Page 45 of Saddled in Secrets (Cloverleaf Meadows #2)

T he hospital managed to force Colton to stay a full week.

One more day and he would’ve started climbing the walls.

His recovery has been quite impressive to watch.

He frequently gave his fiancée credit for encouraging him to heal faster.

Our life together is ready to continue—full speed ahead—just beyond the sterile walls.

As promised, I didn’t leave Colton’s side. That includes now as I settle behind the wheel to drive us home. Fern starts with a loud roar, more than ready for the journey.

“Be gentle with her. She’s old.” He pats the dashboard lovingly.

I glance at him in the passenger seat as I pull from the lot. If we never return, it’ll be too soon. “How does it feel to sit over there?”

“Not a bad view.” Colton’s blue stare feasts on me while he sprawls out like a lion about to be fed a massive, juicy steak.

“Don’t even think about it,” I chide.

“Oh-ho,” he chuckles. “I’m definitely thinking about it. That’s all I’ve thought about since you agreed to be my wife.”

The sparkles on my ring finger distract me momentarily. “You’re still recovering. No strenuous activity until you’re healed.”

He scoffs. “I’m better than ever. About to be a wedded man. But first, we need to consummate our engagement.”

Laughter bubbles from me as warmth begins to spread through my lower belly. “I think that only counts for marriage.”

“Not in my book,” he rasps. “Pull over, Princess.”

“No way,” I giggle.

“There’s nothing but empty space.” He motions to the rolling meadows on both sides of the road. “Just park behind a tree.”

“We’ll be home soon.”

“C’mon, baby mama.” He slides a palm along my thigh, traveling upward to cup my pussy. “You want Daddy’s dick. I’ll make you scream like a brat. Unless you’re in the mood to be my good girl.”

The heat in my core burns hotter. My eyelids slide to half mast instantly.

Sex hasn’t been an option since his surgery, but we’ve passed the time teasing each other.

I’d been tempted more than once to actually ride his face.

The filthy things that spill from this irresistible man make for top tier dirty talk.

My pregnancy hormones don’t stand a chance.

That’s why I scour the landscape for a decent spot to conceal our salacious act. Fern bounces across the uneven ground when I turn into a random field. There’s a grove of tall oaks to shield us from the nonexistent traffic. I pull into a small clearing and shift into park, killing the engine.

Colton is already stripping. I’m stunned immobile as tanned muscle and masculine energy are unleashed. Drool puddles in my mouth, threatening to drip off my chin. A hungry moan spills free when he releases his cock.

Metal gleams from his crown and shaft. I had the honor of reinserting his piercings after his catheter was removed. That was a real test to my resolve. How easy it would’ve been to slip him into my mouth for a quick blowjob.

But then my attention shifts. The skin on his left side is still mottled in bruises. A patch of gauze covers his wound, but I’m intimately aware of what that close call looks like. Hesitation must reflect on my face.

“Don’t,” he scolds. “I’m fine. Definitely had worse. This is barely a scratch in comparison.”

Salvia sticks to my throat at the horrible images assaulting me. “I don’t see how that’s possible.”

“It’s better that you don’t. Just focus on the fact that I’m very much alive and desperate for you.”

My bottom lip gets tortured between my teeth. “You should be resting.”

“There’s plenty of time for that after. I’ve been trapped in a bed for a week. Let me have my way with you for a few minutes. Then I’ll go back to being your patient.”

“Promise we’ll go slow?” I’m not sure why I bother trying to deny him.

“Sure, if that’s what you need to hear. In return, I need you to take off your dress,” Colton commands.

My fluid motion obeys him without hesitation, leaving me in a satin bra and thong. My fingers hook into the flimsy elastic waistband and yank the barrier free. I’m about to straddle his lap, but he shakes his head.

“Not in the cab. I can’t get at the right angle. Get your ass in the bed, baby mama.”

“And what angle is that?” But I’m already hopping out to get in the back of the truck.

The weather tries to intimidate me, but we’re protected from the worst of the elements.

A nip bites my cheeks as I skip to meet Colton.

His chiseled bulk doesn’t appear to be impacted by the chill in the slightest. His injury isn’t slowing him down either.

There’s a pearly droplet escaping his tip that whisks my mind from the cold.

“Gotta take you from behind,” he murmurs in a husky tone.

My steps falter before I climb onto the lowered tailgate. “That doesn’t sound like taking it easy.”

Colton smirks. “I read it’s the most pleasurable position for a pregnant woman.”

“How do you know that?”

“Read an article. Figured we should prove if that’s fact or fiction.” It casually rolls off his tongue as if he’s discussing lunch plans.

“When?”

Colton chuckles and strokes a palm over his dick. “Had a lot of free time on my hands recently. Wasn’t allowed to do what I actually wanted.”

