Page 35 of Saddled in Secrets (Cloverleaf Meadows #2)

B ianca stares at me, her jaw hanging slack. “You can’t have children?”

“Well, I should probably rephrase that.” My grasp on her suddenly feels fleeting. “I made sure I can’t.”

She absently lowers herself to perch on my thighs. “What does that mean?”

“I’m snipped.”

A strangled noise squeaks out of her. “Holy shit, birth control. At least one of us is thinking about protection. Freaking dick-notized over here.” She thumps her forehead. “I’m so out of practice.”

Fury blazes in my chest and I make a decision right then to eliminate any other man she’s been with. For now, I yank her against me. She’s mine. Nobody else gets her like this ever again.

“I’ve got you covered, baby girl. That’s not why I told you, but it serves a purpose regardless.”

My cock is pissed—leaking from the tip and calling me a dick. I’ve been on edge for hours, which can push a man to his limit. The ache spreading from my balls tells me they’re fifty shades of blue. But confessing the truth is more important than relieving the pressure.

Honestly, getting this secret off my chest is a release of its own. A slow exhale whistles through my lips and I relax against the wall holding me upright. The baggage saddled to me is heavy.

Bianca is quiet, but her thoughts are loud. “You don’t want to have kids? Like never ever?”

“I didn’t until I met you.”

“But you’d already had the procedure,” she mumbles.

An urgency rises inside me, reaching for her with both arms. “I’m going to get it reversed, but that’s not a guarantee. If you decide we should try to have children, there’s a chance we might have trouble getting pregnant. You deserve to know before committing to forever with me.”

Her slow blinks confirm that this is a lot to process. “Why did you have a vasectomy?”

Darkness seeps into the corners of my vision. “It’s not a secret that my father is a bad man. He tried his best to turn me bad too. When people didn’t pay, he sent me to give them a warning. I was good at it too.”

She doesn’t take her eyes off me or look away. Bianca gazes at me with so much love and intensity that it’s like she can see right into my soul. And for the first time, I’m not hiding it.

“Daddy Dearest thought I’d be his loyal enforcer indefinitely. Little did he realize, my spirit never completely broke. That type of violence didn’t sit well with me. Once I’d saved enough money, I left and never looked back.”

“I’m really glad you did,” she whispers.

Which urges me to go on. “I didn’t have much of a childhood.

No fun or games unless it served the crew.

No warmth or affection either. My mom ran off when I was three, leaving me to become one of the men she hated.

The world I was raised in trained me to be cold and detached.

Those aren’t behavioral traits I wanted forced onto me, but that was out of my control.

Once I had the freedom to choose my own fate, I decided to sever the possibility of continuing my father’s line. ”

Her eyes are glassy when I’m done. “Gosh, I can’t imagine what you’ve been through.”

My palms drift along her sides, still clutching tight. “Please don’t try. It’ll give you nightmares.”

“And yet you’re the sweetest man.”

I grunt. “Don’t lie.”

“You’re very sweet to me,” she insists. “After I got past the stalking and abduction, I saw your true intentions. It’s quite special to be loved so loudly.”

That gives me pause. “Your dad said something similar to me.”

“That means you should probably listen.” Bianca recovers with a roll of her shoulders. “For the record, the thought of having kids isn’t even on my radar.”

“But it might be someday.”

She shrugs. “And we’ll deal with it then.”

I eye her closely. “You’re not upset?”

“Why would I be? That’s a decision you made before we met. It was important to you. I respect that. We’re a team now. Whatever challenges we face, we’ll conquer them together.”

I crush her against me. “Fuck, I love you.”

“Love you too.” Her fingers drift along the tattoo decorating my spine. “Guess we’re both a bit crooked.”

“That’s not funny.” But I’m fighting a grin.

“Eh, I was trying to lighten the mood. The fact you’re a reformed bad boy is very sexy.” She taps her chin. “Maybe that’s why you love my explicit versions of torture.”

I cup the back of her neck and haul her in for a punishing kiss. “Why are you so chill about this?”

She scoffs as if affronted. “I don’t let anything stop me, right? That includes your snipped baby maker. You’re stuck with me.”

My forehead nudges hers. “What did I do to deserve you?”

“Do I need to count the ways?” Bianca gestures around the shed, stopping at the trinkets from Germany.

“You’ve already done so much for me in a very short amount of time.

If we’re meant to have children, we’ll have them.

It’s a worry for the future. As for right now, I’d appreciate you following through with the lovemaking. ”

Just for that entitled sass, I harness her hips in a secure hold over my cock and thrust hard.

Bianca coughs out a gasp. Her nails dig into my arms, trying to get a grip.

A satisfying throb pulses through me at finally feeling her snug pussy stretching around me.

I’m barely halfway in, but pressure already cradles my balls. She’s tight but wet. We’ll go slow.

I bite her upturned jaw. “Too much?”

“Yes,” she chokes.

My steely grip locks her in place. “But you’re gonna take every inch like a spoiled brat.”

