Page 44 of The County Line (Whitewood Creek Farm #2)

Molly recovers quickly, pretending the wine went down wrong again.

My dad’s talking about something to do with Troy, politics, and the corrupt ex-sheriff in our town who conveniently retired right before I was released.

My movements are slow, deliberate, my palm rubbing into her clit in just the right rhythm to keep her composure fraying as I edge her.

But under the table, it’s a battle of wills.

She squeezes her thighs together, trying to keep my hand from moving but I just work her harder.

What Molly doesn’t realize is that I don’t mind multitasking—talking to my family while taking care of her is a skill I’m more than happy to master.

And judging by the way her free hand grips the edge of the table, her body trembling just slightly as I push her closer to the edge, she’s enjoying the lesson too.

“And are you enjoying being a parole officer? That’s quite a different pace from the police department?” my dad asks, not realizing that Molly is clearly struggling and looking for a way out.

She swallows and nods her head, plastering the most convincing smile across her face but I see through it, I want to watch her squirm. I pet her clit reverently with my thumb as I pick up my movements.

“Yes, it’s been a great learning experience…

” I try to get a third finger inside of her and feel her thighs shake.

“And um… very eye opening.” She’s stumbling now, I know I should throw her a bone, but I refuse to.

I want to feel that sweet heat and the contractions all over my fingers.

I’m hard under the table, too. If she just reached out and rubbed me once, I think I might bust all over the underside of the table.

“Speaking of you know I think we should finish this session back at your house?” she says, shooting daggers with her eyes as I continue to pump into her, my poker face has been refined though and I’m staring at her so blankly, anyone watching us wouldn’t have a clue what’s going on.

“If that’s what you wish. You’re the boss.

At least, until today is done,” I say, dropping my voice.

Her eyes widen as the rest of the table stares at us silently, observing our private moment and probably wondering what the hell we’re talking about.

I remove my fingers from her slit and pinch her clit as she lets out an audible gasp.

“Weird energy in here,” Georgia murmurs, her eyes darting between Cash, who’s doubled over laughing now, and Molly, whose cheeks are a deep, undeniable pink as she bolts to her feet.

“Colton Marshall, a word. Now! ” she says, her voice louder than necessary. My dad’s eyebrows shoot up in surprise, and the corners of Regan’s mouth quirk upward like she’s piecing it all together.

“Oh, I see it now!” Regan exclaims, clapping her hands together in delight. “This is so great! My twin brother and my best friend!” She squeals like a kid on Christmas morning. “I knew this might happen one day!”

Molly’s face turns an even brighter shade of red. She doesn’t say a word, but the look she shoots me is part panic, part exasperation. I might not have disclosed information outright, but clearly, our secret is out. And frankly, I’m tired of hiding what we have. What we’ll always have.

I adjust myself in my seat, careful to tuck my cock down as well as I can in my pant leg, stand, and step toward her, leaning close enough to growl low in her ear. “Let me go finish you, baby.”

Without giving her a chance to argue, I take her hand and lead her toward the door.

“Thanks for dinner, Marshall family!” Molly calls over her shoulder, her voice pitched higher than usual. Laughter erupts behind us, but I don’t stop. By the time we hit the truck, she’s tugging on my arm, half-scolding, half-laughing.

“Colt!” she protests as I lift her effortlessly into the passenger seat like some caveman. Her cheeks are still flushed, but now she’s grinning as she shakes her head. “We could’ve just told them, you know?”

“I wasn’t sure you were ready,” I admit, climbing into the driver’s seat and meeting her gaze head-on.

She bites down on her bottom lip, that telltale spark in her eyes making my chest feel ten sizes too big.

“You’re right,” she says, her voice soft and teasing. “Guess it’s better this way. Rip the Band-Aid off.”

I smirk as I start the truck, reaching over to slide my hand onto her thigh. “They’ll get over it. But I’m not sure I ever will. Seeing you flustered like that?” My thumb strokes her skin, my voice dropping a little. “It’s a damn good look on you.”

I drive down the dirt roads, making it in record time to our home.

Cash helped me put up the walls, pour the foundation, lay the floors and add the roof earlier this week.

The windows are in, and we just have a few final touches before it’s ready for furniture.

When I park, I help her out and lead her directly into the house.

