Page 38 of Saddled in Secrets (Cloverleaf Meadows #2)

I wake early the next morning—full of energy and anticipation. A sideways glance confirms that Colton is still asleep. It’s rare to see him at rest. After rolling to my side, I watch him in the muted sunlight streaking through the curtains.

A slow smile curls my lips as his chest rises and falls at a lazy pace. My extremely considerate boyfriend is constantly surprising me with thoughtful gestures. I recently discovered an important date he’s been keeping a secret and I’m ready to celebrate it.

In a sly motion, I duck under the blanket and kneel between Colton’s spread thighs. It’s dark but my eyes are on the prize. My fingers peel his boxer briefs down until his pierced penis is set free. He’s already hard, which makes my job easier.

A salty burst of precum greets me on the first lick. I swirl my tongue around his flared crown that’s bejeweled like the king he is. His cock jerks and he groans, but that’s the extent of his response. Maybe he’s dreaming about me. That has me grinning on the initial descent.

My mouth stretches around his length as I retreat and swallow him to the root again.

I wrap my fingers around his base while setting a steady rhythm.

Other than a few strangled sounds, Colton doesn’t stir.

For a guy who’s constantly alert and aware of his surroundings, he sleeps like a statue.

It takes me fondling his balls to rouse him.

His body turns into stone as awareness surfaces.

“Princess?” His groggy voice is extra deep.

I spit out his dick and rip the covers off us. “Were you expecting someone else?”

A drowsy smirk humors my attitude.From hooded eyes, he feasts on the sight of me in a black lace bra and matching thong. “Nah, just love it when you’re feisty.”

My grip on his dick tightens, earning me a grunt. “Happy birthday.”

He goes still. “How’d you find out?”

“Your driver’s license.” My bland tone suggests he should thump his forehead.

“Wasn’t keepin’ it from you. Nobody has ever cared enough to ask.”

For probably the hundredth time, I have the urge to smack his father with a riding crop. “That’s painful history, Stalker. We’re moving forward. Birthdays matter from now on. Any other occasion you want to celebrate does too.”

The cocky smirk returns as he tucks his arms behind his head. “Is this my present?”

“One of them.”

“Must’ve been on the nice list this year.”

I wag a finger that’s not idly stroking his cock. “This is the day before Halloween. Not Christmas.”

Colton thrusts into my grip. “Trick or treat, baby girl?”

“That’s up to you. Where do you want to come?”

His focus scatters like a kid in a candy store.

I decide to take it easy on him. After ditching my bra, I squeeze my boobs between my arms. “Tits?”

His breathing accelerates as a practiced shimmy removes my thong.

My hips tilt forward. “Pussy?”

There’s a demanding throb in his dick. But I’m not done.

A smack from my lips is next. “Mouth?”

Colton’s gaze shifts rapidly between the choices.

Just for fun, I end on a seductive wiggle. “Or maybe…?”

He’s practically drooling as I trail off on the last option. “Or what?”

“I’m willing to consider anal, birthday boy.”

His eyes bulge. “Your father is somewhere in this massive house.”

“Which is why I’m very proud of you for sneaking in here last night. I can’t believe he tried to separate us.” My plans almost needed an overhaul, but Colton couldn’t stay away.

“I just needed to sleep with you in my arms,” he murmurs. “It didn’t go any further.”

“Until now,” I purr. “You’re about to hit a home run. Maybe even slide into the back door.”

He shakes his head. “If I’m going to take your ass, I want you to be comfortable. That includes screaming your pleasure for me.”

“Rain check on that.” I roll my wrist, stroking him from root to tip. “What’ll it be, Cowboy? Should I finish blowing your birthday candle?”

A tremor flexes his muscles. “I’m conflicted.”

“Too many choices?”

“This is your father’s house,” he reiterates.

I glower while continuing to pump his shaft. Colton’s respect for my dad under his roof is admirable, but I’m a big girl and have my own wing in this mansion. I also have every intention of gifting him an orgasm one way or another.

