clit. There’s an unmistakable surge that I gulp down with enthusiasm. Her body goes rigid in my hold.

“Ohhhhh, shit. No, no,” she yelps.

It’s too late to be embarrassed. The trigger is pulled and I increase my motions to give her the strongest relief. Her screams rise in volume, almost to the point of pain. I grin into my next swipe as she twitches through the orgasm.

When Bianca’s quakes subside, I sit back on my heels. The smug smirk is still painted on my wet lips. “That good, huh?”

But my cocky confidence vanishes after a glance at her face. A pinch distorts her features into obvious agony. As if that’s not a big enough punch to my gut, tears are streaming down her cheeks in a flash flood.

I’m on my feet in the next instant, clutching her in my arms. “What’s wrong?”

Bianca sniffles, but her expression relaxes into a slow smile. “My damn hip locked up.”

“While you were coming?”

“While I was coming,” she confirms. “It really warped the experience. I had to hold still and try not to aggravate the cramp. Almost like I was restrained.” Her eyes light up. “Oooh, add that to our kinky ultimatum list. If I don’t behave, you’ll tie me to the fence post.”

Unlocking that fantasy tries to distract from my concern. “Not the time, Princess. You’re hurt.”

“Oh, please. That was nothing. The release made it tolerable.” She flutters her damp lashes.

Which does little to convince me. My hands cup her face, thumbing away the evidence of upset. “Fuck, I’m sorry.”

“Don’t worry, Stalker. Seriously. I still got mine.” And then she’s palming my dick through my jeans. “It’s your turn.”

But I shake my head. “Not until I’m buried nine inches deep inside your pussy.”