Page 34 of Saddled in Secrets (Cloverleaf Meadows #2)

“W ant me to stop?” My voice is coy and fully aware that I’m driving Colton to the brink.

Meanwhile, he’s the one actually behind the wheel. His knuckles are white as he tries to keep Fern in the right lane on the road home. I trace the outline of his dick again. The bulge is straining through his jeans to the point of ripping seams.

Colton’s gulp is audible. “Such a brat.”

“That’s not an answer,” I murmur while skipping my fingers along his arousal.

He stretches his legs wider and pushes himself into my palm. “It’s torture, but I love it coming from you.”

“Are you going to come for me?”

His teeth grit. “No.”

Which spurs me on. My teasing becomes more of a jerking motion.

“Not until I’m sinking slowly onto your cock after confessing my unconditional love for you?”

“Fuck.”

That’s all the warning I get before Colton takes a sharp and sudden turn onto our property.

I crash into him along the bench seat from the abrupt swerve.

The terrain in the field is bumpy, especially at the speed we’re traveling.

My arms pinwheel while looking for a stable surface to grab.

His flexed thigh and the dashboard brace me while we travel across the grassy land.

“Where are we going?” There’s a shrill edge to my voice that’s totally called for.

Especially when he responds with, “You’ll see.”

“Is someone chasing us?” I whip my head around, but only dust trails our wild ride. “Why are you going so fast?”

“Because you’re tormenting me.” His guttural tone gives me pause.

“Ohhh.” My heart lurches. “I’m sorry, Stalker.”

“Don’t apologize unless you’re about to leave me hanging.” And then he thrusts his hips.

My grin returns with a seductive vengeance. “Have you been a bad boy?”

“Yes.”

“That’s why you’re getting punished.” I resume my teasing strokes along his rigid shaft.

A low groan rips from him. It’s the sound of a man teetering on the edge, but he won’t give himself permission to release. That denial sparks an idea and I loosen my hold. His exhale sputters. Colton bangs his head against the seat, but doesn’t complain otherwise.

We’re jostled a bit when the truck crests a hill. The higher vantage point allows me to see far ahead. There’s a creek cutting through the valley below. I’m momentarily distracted by the sight. My gaze scans the area spread out through the windshield. This entire section is new to me.

When we’re near the stream, Colton slams on the brakes. Tension radiates off him as he shifts Fern into park. Maybe I pushed him too far. That’s precisely why I go still, allowing him to take the lead.

His eyes are crazed. “Tell me you love me, Princess. Please put me out of my misery.”

“I love you.” The concession falls freely from my upturned lips.

But he still looks seconds away from losing his shit. “Do you mean it?”

I press a gentle kiss to his cheek. “Wouldn’t say it if I didn’t.”

After a whoosh, the strain deflates from his posture. He slumps against me for several rapid beats of his heart. We tangle ourselves into a tight embrace. It spreads warmth through my chest, solidifying our undeniable chemistry. I rub a palm up his back and he trembles.

“Say it again,” he murmurs. “Please.”

“I love you, Stalker.” And damn, it feels good to tell him.

He must agree. The noise that rattles from him is the sort of relief a person begs for. I cling onto him until there’s nothing but love between us. We stay wrapped up like that for a minute or two.

When Colton straightens, his gaze shimmers with renewed purpose. Hinges creak as he opens his door to hop out. In a fluid motion, I’m dragged across the seat and scooped into his arms.

“Told you I’d be your first,” he says while clutching me tight.

“Cocky cowboy,” I quip.

But my pulse gives a giddy kick. This man is carrying me toward our happily ever after. Crisp air fills my lungs when I inhale deeply. The temperature is somewhere in the fifties, but the afternoon sun makes it feel warmer.

Water babbles in a trickle that reminds me of a white noise soundtrack. It’s peaceful and soothing. My body goes lax in Colton’s hold, trusting him to deliver me in one piece wherever we’re going.

I’m too focused on our natural surroundings to notice what’s directly in front of us. My oblivious bubble is popped when he sets me on my feet. A small building appears out of seemingly nowhere. Its rustic style resembles a farmhouse, but scaled way down.

“Is this…?” I stumble forward to peek in the curtained window. “Oh. My. Gosh. It’s a she shed.”

Colton unlocks the door and sweeps an arm inside. “Surprise.”

The girliest squeal escapes me while I rush to enter the tiny space. What I assume started as a basic floor plan has been transformed into a cozy living space. It’s decorated in shades of pink with neutral embellishments. A delicate aroma wafts from an automatic dispenser to welcome me.

This is meant to be a home not too far away from home. Just for a quick reprieve. Colton once again understood the assignment. That knowledge settles a comforting sensation over me.

I shuffle into the room for a closer look.

My fingers drift along the sofa that’s arranged to separate the sitting area from the kitchen.

A basket of crochet supplies waits for me beside the coffee table that looks to be repurposed wooden crates.