“Uh-huh, I want it all.”

“It’s yours.”

Determination crosses her face and she sinks lower onto my length. A shiver pebbles her skin, arrowing my focus to her breasts. I swoop down to suck a hardened nipple into my mouth. She pushes her chest at me, shoving my dick deeper in the process.

“Almost there,” she breathes.

One hand unclamps from her waist to trail between her legs. Slippery arousal coats my fingers. She’s fucking drenched for me. That squeezes my cock in a smug fist and I smirk around a mouthful of tit.

I glide my thumb to her clit, which jolts her against me. We snap together like two halves just waiting to be made whole. A simultaneous sigh escapes us as our desire is joined.

Her pussy clenches in greeting and I grunt at the friction. Warmth rushes under my skin to match the heat wafting off her. My cock jerks, most likely releasing a squirt of precum as a preview of what’s to come.

Bianca wiggles to test the fullness. Her breath hitches at the sensation she discovers. “Ohhhhh, that Reverse Prince Albert should be crowned as king.”

After a parting swipe, I unlatch from her nipple and lick a path to her collarbone. My thumb is still strumming her clit as she adjusts. A soft whimper dribbles from her parted lips, but she’s smiling.

“Princess approved?”

“Yes,” she breathes. “Riding bareback has a whole new meaning.”

A noise of contentment from me is quick to agree. The hand not tucked into her sex roams along her side, drifting to support her upper back. While my mouth travels along her soft skin, I inhale lilac and unbridled passion.

Bianca’s head tips back, giving me access to her throat. “Your pierced penis is incredible.”

My lips stamp a grin into her neck. “Just for you, baby girl.”

In a cautious motion, she glides up my length to the tip. She circles her pelvis and takes my full length back in. That kicks off a gentle tempo. With each rise and fall, the valve on my control weakens. My thumb strokes her clit faster to even the score.

She mewls and grinds into me. “Are you close?”

I nod against my better judgment. “Don’t have a chance of lasting long after all that teasing.”

“Still on edge?”

“Hangin’ by a thread,” I rasp.

Bianca flexes her inner muscles into a vise. “I was originally planning to keep you there. Stretch this until you begged for relief.”

My teeth clack against the force of lust burning in my veins. “Never want you to stop.”

“Mhmm,” she purrs. “That’s why we’re going to race instead. Let’s see who can get the other off first.”

Her ass slams down to drive home her purpose.

Our contact becomes electric, crackling need in a frantic jolt.

I’m desperate to come, but not without her.

My fingers work over her clit in rapid swipes.

Bianca clings onto me and pumps her hips harder.

Whenever our hips meet, I’m shoved closer to the tipping point.

A glaze brightens her green depths when we lock eyes.

Our bodies slap together like hoofbeats pounding toward the finish line.

Tingles spread across my lower back in a warning.

Her smile is blissed out, hinting she’s almost there.

It spurs my efforts to trigger her orgasm into a blur.

Just as my balls are drawing up, Bianca’s pussy clamps me in a persuasive hold. I’m powerless to stop the surge from bursting free. My muscles seize while she cries out, quaking against me. Fuck, we find relief together. That allows me to surrender to the heat crashing over me.

Our combined pleasure heightens the climax, drawing it out for what feels like hours. Her spasms milk every drop from me. Affection hums from every movement as we regain clarity. I can’t remember ever being this content. My chest presses flush against hers while the ripples fade.

Bianca’s damp forehead caresses mine. “Damn, Stalker. If that’s how you make love, sign me up for life.”

I wrap her in a fierce hug. “You’re not going anywhere.”

Her nails drag through my sweaty hair. “Wasn’t planning on it.”

In a smooth upheaval, I flip her onto her back. My thighs keep hers spread and the tilted angle gives me a perfect view of her cunt. The combination of our cum is messy, but I’ve never seen a more glorious sight. It steals my breath for a moment.

“Ummm…” Bianca squirms under my invasive focus, squirting out a blob of our blended release.

I’m quick to scoop up the excess and push it back inside her. “Fuck, look at you.”

She’s gone still. Her wide stare is frozen on me. “What’re you doing?”

“You ruined me all those years ago and we’re finally even.” I swipe through our cum again. “I’m appreciating the evidence.”

“Oh, stop. You’re too obsessed.” But she’s laughing.

My fingers smear through the slickness that’s coating her. “I left a stain. You’re never getting rid of me now.”

“There’s no going back,” she agrees.

That calms my primal urges. “Are you sore?”

“Not yet.”

I lower myself on top of her. “Again?”

She nods against me. “I’ve got nowhere else to be.”

“Damn straight, Princess. This pussy is mine.”

Bianca sneaks an arm between our pressed bodies to grasp my cock. “And this studded shaft is meant to bring me pleasure. Only me.”

“That’s right.” Satisfaction rumbles from me. “Now put me where I belong.”

Bianca uses her grip on my dick to steer me forward. The moment I thrust inside, we expel a mutual groan. It’s one of the many sounds to signal the start of our forever.