Though we haven’t been sleeping here, I know what I want to do right now deserves to be done right here, in the middle of the place where we’ll grow old together and start a family someday soon.

“What are we doing in here?” she asks, her cheeks flushed as she smiles up at me.

I take her into the kitchen and point, feeling like a mushy fool. “I’m showing you our new home. Right here,” I point, “Is where I’m going to make you breakfast every morning after eating you out in our bed.”

She turns pinker as she smiles.

“And over here,” I open the bathroom door on the first floor. It’s just a toilet right now. No sink or shower. “Is where I intend on having you ride me.”

“On the toilet seat?”

I nod. “On every surface, Molly, maybe even when I’m taking a shit,” I say playfully as she laughs again harder.

“Right here,” I point to the living room.

It’s open, with floor to ceiling views of the creek that’s still rushing like a river outside just a few feet away, “this is where I intend on fucking you in front of the fireplace. But it’s also where we’ll have a Christmas tree with presents under it for our kids someday. ”

Her eyes are shimmering now as she stares at me. “Gotta have that balance.”

I chuckle. “And then upstairs,” I step closer because I can’t wait any longer to touch her, not when her scent and wetness is still dripping from my fingers like honey, “That’s where I’ll make love to you every night.

Where our kids will sleep someday. And where we’ll hear their laughter, thinking about the bare bones this place once was and the emptiness inside of me that you brought back to life. ”

She reaches up on her toes, pressing a kiss against my lip. I grip the back of her neck to keep her there, tipping her head upward and deepening it as I taste her. She tastes like home. Familiar and new all at the same time.

“I swear I’ll never hurt you. I’ll always protect you, always cherish you, always love you. I love you, Molly Patrick.”

She pulls back, her eyes searching for the truth in mine. I know she’ll find it there.

“I love you too, Colt Marshall.”

I kiss her hard, then pull back, locking my eyes with hers. “On your hands and knees. Now.”

She gasps, a flicker of surprise lighting her features before she complies.

Her hands find the smooth wood floor that I just installed, real wood from old, dead trees on our property that were blown down from our last storm.

It’s not exactly comfortable, but I know she can handle it.

And tonight? Tonight is different. Tonight is ours—the night we promised each other forever. The night we said I love you .

This moment is going to leave a mark on her, one way or another.

I reach for the waistband of her shorts, hooking my fingers under and yanking them down along with her panties. The fabric pools around her knees, and I take a second to admire her—the curve of her back, the perfect slope of her hips, the way her flushed skin catches the low light.

My hands run over the firm, warm globes of her ass, my palms kneading until her skin turns white beneath my grip.

I groan at the sight, unable to hold back any longer.

My fingers go to my zipper, freeing my cock.

I drag it through her pussy, coating it in her and then use that as lube as I jerk myself.

“You ready for me, baby?” I ask.

She nods and then I thrust into her, burying myself to the hilt in one smooth motion.

She lets out a sharp cry, her body tensing around me, then rocks back, adjusting to my length as we both get a feel for each other again. The tight heat of her surrounds me, pulls me under as I clench my jaw to stay focused.

“Been thinking about this all damn dinner,” I rasp, my hands gripping her hips.

I knead her ass again, pressing the soft flesh together to heighten the friction as I pull out of her wet heat, only to slide all the way back in, bottoming out.

In and out I go, watching her pussy thin and stretch as it absorbs all of my strokes.

“I could tell,” she pants, glancing back over her shoulder, her lips parted and eyes dark with need.

I smirk, gripping her tighter and picking up the pace, driving into her steadily, feeling her body respond to mine with every thrust. She moans my name, the sound going straight to my chest, my head, everywhere.

“I don’t plan on ever using a condom with you,” I tell her, my voice rough with conviction. “Doesn’t feel right. Feels like we were always meant to be this way. Skin on skin.”

Her body shivers beneath me, her breath catching as I push deeper, harder.

I can feel her tighten around me, her nails scratching against the floor as I angle my hips to hit just the right spot.

I hope her hands leave marks there, so that anytime I’m home without her, I’ll remember the way she felt for me.

If I could get any deeper, I would—my cock feels like it’s reaching places no one else ever could, places that were made for me alone.

