Page 36 of The Brave and the Reckless (Bravetown #1)

“Fuck, look at you,” he rasped as his gaze traveled down my body and locked on to my spread legs. My chest, my stomach and even my thighs were streaked in mud. There really was only one spot he’d left unscathed. I wanted his touch so bad, even his gaze sent a hot pulse through my insides.

“No more looking. You can admire your finger-painting skills later,” I said, trying to pull him back to me with my ankles closed behind his back, and failing. “God, you’re like a fucking boulder. Will you get on top of me already?”

His lips pulled into a lopsided grin I hadn’t seen before. It put a deep dimple in his cheek. This was worse than the cheeky grin he usually only sported as Ace. This spelled trouble, and I was on the receiving end of it. Goosebumps raced across my entire body in response.

“You want me on top of you?”

“I just said that.” I wriggled my wrists in his grasp, just enough to claw my nails into his hand to convey my impatience. He didn’t even have the decency to flinch.

“Princess, are you going to let me fill that sweet little pussy with my cock and fuck you out here in the dirt for the whole world to see?”

My mouth ran dry at the images his words painted.

Not that there really was a “whole world” besides rain and farmland.

But the idea was still there. Anyone coming down that driveway would have been able to see how he had me sprawled out in the mud.

It was risky and indecent, and that hadn’t even crossed my mind.

All I knew was that I needed to feel more of him.

And Noah wasn’t judging. He was asking permission.

“Yes,” I replied, voice hoarse.

“You’re going to have to say it.” Noah reached for his jeans, pushing them lower without easing up on my wrists. I used my heels to help him get the denim down alongside his boxers.

I was going to say it. Noah, pretty please, just fuck me in the mud already.

But his mounting erection sprang free from his pants and wiped my entire vocabulary from my frontal lobe.

That thing would not fit inside of me. How did he even ride with that?

Did he need a permit to carry it around in his pants?

Like, that just had to classify as a concealed weapon, right?

Despite all the thoughts racing through my mind, the only word that made it from my brain to my tongue was “Oh.”

Noah leaned down, the tip of his nose brushing against mine. So gentle and sweet, the complete opposite to the thick tip of his cock stroking deep through my pussy from entrance to clit and back again. I quivered and moaned into his hovering mouth.

“Say it, Esra,” he huffed.

“What if I don’t?” I leaned up to catch his bottom lip between my teeth, only to earn myself a harsh thrust over my sensitive flesh. The flames in my core were licking up my spine, making me arch for him. There really was no denying how much I craved him. “Noah, I’m not…”

His eyes searched mine for that flicker of hesitation that kept us apart.

“I’m not sure that’s going to fit.”

He glanced down as if the thought had never occurred to him. “Princess, it’ll fit. We didn’t get all the way here for you to be anything but perfect for me.”

“It’s really unfair that you can just say things like that and make my insides melt. God, Noah. ”

Instead of answering, he kissed me, slow and deliberate, dragging his length over me once more. I shivered at every delicious ridge and vein rippling over my clit.

“God,” I gasped and sank my nails into his hand again because I knew I’d need to hold on to something after my next words, “I need to feel you, Noah. Let me have you.”

His hand slid under my ass. He gave my cheek a short squeeze before pushing my thigh up. My leg pressed deep into my stomach, turning my breathing shallow, but more importantly, opening my pussy up for him. Noah’s own breath labored through his chest as he aligned his tip with my entrance.

That lopsided grin pulled his lips up.

“Beg.”

“Stop playing with me, Young.”

He slapped my ass hard enough for droplets of water to spray up and hit my face. Unfortunately for my stubbornness, that sharp sting shot straight to my core, eliciting a desperate moan.

“Please,” I whimpered, grinding up to get any sort of relief, “please fuck me.”

I only got a warning in the split second Noah’s grip tightened on my crossed wrists.

His hips snapped forward. The impossible fit wasn’t entirely impossible.

He burrowed himself inside me so fast, my insides didn’t get the chance to cramp up.

The stretch still seared through me, and my responding cry was more pain than pleasure.

By the time my muscles tightened, he’d already sheathed himself several inches deep.

“Look at me, Esra.” His fingers pinched my chin and I blinked, unaware I’d even closed my eyes.

Rain dribbled from his ink-black hair to my face, cooling the hot blush in my cheeks.

