Page 16 of The First Day of Breeding Season (Wildfire Ranch #4)

DREW

She bumps her hip against mine on her way to the edge of the water, then flicks her gaze over her shoulder. Watching me watching her.

It’s fucking intense to know just how much she likes my attention.

The urge to grab her and hold her tight is nearly overwhelming. To call her a good girl, Daddy’s best girl, and let her kisses chase all my fears away.

My mouth goes dry as she toes off her boots, unbuttons her jeans, and strips off everything except her underwear.

She folds up her jeans, leaving them at the edge of the water, then leans over.

I crush my hat in my fist, but I don’t move.

Her panty-covered ass tips invitingly in the air as she dunks her shirt under the rushing water, soaking it down.

After squeezing it out, she hangs it on a tree branch to dry.

Then without looking back, she wades into the creek and right under the waterfall.

Only once she’s partially obscured by the rushing water do I follow, as quickly as I can. Clothes off and hung up. Long legs carrying me toward her. Cock aching and half-hard, despite still being covered in jizz from grinding against her at the campsite.

The sooner I get that under the cool water the better.

Except it hardly helps, because I can’t keep my eyes off her.

By the time I reach Brynn under the waterfall, I’ve managed to rinse off my belly, but there’s no hope of cooling my lustful fever.

She turns as I close the gap between us, as I reach for her and curl my fingers over her shoulder, sliding my touch down her slick arm.

Trying not to stare at the way her cotton bra has gone translucent, showing me tight nipples, gorgeous nipples, lush brown tips jutting out from sweet, round curves.

“Hi,” she whispers when I tangle our fingers together.

I cup the back of her neck and kiss her mouth. Taste that breathless little greeting.

Hi .

How do I make sure that I get to hear that every day for the rest of my life?

How do square what I need to in order to be a man who is worthy of her brightness?

I wish we had more time.

But she has a project that requires focus. I have a young bull to keep an eye on.

And the thing about ranching is that it’s always like this. Day in, day out, I’m going to have to find a way to balance loving her the way she deserves and taking care of business.

“You look like a mountain goddess,” I tell her. “You can come up here as often as you want, and I’ll follow you.”

“Yeah?” She looks delighted.

My head spins as she bites her lower lip and glides her fingers down my chest and over the hair on my belly, all the way down to my sodden cotton boxer briefs.

But that’s as far as her bravery takes her, and when my cock flexes upward, straining at the waistband, she squeaks and pulls her hand back.

“Don’t be scared of him,” I say hoarsely. Fuck, I would get down on my knees and beg her not to be scared of any part of me.

It’s my worst nightmare.

I catch her fingers and bring them to my mouth.

She sucks in a breath, blinking up at me, water droplets glittering on the tips of her eyelashes. “I’m not scared. Just unfamiliar.”

My pulse thuds hard.

“But I want to learn,” she adds breathily. “Can you teach me, Daddy?”

I curse under my breath, and her eyes light up.

She knows what that word does to me. Maybe even more than I do.

This is unknown territory.

I shouldn’t be the one to introduce her to pleasure. But I can’t handle the thought of anyone else putting their hands on her body.

Without letting go of her, I tip my face back into the waterfall.

My heart is pounding, and she must be able to feel it, because she kisses my chest.

“Lust is a dangerous thing. ”

Her father said that to me right before he tattooed that rope on my wrist.

“Pick something that will keep you focused.”

I chose frayed rope, because I couldn’t afford to replace it. Rope is precious and valuable to a cowboy. I needed to use it wisely, and save up for more.

She has that same tattoo on her ankle. I wonder if she has any idea what inspired it.

I ease us clear of the falling water, then wipe my face.

Steadying myself to be what she needs. A mentor. A teacher. A confident Daddy who will show her what feels good.

“Come here,” I say, too roughly.

But she comes anyway, and I sink into the pool as she slides onto my lap, her limbs wrapping around me as if we were meant to fit together like this.

“What have you done before?”

She shakes her head. “Nothing.”

Nothing?

I can’t breathe. Not just unfamiliar with sex, but a virgin.

She misreads my panic as something else, and quickly adds, “I want you, though. I want you so much.”

My throat tightens, a weird mix of lust and relief and gratitude. “You have me.”

“And you have experience for both of us,” she says confidently. Erroneously.

I don’t correct her, but I don’t need to. She feels the way I go still.

“Drew?” She pulls back, her gaze sharp and inquisitive.

“It’s been a long time,” I say.

Her brows pull together in curiosity. “How long?”

The answer is strange, really. “Twenty-two years.”

There’s a pause. Then another question, this one very soft. Very quiet. “Why?”

“None of my early experiences were good.” I shrug. “And I made some stupid choices. Once I swore that off, my life got better.”

“But…” She shifts against me, and my cock flexes eagerly. Hard, throbbing. Insistent. “You clearly like sex. Right?”

I laugh, startled. “Yes.”

She exhales in relief. “Oh, good. Because I think I’m going to really like sex with you.”

My hands tighten reflexively on her. “That’s it. That’s exactly it. With you . Sex is great. Well, it usually is. Sometimes.” I swallow hard. “With the right person, it clearly feels incredible.”

“And with the wrong person?”

“It’s mortifying. And awkward.”

She cups my face, her expression painfully soft. Holy fuck, I don’t think I can handle her sympathy for the bad sex I tried to have as a fucking teenager.

I growl and kiss her hard on the mouth. “It was a long time ago,” I manage to say between hungry tastes. “Don’t worry about it. You’re only going to know the incredible kind of sex.”

“Does that mean you want…” She rolls her hips, finding my hard cock.

I band my arm around her hips, locking us together. “I want that, with you, so much it’s absolutely distracted me from the work we’re supposed to be doing.”

“Right.” Her eyelids flutter, and I’m quickly learning that look.

