Page 16 of Tusks & Saddles

“Not even close,” he growled. Hooking his thumb in his boxers, he shoved everything off his body.

In the three seconds it took her to fling off her bra, he had her by the waist. Will let out a surprised yelp over his shoulder as he hoisted her up onto it and waded into the river.

At its bank, the river was maybe a foot, maybe two.

The center of the river, however, was over five feet, coming up to his armpits.

Boone chucked his Enriyes like a sack of flour into the water and watched her splash about.

She sank down underneath the water for only a moment.

Boone followed her, watching through lazily moving, mostly-clear water as she shook out her hair vigorously.

He broke the surface with a gasp and only three seconds to brace as she kicked off the riverbed.

Her arms shot out of the water and grabbed him by the shoulders.

Like he’d taken the broad side of a cow to the chest, she threw herself into him and knocked the two of them back under the water.

Boone hooked an arm around his flopping trout of a woman, and fished them both back out of the river.

If Roger thought maybe they were drowning, he didn’t seem interested in saving them.

Not as Boone broke back through the surface, booming with laughter.

“Woman, you trying to drown me?”

“I told you not to ‘woman’ me!” she roared, kicking and thrashing trying to get out of his arms. His cock hardened at the feel of her slick body sliding across his chest. Boone cupped the back of her head, forcing her still.

“Then what should I call you?” he teased.

“I’ll accept ‘baby’, ‘honey’, my fucking name,” she huffed.

“Mine?” He arched a brow.

“Obviously, you won’t let me convince you otherwise.

” She tossed her arms out to the side. For a moment, while she was panting for air and he was marveling of how pretty she was, there was only the rush of water and a light, sweet moo floating around them.

Then her hands found his cheeks and he felt her legs wrap around him.

And finally, without another complaint, she pulled his mouth to hers.

He kissed her hard. I love you, spitfire.

I want you, Willamina Jones. I have always wanted you.

He wanted the kiss to say everything that she wouldn’t allow him to say. Not just yet, at least.

There would come a time when Will was ready to hear it.

For the moment, he’d take what she was willing to give.

One hand moving to cup the nape of her neck, the other finding purchase against her round ass, he couldn’t help squeezing.

Her hips rutted against him and he would apologize for any stray glimpse Roger caught later.

He wasn’t about to let her get away again.

Boone walked them to the other side, attempting to put a little space between the herd and them .

Breaking the kiss, he trailed it down her cheek, then her throat as he laid her down into the damp moss decorating the riverbank.

Her fingers trailed his broad back, tracing every curve and line.

He shivered. More, please, don’t stop touching me.

Hard not to buck at every little brush of her fingertips when one is touch starved.

His kiss grew frenzied, hungry, and desperate against her throat as she tugged on him.

Knees hitting the riverbed, he nestled himself between her thick thighs.

“Goddess preserve me,” he breathed against her collarbone.

“I don’t think she can save you here,” Will laughed playfully, spearing a hand between them.

She wrapped those damn fingers around his cock, and he saw stars.

The only thing keeping him from spilling on her right then and there was the desperation to be inside her.

It’s been a while and it’s…well it’s her.

Anyone else I wouldn’t even be at half-mast right now.

“Damnation it is,” he groaned against the valley of her breast, leaving hot kisses against her skin.

Will arched into it, guiding him up onto her reddened nipples.

They were pebbled and hard, fitting perfectly between his lips.

He grazed his teeth against them, just a light tug, to gauge her reaction.

Her grip around his cock tightened. Boone sucked on them harder, flicking his tongue against them and she let out a whine.

If he wasn’t already a proud bastard, the sound of his name falling off her lips in that breathy rasp sure gave him a complex.

Then she pressed his tip to her slick curls and his eyes rolled back in his head.

Will giggled, a sound he was sure he imagined except for she did it again as she shifted her hips.

His tip pressed against her and she giggled again.

That damn sound, I’m going to wring it from her over and over and over.

“Boone, if you don’t take me now, I’m gonna flip you like a pancake and take care of business myself. ”

Boone snorted. “I won’t last long.”

“I didn’t ask if you were going to last long, I asked if you were going to fuck me already—mmmffh.

” He cut her off with another sloppy kiss, spreading her thighs further with his, and sinking into that tempting warmth.

Fine. He was trying to get himself to calm down long enough he could actually show her a thing or two.

But she’s always been fucking impatient.

He grinned against her moaning mouth as he sank into her to the hilt.

Her walls squeezed him tight. It made his toes curl and he had to take a deep breath.

“When this push is over,” he murmured against her lips, pulling back till only his tip filled her. “I’m going to make you dinner in the kitchen.” He thrust forward sharply, burying himself completely in her. Will’s fingers raked up his back. “You’re going to dance with me and let me take my time.”

That damn giggle of hers as she limply threw her legs around him once more. “You can’t fuck me in the kitchen, Boone.”

“I wouldn’t dream of it.” He grunted as he pulled back once more only to sharply thrust again. “We’ll dance, we’ll eat, then I’ll take you upstairs.”

“Where everyone will hear us?” She laughed.

“You want me to fuck you out in the grass?”

“Fuck it, bend me over the fence out in the yard for all I care, Boone, please.”

Talking helped take the edge off, but it didn’t help she was a snug glove.

She was warm, wet, and gripped him for all he was worth.

Boone kissed her hard again, picking up the pace just for her.

He wasn’t long for this world, not with her beneath him.

His balls pulled up against his body and he felt the traitorous wash of bliss come down over his back.

Boone moaned against her grinning lips .

“Now, was that so hard?” she teased with a playful tug on his bottom lip.

“Baby, I’m not done with you,” he growled, grinding against her. While his cock was slowly softening, he could tell she liked the full feeling. I can work with that…just after I mark up her pretty neck with my teeth.