He released my wrists and stroked my hair as I adjusted beneath him.

With every gentle caress, the tension ebbed from my body. “Can you take more? Just a little.”

“Mm-hmm.” I nodded, not enough strength to produce words.

He kissed me as he slowly lowered his weight, catching every whimper with his lips. He sank deeper, my inner walls resisting the novel stretch of being so thoroughly filled.

“That’s it. Easy, girl. You’re doing so good,” he rumbled.

His words snapped me back into my mind, pain forgotten. “Fuck you,” I hissed, “don’t talk to me like I’m one of your damn horses.”

“There she is, my feisty little princess.” He grinned as he pulled back again, and my thighs automatically jerked against him. “I thought I’d lost you there for a second.”

“It’ll take a bit more than your—” My voice cut off into a strangled gasp when his hips delved forward, a little further than before.

My abdomen felt swollen around him, but the pain wasn’t half as bad on the second thrust. By the third one, he was moving just a little easier.

My core began to welcome the depth of him.

For a few moments neither of us spoke, lost to the ways our bodies fit against each other.

I sank my nails deep into his shoulders, relishing the way even a little scratch could make him change his movements.

He retaliated by roaming his hands over my chest, pinching and rolling my nipples until they were so sensitized, every brush against them had me writhing beneath him.

“You’re going to be the death of me,” he breathed after my pinky nail left a particularly angry red mark across his neck.

“I’ll take that as a compliment.”

“Of course, you would.”

I huffed and squeezed my muscles around him.

He groaned loud and stilled to stare down at me, surprise mixing with a quiet challenge in his eyes. “That’s how you want to play it?”

I painted on an innocent smile. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Faster than I could process, Noah’s hands wrapped around my calves, and he hiked my legs up on to his shoulders.

He still came down with his face inches from mine, pressing my knees up against my chest. My lips trembled.

This tightened his fit again, but I also knew he’d be able to slide even deeper than before at this angle.

He rolled his hips back and I braced myself for the inevitable perfect pain, only for both of us to slide across the ground.

Without my heels digging in, we’d lost some purchase.

“Oh no, what’s wrong?” I asked in mock-surprise and squeezed him inside me again. I’d won that round.

“Fuck. Goddamn rain.” He slapped his hand against the stable door. The wood creaked but stabilized his position enough for the next thrust to push to an exquisite deep spot that knocked the air from my lungs. He bottomed out inside me with a groan.

I couldn’t breathe through the fullness. He was everywhere. In the heat coursing through my blood. In the cold water dripping from his round shoulders. In the hot air that traveled from his mouth to mine with every gasp.

“Noah.” My voice came strangled .

“I know, baby.” He delivered blow after blow, hitting that same perfect spot that stole my breath.

My mouth dropped open, desperate for air.

My spine arched high, and my feet scrambled for some sort of hold, but I couldn’t breathe.

I couldn’t. I cou— I fell over the edge with a primal scream, my lungs filling and emptying through the same sound.

I was drowning. Wave after wave of pleasure crashed over me, keeping me under the surface, cut off from oxygen, only for me to come up again with loud cries.

Noah’s pace increased. I was sure he was calling my name, but the waves drowned him out. I held him through the perfect storm. “Esra, I’m about to…” he rasped against my lips. His hand brushed over my cheek, pulling me from my blissful daze just enough to meet his hesitant gaze.

“Yes.” I knew what he was asking, but I couldn’t form more eloquent words to reassure him with.

Those three simple letters occupied my every thought.

“Yes,” I repeated and closed my mouth over his.

“Yes.” I kissed him longer, kissed him again and again as I echoed how much I wanted him, all of him.

“Yes. Yes. Yes.” I grasped at his neck and wrapped my legs tighter around his shoulders as he spilled himself inside me, riding out his own waves.

When we stilled, it felt like my body was floating, tingling and limp and warm.

“Fuck, that was…” Noah pressed his forehead against mine, breathing hard.

“Wholeheartedly agree.” My voice came out scratchy. “Wanna go for round two?”

“Woman, I haven’t even pulled out yet.” He chuckled and stole a quick kiss from my lips and leaned back. One hand lazily roamed down my sternum to my navel while he carefully untangled my legs before shifting out of me. I whimpered at the sudden cold emptiness.

“We may have a problem,” he mumbled, kneeling between my legs.