Page 17 of The First Day of Breeding Season (Wildfire Ranch #4)

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I can’t believe this is real, but there’s also nothing more real than Drew hunched up over top of me, racing toward an orgasm because of my fingers on his cock.

Every little piece of this moment is going to be seared in my memory. Especially the part that isn’t little at all.

Drew’s erection is even bigger in my hand than he felt between my legs. And heavier, too, like all the blood in his body has pumped hot and needy to where we are connected.

I grip him harder, and he surges his hips forward with a primal growl.

“Fuck, yes. Milk me, Brynn. Make me come all over you.”His expression tightens and his words start to break apart.

In my hand, his cock feels like it’s stretching even bigger, and I can’t imagine how that’s going to feel inside me.

Then, with a throbbing spasm, he paints me with a streak of white release that takes me by surprise. Another follows, then his thrusts slow and the rest of his seed fills my hand as his cock softens.

Oh.

How wonderful.

How messy and wonderful.

I don’t understand how he hasn’t wanted to do this all the time over the last twenty-two years?—

My heart slams against my chest.

Drew doesn’t notice, because he’s reaching for something, oh, my creek-drenched panties, and he’s wiping his seed off my tummy.

In a daze, I watch the flex of his muscles in his forearm, making the little frayed rope jump on his wrist.

He hasn’t been with anyone since before I was born .

We have matching tattoos, and not by accident.

And I got my tattoo when I started at Climax Springs Community College, where I was drawn in search of something and I found his brother, who immediately told me I should work with Drew.

It took me three years to summon the courage.

Would he have wanted me then?

Probably not.

A lump forms in my throat, because I’m not even sure he can easily accept our current age gap.

“Are you okay?” he asks, stretching out beside me.

I nod quickly. “Will you ask me that every time?”

“Probably.” He traces the edge of my bra, still tugged down below my tits. “I worry about hurting you.”

“Did that happen before?”

Dark red slashes stretch across his cheeks as he nods.

“You can tell me,” I whisper.

It was so long ago, I can’t be jealous. And I don’t want him to have any fear between us.

“The first girl I was with, well, she was older than me. Not a lot, but she had experience and I didn’t.

I came real fast, I really didn’t even get inside her.

So she told me to make it up for her, and I was too clumsy and didn’t know what I was doing.

It was mortifying. So then I…” He trails off and groans. “Brynn, I shouldn’t tell you this.”

I kiss him on the mouth. “I think you should tell me everything. No matter what.”

He presses his forehead against mine. “After that, I learned I could pay people for a hand job.”

I nod as much as I can with our heads pressed together. “Smart, honestly.”

“Expensive, actually.” He sucks in a breath.

“But I learned to control my release a bit. So I tried hooking up with more people and every time it went wrong. Sometimes I couldn’t finish, sometimes they’d ask me to be rough and then it was too rough, and I always stopped.

Brynn, you have to know I never hurt anyone for real.

But it was never good. I couldn’t be what they needed, and I never found someone who… ”

“Who would show you want to do? And tell you they were okay?”

He huffs a frustrated laugh. “Yes.”

“I can do that.” I kiss his cheeks, where he’s blushing. “You can make me do that, Daddy.”

“You like that, huh?”

“Mmhmm.”

“I like it, too. I want to take care of you. But you’re so little.”

“Are you afraid that you might be too big for me?” I ask.

Now his laugh is genuine, and his expression softens. “No. I may not have wanted to try fucking anyone recently, but I do watch porn sometimes. Not a lot. Usually I just fuck my hand and imagine a cowgirl with honey blonde hair and an ass that won’t quit.”

“Stop it.” But I don’t mean that. My heart is galloping again.

“I’m not lying.”

I know he’s not.

“I think we were meant to be,” I whisper.

He cups my face in his hand. “I know we were.”

His lips cover mine, strong and confident, and his tongue swallows everything else I want to say next. I love you. I need you. Promise me you mean that because I think you’re my soulmate for real.

When he finally pulls away, his thumb brushes my kiss-swollen lips. “I’m not going to pretend that I don’t want to stay here all day, kissing you in the warm sun, but…”

“—but we need to do some work,” I say, finishing the thought. “I know. Teach me your ways, cowboy.”

“You’re going to teach me a few things, too.”

I press my lips to those little crinkles at the corners of his eyes.

“I really love it when you smile,” I whisper against his skin.

“Fuck.” He moans and drags my hand to his cock, which is thickening again . “Don’t tell anyone how easy I am for a compliment, apparently.”

“Our secret.” I shiver against him, even though the sun is plenty warm.

“I’m going to find your clothes and dress you now.”

“Okay, Daddy.”

He laughs and groans and rolls away.

Somehow, we manage to get dressed and get back to work. We actually get a ton done when we return to the pasture with a focused purpose. Drew takes a head count while I make notes, tracking which cows are showing signs of heat.

“Only three so far,” he observes before nodding to Ten Gallon. “Though our boy there seems pretty eager.”

As if on cue, Ten Gallons mounts one of the cows with zero preamble. The whole thing is over in seconds—literally seconds—and I feel unexpected heat flood my face so fast I might spontaneously combust at the reminder of Drew worrying he might go off quickly, but he didn’t. Not really.

And I know in my bones he wouldn’t when he’s inside me, too. But it would be okay if he did.

Brynn Hughes, this is not the time to think about that!

“You’re real pretty when you blush, you know that?” Drew’s voice is low and amused as he comes to stand beside me, shooting me a sideways look that promises he can read my thoughts.

God, the way he looks at me should be bottled and studied. He makes me feel precious and desired and his . And also, bold in a way I’ve never been before, words tumbling out before my brain can catch up.

“You can mount me any time you want.”

The silence that follows is approximately seventeen years long.

“Oh my God.” I press both hands to my flaming cheeks. “Never mind. Ignore that I said that. Please. I’m begging you. It was hotter in my head.”

Drew just nods, as if we’re still talking about the herd. As if this is a normal rancher conversation. “Good to know you think that’s hot. Maybe you’re going into heat, too.”

My mouth falls open.

He turns, cups my face, his thumb brushing my jaw, and winks. “Back to work, cowgirl.”

By late afternoon, even Ten Gallon has called it quits. The sun is low in the sky, a big golden orb drifting toward the horizon. The cattle have settled down into the grass. More heifers have joined the herd, but there’s still no sign of Thor.

“Let’s break for dinner,” Drew says. “And while we eat, we can send the drone up to see where the big guy is.”