I thrust harder, faster, watching as her knees slide slightly across the hardwood. She cries out my name, her voice cracking with raw emotion.

“I love you,” she gasps, her words breaking apart with each thrust.

“I love you too, Molly,” I breathe back, my voice hoarse and unsteady as I lean over her, covering her body with mine. My chest presses against her back, my lips brush against her ear. “Always.”

And in that moment, nothing else exists but the sound of our breathing, the heat between us, and the undeniable truth of what we’ve just built together.

Something unbreakable. Something that will last forever.

She rocks back against me, her hips colliding with mine in a desperate rhythm, matching every thrust with the kind of urgency that makes my pulse spike.

Her breath hitches, ragged and uneven, and she keeps whispering my name like it’s the only word she remembers.

Her body starts to tremble, her muscles locking tight as the pleasure overtakes her—crying out as she shatters apart in my hands, beautiful and breathless.

The way she squeezes around me—tight, pulsing, relentless—pulls a raw sound from deep in my chest.

“Fuck, Molly…”

I drive into her once, twice more, chasing the edge until I feel it—sharp and certain—and then I let go, spilling into her with a guttural groan, my body tightening in a rush of heat and release.

My hips keep moving, slower now, coaxing her down from the high, easing us both through the aftermath.

Her arms give out beneath her, and she sinks to her elbows, panting, her body soft and sated as I press a kiss to the sweat-slick skin at the top of her spine.

I don’t leave her empty. Not yet.

I wrap an arm around her waist and gently guide her onto her back, watching her eyes flutter open with a hazy, blissed-out look that makes my chest ache.

Then I slide down between her thighs, parting them with my hands and kissing a trail from the soft curve of her belly down to where she’s still trembling.

She lets out a breathless sound, her fingers scratch against the hardwood as I settle in. And then I wrap my mouth around her clit. Soft, slow. A teasing suck that makes her jolt.

I hum against her, letting the vibration roll through her body as I taste every last bit of her, refusing to let her come down all the way. Not yet. Not when she’s still so warm and wet and responsive. I drape her thighs over my shoulders to angle her deeper and they tremble there.

“Colt,” she gasps, voice cracks.

I look up, eyes meeting hers as I drag my tongue over her again, tender and deliberate as I taste the mixture of us.

“You’re not done,” I murmur against her. “Not until I say so.”

“Colt…” she whimpers.

“I need more of you.”

I thrust my fingers inside of her as she clamps down, pussy still convulsing from her release, the warmth gushing out of her.

“Marry me Molly,” I mumble against her opening, lapping at the mixture of us that’s dripping out before sucking on her clit and flicking it with my tongue.

“I love everything about who you are, and I can’t imagine not having you living here with me forever.

You’re my best friend and I want to grow old with you. ”

She gasps, and rocks up onto her elbows to watch while I suck on her, and then she drops her head back between her shoulder blades as she stares at the ceiling, as if she’s trying to find the answers there.

“Are you serious, Colt?”

“As serious as sweet as you taste.” I kiss her there, all over her wet pussy until I can feel her clenching again, a full body crunch as she climaxes a second time for me.

When she finally stills, her breath soft and even again, I don’t leave her lying there on the cold floor.

I shift beside her, pulling her into my arms, letting her melt against my chest so her bare skin doesn’t have to touch the hard wood.

My fingers trail up and down her spine, slow and steady, grounding us both in the silence that settles around us.

“Yes, I’ll marry you, Colt,” she whispers, her voice thick with emotion and exhaustion. “But you’re insane. Who proposes while they’re going down on someone?”

A deep laugh rumbles out of me as I press a kiss to her damp temple. “Wasn’t the plan, I swear. But you put that sweet pussy in my face and suddenly all logical thought left the building. I couldn’t hold it back. You’ve always made me lose my mind, Molly. And you’ve always made me better.”

She leans back just enough to find my mouth with hers, brushing a soft kiss against my lips, the kind of kiss that’s quiet and sure and filled with something deeper than lust.

“I love that about us,” she murmurs. “I never wanted something cookie-cutter. I never wanted safe and predictable. I wanted real. And messy. And ours. We were friends first. We’ve been everything to each other… and now we’ll be husband and wife.”

My heart swells, a lump forming in my throat so tight I can’t speak. I just hold her closer.

We’ll be everything.