Fuck.

Or rather…no fucking. Not yet.

But I can take care of her needs at least.

That’s what I tell myself, anyway, knowing that’s lust talking. Lust is what drives me to pick her up and carry her to a broad, smooth boulder at the edge of the pool.

Maybe I shouldn’t take so much, so quickly, but she’s turned on again. Already. Flushed and desperate.

As she leans back on her elbows, I pick up her foot and press my mouth to her tattoo.

I hold her gaze as I make a promise against her skin. “I won’t rush you.”

She pouts her lower lip out, a challenge sparking in her eyes. She wants to be rushed, I’m sure. Lust is pounding in her veins, and her tattoo isn’t a promise to herself to stop indulging in that.

“I can’t rush you,” I rephrase, brushing my lips up her calf. “Let me take my time with you, sweetheart. Let me make it special.”

She nods slowly as I reach her knee. “Can I tell you a secret?”

“Anything.” I suck at the inside of her thigh. Her sun warmed skin tastes so fucking good.

She takes a deep breath, and her breasts jiggle invitingly. I bet they taste even better.

With a hungry growl, I climb on top of her and tug that translucent cotton bra down.

Her nipples are tight round peaks, coppery raspberries that make me lick my lips.

“I did a lot of research about you over the last few weeks,” she breathes as I brush my lips over her flesh. Her voice cracks. “Watched every video I could find where you were in the background. I liked the look of you.”

Oh, fuck. “Did you, now?”

I tease one tip with my tongue.

“Y-yes,” she manages to get out.

I latch on to her and suck.

She cries, arching her back, and that’s enough of that secret for now. She can save the rest for later, when I’m done making her feel good.

I lap at her tits, tasting as much of her as I can pull into my mouth.

She squirms under me, clutching at my arms, her fingers only wrapping part way around my straining muscles.

I feel like a giant feasting on a sweet maiden, breathing hard. Beastly.

But she likes it so much, I can hear that in her sweet cries.

And I feel it, in the way she shoves her panties down her hips.

I shouldn’t let her.

I can’t take her, not here, not like this. Not when I’ve just promised to take things slow.

Breathing hard, I roll my head against her chest. She cradles me against her breast, her fingers sinking into my damp hair, and it’s as if she urges me to look down her body.

She’s showing me how ready she is for something .

So fucking real, all solid lushness as I move down her torso. The crystallization of every vague fantasy I’ve ever had in the dark, holding my cock and dreaming of a woman to claim for myself.

I lick my way lower, to her curl-dusted mound, and groan at the way her pussy looks like a pretty little secret.

The sounds she makes as I kiss my way closer to that first taste of her delicate arousal are incredible.

Gasping moans. Pleas that are sweeter than birdsong.

I grip her thighs and spread her legs wider, making her hot little cunt bloom for me.

And inside, she’s glistening.

I barely recognize the feral roar as coming from me as I fall on her, pressing my face to the center of her body.

Home .

She’s so slick, so perfectly ripe and ready inside.

Mount her .

I could, I think. I could get on top of her and work my fat cock into her pussy.

But I can’t violate her any more than I have.

And this really is enough for me, just getting to eat her cunt like a whole damn meal. Sweet and salty, musky and perfect. I want to gorge myself.

What I want, though, isn’t as important as what she needs.

I say her name.

I sound desperate.

She’s breathing hard as I lift my head and hold her attention.

“Ride my face. Be shameless. Show me what feels best for you, you understand?” I stare up at her until she nods, until she knows I’m serious.

But still, she hesitates.

“I mean it,” I growl. “I want you to use me.”

She curves her fingers around my head.

I exhale against her flesh. “Yes, baby. Take what you want from me. Put my mouth where you need it.”

“Okay, Daddy,” she whispers, then pulls me into heaven.

I taste what that name does to her, a gush of slick honey let loose as she starts to rock her hips.

Her pussy heats and softens, too. So fucking sexy.

Yes, baby. Ride Daddy’s face , I would say, except I can’t because my mouth is full, my tongue busy learning the tight entrance to her body.

Her fingers tug at my short hair.

I’ll grow it longer if she likes holding me against her cunt like this.

I’ll do anything to make her happy.

As her legs start to tremble, I catch her thighs and hook them over my shoulders. This is an even better angle, lifting her hips up, and her clit, her lovely swollen pulsing clit, drags against my nose.

She gasps and grabs my head harder, pulling my mouth there.

Latching on, I tug that secret part of her against my tongue. Her soft curls tease my nose, her honey coats my chin, and those strong legs flex against my shoulders. “Drew,” she pants suddenly, desperately. “Oh no, I’m going to?—”

And then I can’t hear what she says next, because her thighs pull up, squeezing tight around my head.

My entire world narrows to the taste and feel of her orgasm. To the scent of her pleasure, the sweetness swirling deep into my core, and how fucking right all of this feels.

As soon as she sags back against the rock, I climb on top of her, my cock heavy and swaying, tenting my still damp boxer briefs.

She fumbles with the waistband, and I should help, but I can’t, I’m shaking. All I can do is brace myself above her.

“What do you like?”

I laugh under my breath. “Anything you want to do. I might explode as soon as you touch me, sweetheart.”

“That’s okay.”

“It’s really not.” I inhale deeply, trying to remember all of my noble plans for these few days together. They’re gone, lost in the wildflowers between here and where I left the truck behind. “But I’m yours to play with.”

A delighted smile dazzles up at me as she wraps her fingers around my cock, tugging it into the open. Brushing the sensitive tip against her belly. Making seed pulse to the tip already.

“You can make a mess on me,” she breathes. “I think I’d like that.”

A mess in my pants, a mess on her. Every act a little bit closer to being inside her, bare, and making a mess with lasting consequences.