“You chose to read about pregnancy?”

“And what to expect for our baby.”

“Oh, Stalker.” Emotion blurs my vision. I could write it off as another hormonal side effect, but the guy across from me is responsible. “That’s really sweet.”

My heart melts, chasing off the cool breeze. Any lingering doubt floats away too. The afternoon sun makes the late November weather somewhat tolerable. I’m suddenly feverish, squirming to be filled.

His arm ropes my middle and pulls me in. “C’mere, Princess. Let me show you what I learned.”

Once I’m standing in front of him, his fingers unclasp my bra and toss the cups away. Frigid air hardens my nipples. It’s a small miracle the winter frost hasn’t struck yet. That doesn’t mean it’s comfortable to be naked outside.

“Brrrrr.” My teeth chatter for exaggerated impact.

“I’ll keep you warm. Turn around. Get on your knees. Hands on the truck.”

My palms flatten on the rear windows, leaving a mark to remember this risky tryst. Colton’s desire blankets my back and I press flush against him. Our combined body heat does its job. All I can think about now is getting him inside me.

His cock glides through my slick center. The loop from his Reverse Prince Albert strokes me from ass to clit. I tremble in his hold, ready for more.

“Soaked for me,” he groans.

“Need you,” I mumble and tip my head back.

His lips coast along the curve of my throat as his dick begins sinking in.

That initial stretch spears me with a delicious ache.

My toes curl against the cold metal, trying to get a grip.

I shiver as the emptiness gives way to the pressure of being complete.

A mutual sigh slips from us once we’re fully joined.

“Missed you,” he rasps while picking up a slow rhythm.

“So very much,” I whine.

Colton glides his hips forward, giving me his entire length in a single thrust. Stars burst behind my eyes. There are already tingles building into an inferno. This man knows how to play my body like a seductive melody. I sway into him, surrendering to the pleasure he gladly offers.

“How does it feel?” He grinds into me tenderly before pulling almost all the way out, only to repeat the motion. “Better than normal?”

Friction burns hot in my pussy, getting me to the edge with each pierced entry. “I think so.”

His tsk blows across my ear. “We can do better than that.”

Colton plucks my nipples. The peaks are extra sensitive and I cry out. If his intention is to make me spontaneously combust, he’s damn close to completing the task. I dig my nails into the truck to get a grasp. My arms have the consistency of cooked noodles and don’t support my weight.

Not that it matters. He’s owning my movements, taking full advantage when I sag onto my elbows. Colton grunts and I immediately straighten. A glance over my shoulder reveals a wince cinching his features.

“Stop,” I breathe. “You’re hurting yourself.”

“Fuck no,” he grunts.

“Lie down right now or you’re cut off until next year.” Authority clangs in my tone.

It’s a demand he listens to. After pulling out, he gingerly lowers himself flat onto the bed of the truck. The lazy movements are probably more for my benefit. I straddle him and ease myself down onto his cock. Mutual desire instantly rebounds when our gazes lock along with our bodies.

The shift in position gets him deeper. I can feel him everywhere.

Especially as I begin to shatter and he fills in the cracks.

With tame thrusts from below, Colton’s cock sends my mind reeling.

Our combined lust crackles like sparks as we chase relief.

The soft clap of skin joining is drowned out by the insistent throbbing.

It’s frantic and demanding, sizzling between us in fiery waves.

One arm cradles my waist while he spreads the other palm on my abdomen. “Whose baby is in your belly?”

“Ours,” I gasp. “You’re always inside me now.”

Tremors quake from him in response. The jerky motion shoves him impossibly deeper. I moan loudly, no longer caring if we’re caught.

“Tell me again,” he demands.

“Gonna be a daddy, Stalker.” I rest my hand over his. “There’s a part of you growing in me. Soon enough, I’ll be big and round with our baby. Everyone will know you did this to me.”

His muscles jerk against mine, revealing the end is near. “Fuck, Princess.”

That’s another new development. Colton is obsessed with the fact that he got me pregnant. It drives him wild and I can only imagine his reaction once I’m showing.

His dick thickens, forcing me to stretch wider.

That slight pinch pushes me over. Tingles burst into a hot surge that floods me with pleasure.

Colton bellows and tugs me over him, tucking his face against my neck.

His release spurts from him in three uneven jolts.

My arms wobble, threatening to collapse under the pressure.

I don’t want to put too much weight on him.

Colton maneuvers us so that my torso is mostly plastered to his right side. While riding the high, he drags his palms over my crooked spine. Gentle strokes guide me through the climax. I’m floating in euphoric bliss, lost to everything except the man holding me against him.

“Okay,” Colton exhales across my bare shoulder. “Now we can go home.”