Page 115 of Stay With Me

“In that case...” I rub the pad of my thumb over his crown, making him a mess for me. “Knock me up, cowboy.”

Chapter Twenty-Five

Tripp

Ipride myself on being level-headed and having decent self-control. I’ve held my feelings back for Magnolia when Landen liked her and even after they decided to only be friends, I’d kept my restraint. It wasn’t until I learned she’s liked me all along too that I finally gave myself permission to go all in, even as obsessive and addictive as it made me. Now that we’ve opened Pandora’s Box, there’s no going back.

But now hearing Magnolia’s words, nearly naked beneath me, a new wave of possessiveness hits. It’s bad enough I wanted to immediately find Travis and introduce him to my fist when I found that note in her car, but the thought of her pregnant with my baby makes me feral on another level I’ve never felt before.

The need topossessher.

Maybe I do have a breeding kink, but only with her.

She’s the only woman I’d trust with my whole heart.

And although it’d be too soon for us to even think about starting a family, my cock got impossibly harder at the thought of knocking her up. I know she’s on birth control from our medicine cabinet text conversation, so it’s not something we’d actively try for right now, but the idea of it has me wanting to come deep inside her over and over.

“Say it again, Sunny,” I demand once I shove my jeans and boxer shorts off the rest of the way and climb between her legs.

She holds my stare with a devious smirk. “Fill me up and own every inch of me. Oh, and don’t forget your Stetson.” She tilts her head to my nightstand where it sits.

A desperate growl releases from deep in my throat at how much her words turn me on. I love how unashamed she is to play into this fantasy and her fascination of having me wear a cowboy hat while we’re having sex is one I’m all too happy to do for her.

Even if I’d rather see her wearing it while naked on top of me.

Next time.

I lower my mouth down to her chest, cup her breast, and kiss the exposed skin around the lacy bralette. It pushes up her tits perfectly for me to taste and touch. They’re so soft and firm, and I want to dig my teeth into her hard nipple.

She wraps her legs around me, pulling me tighter, and I chuckle at her eagerness.

“I want to devour all of you, Sunny,” I tell her, lowering the bra cup. “No rushin’ me.”

She wiggles beneath me, arching her back to get even closer. “I’ve been waitin’ years for you. This has been the longest game of foreplay in the history of ever.”

Capturing her lips, I lie next to her and pull her on top of me. “Okay. Take the reins, Mama. I’m all yours.”

She goes still, her lips parted slightly. “Did you just call me what I think you did? Because that’shot.”

Good to know I’m not completely sucking at this breeding dirty talk.

“Mm-hmm.”

She plants her palms on my chest, straddles my waist, and rocks against my hard length. After she’s thoroughly teased me, she lowers down my legs and takes me into her mouth. I curse as she hollows her cheeks and sucks me deep into her throat.

“Fuck, Sunny. Now who’s torturin’ who?” I cup the back of her head as she sucks the life out of me. Her hot tongue glides up my shaft before she swirls it around my crown, over and over theslit that triggers a full-body reaction. Between her sucking and licking, my willpower is seconds from snapping, and I’m not about to come inside her mouth when she has a little fantasy to play out.

“You better stop that,” I warn, tightening my hold on her hair. “Get up here.”

She looks up at me with a sultry look in her eyes, knowing exactly what she’s doing to me. “Low stamina, huh?”

My jaw twitches, and I grab her chin. “You better hang on, darlin’. You’re about to find out just how much I have from years of ranch work.”

Before she can react, I twist my leg out from under her and use it to flip her body until she’s on her back. I climb on top of her, pin one of her wrists to the bed, then wrap my other hand around her throat and hold her down.

Her eyes widen as if she’s still processing we’ve just reversed positions. “How the hell did you do that?”

I smirk, squeezing her throat tighter. “I learned to hogtie at four years old. Still think I can’t handle you?”