Three of the walls are covered in shiplap panels.

The fourth—from one end to the other—has several firmly inlaid shelves.

That’s where my attention is lured. On a ledge in the center, there’s a collection of figurines. Even a single glance sparks recognition. Emotion stings my eyes, crashing over me in a weepy onslaught.

I whirl to where Colton is still standing in the doorway. His tattooed arms are stretched overhead in that effortlessly sexy pose. My mind taps out. There’s a good chance drool is about to dribble down my chin. Damn, I’m a goner.

Humor gleams in his blue eyes. “Need something, baby girl?”

My vagina clenches at the suggestion in his voice. I blindly point at the couch. Colton’s gaze shifts to a spot behind me. That triggers my memory and I gasp.

“You bought these”—my thumb jabs at the little statues—“at the markets in Germany.”

He nods. “Whatever you touched or even showed a passing interest in. To remind you of our first trip together, before it went to shit.”

The significance of that thoughtful gesture buckles my knees. I go down like a properly swooned lady. My fall is softened by the plush rug Colton chose. That reminds me of this entire place he created for me, as if the first wasn’t enough.

Heavy footsteps pound in my ears. I blink at the unshed tears blurring the ceiling. Even that’s pink.

My stare finds Colton’s hovering over me. “I’m beginning to believe I don’t deserve you.”

He grunts and lowers himself to the floor, tugging me onto his lap. “Quit talking crazy.”

“You started it,” I blubber.

“Why are you crying?”

“Romantic orgasm.” I gesture at my mess of feelings.

His lips hitch up on one side. “You love me.”

“In a hopeless sort of sense,” I sigh.

He brushes at a stray tear that escapes. “Welcome to the party.”

My cheek nuzzles his palm. “Is this our date?”

“I had a picnic planned.”

“Ohhhh, not again.” I bat my lashes in a frantic flutter. “Do you smell that burning? It’s my heart flutters working overtime. Have mercy, Stalker.”

Colton’s eyes go wide. “What do you need?”

“Those pierced nine inches you’ve been hoarding would be great.”

Flames ignite his gaze into a panty-melting smolder. “Are you desperate for me?”

“Have I not been literally asking for it since”—I take a moment and pretend to count—“the flight to Europe?”

“I suppose we could postpone our date until after,” he rasps.

My vigorous nod knocks into his dick. “You brought me here for a reason. It will be a celebration of our lovemaking.”

“Are you mocking me?”

“No!” Outrage screams from my reply. “This moment is perfect. We can make it even more memorable.”

“That’ll mean you’re mine. No going back.”

My hand finds his, our fingers sliding together. “I’m ready for everything you want to give me. Strip off my Dirty Dicks top and get busy.”

Colton chuckles, reaching for the knotted hem. “The sofa pulls out.”

“But you better not.”

In an instant, his expression flatlines. “There’s something I need to tell you.”

But I’m already shaking my head. “Whatever you have to say can wait. It won’t change how I feel about you.”

“I’m not so sure about that.”

“Trust in me and the unbreakable attachment you inspired between us.”

Colton’s lips part, ready to argue. I fling upright and straddle him. He freezes at my unexpected shift in position. That works in my favor. With my palms cupping his face, I lean in and seal my mouth over his.

“Hey,” I breathe into the kiss. “I love you, Colton. Forget the past. It doesn’t matter.”

Hesitation holds him hostage for a brief pause before he’s surrendering to our pull.

His fingers grab the bottom of both the shirt and dress I’m wearing, tugging the fabric over my head.

Goose bumps spread over my skin and he’s quick to smooth the shiver away.

From there, we slowly peel away each other’s layers until our bodies are bared.

Colton ropes his arms around my waist, palming my ass in the process. “Should we move to the couch?”

My hands anchor to his shoulders while I get myself situated astride him on the floor again. “I’m comfortable.”

He groans when I drag my slick center along his studded shaft. “Won’t hear me complain.”

“Ribbed for my pleasure.” My hips jerk at the foreign sensation.

Colton’s chuckle puffs against the dip of my neck while I glide myself against the pierced ridges. “Just like that. Use me, Princess.”

“Gladly,” I whisper.

Our naked chests press flush, sharing the fire between us. A feverish need collects in my belly and he stokes the burn with a flex of his hips. My pussy slips along his cock in even strokes. I’m aroused and more than ready.

We stare at each other, allowing the meaning of this moment to sink in. He lifts an open palm and I align mine flat against it. His is much bigger, engulfing me like a protective shield. How symbolic.

His bottomless blue eyes with those few dark specks study me. “Are you sure?”

I nod, my forehead bumping his as I rise onto my knees. His pierced tip nudges my opening and I quiver. Our galloping hearts beat in harmony. Tingles spread from my core in eager anticipation. Just as I begin pushing him inside me, his grasp on my hips tightens.

“Bianca, wait.”

My glare spits nails at him. “You must be joking.”

“I can’t have children.”