“Maybe this will sweeten the deal.” I grab the sealed container on the nightstand and open the lid. “It’s a little early for cake, but I know how much you love breakfast in bed.”

His gaze tracks my movements as I paint my breasts in frosting. It’s creamy and thick, forming a tempting layer. I lick the excess off my fingers and moan. The sugar mixes with his salty flavor lingering on my tongue.

“Want a taste?” After scooting forward on my knees, I thrust my chest at him in invitation.

Colton gulps, but makes no move to feast on me.

Realization rises like the sun. “Oh, gosh. You don’t like chocolate.”

His wince confirms my suspicion. “I haven’t had it since I was a kid.”

“How is that possible?”

“It wasn’t served to me like this.”

“Does that mean—?”

I don’t get to finish the question before he’s lunging upright and latching onto my nipple.

His tongue swipes out, lapping at the frosting in greedy strokes.

He palms my ass while I cradle the back of his head.

In a joint effort, we adjust our position to align his cock with my entrance.

A harsh thrust pushes him deep, stretching my inner muscles in a delicious ache.

“Good choice, Stalker.”

Colton grunts against my cleavage. He’s about halfway done cleaning off the frosting.

I consider slathering more on, but then he shoves the rest of his length inside my pussy.

The friction from his Jacob’s Ladder strikes just right.

Need already coils tight in my core after I complete two quick plunges.

A loud whimper spills from my parted lips, ready to demand more.

“Fuck,” he mutters. “You’re too irresistible.”

I’m hoisted into his arms on the next thrust. It’s incredibly sexy how easily he holds my weight. After kicking off his boxers, he carries me to the bathroom. We’re still connected and don’t break stride. Not even when he reaches into the shower to turn on the spray.

I kiss the scruffy column of his throat. “Are you calling me dirty?”

“More like loud.” A swift kick to the door slams it shut. “Now you’re free to holler my name.”

My back meets the cold tile as warm water rains down on us. Colton’s tempo turns frantic, slapping our wet skin together. It’s the sound of a rough pounding and I’m gladly taking it.

We work in tandem to chase relief. He pumps his hips while I clamp my inner muscles to the same beat. Our bodies are already in harmony, knowing exactly what buttons to push. Steam billows around us to create an intimate shield. It’s just us. Forever.

A slippery finger traces along the crack of my ass. “Still interested?”

I chew on my inner cheek while rocking against the slight tease. He’s toyed with me back there before. It felt good. Great even. That’s why I find myself nodding along to the fast pace he’s set.

But Colton is gentle as his digit breaches my bottom. Pressure is quick to accompany the foreign sensation. Between his studded shaft and this new fullness, I’m barreling toward an explosive climax.

Our combined passion echoes in the small space.

My labored breaths puff against his cheek.

He buries his face in the crook of my craned neck.

Abrasive stubble sends prickles across my skin, heightening the stimulation.

A purposeful arch of my hips sends him deeper in both holes. I tremble from the impact.

“Damn, Princess. I can feel us.” He swivels his finger, pushing against the thin barrier between my ass and vagina. “You take me so well.”

When he rubs that sensitive spot, stars burst in my vision. I don’t even see the release coming. Pleasure sweeps in and takes control. Every part of me is throbbing to a feverish pulse. It’s solid and comforting and causes me to babble incoherently.

Colton jerks against me, stumbling in rhythm. The intensity of my orgasm must trigger his. After a final thrust, he bellows and stills. Small tremors ripple through him. Warmth floods me from the inside out. It’s overwhelming but soothing.

There’s a buzzing in my ears as I regain possession of my faculties. Colton is slumped forward, caging me against the wall. Our harsh breathing is drowned out by the stream. I slide my eyes shut and float.

Seconds or minutes pass before he straightens. A slow blink reunites our gazes. Matching grins soon follow.

Colton rests his forehead on mine. “Have I told you I love you?”

“Not yet this morning,” I tease. “Happy birthday.”

His lips caress mine. “Thanks to you, this will be the first one worth remembering.”