Page 20 of Wild and Unruly (Three Rivers Trevors Ranch #3)

bonnie

I couldn’t wait a second longer. The rest of Stetson’s family was out watching the rodeo, and the second our horses were settled, cooling off in the shade of the trailer, I grabbed his hand and dragged him into the trailer.

It wasn’t exactly how I pictured us doing this the first time, but I don’t want to wait. The man has already defiled me on a mountain. Doing it in a horse trailer was bound to happen.

“What’s wrong?” Stetson asks, concern coating each word. He’s obviously reading my frantic actions all wrong.

“Nothing, I just want some privacy.” This is a nice trailer, so there is AC running inside where anyone who needs it could cool off. The living quarters are big enough for us to move around in.

I reach over and lock the door, looking back at Stetson. His eyebrows are now raised in a questioning and confused manner. “You about to have your way with me?”

I swallow, taking off my hat and setting it neatly on the little dining table. I rip the ponytail out of my hair and turn back to him, shaking my hair and taking a breath. “Yes.”

Before he can answer that or question it, I start to kick off my boots and undo the buttons on my blouse to reveal the bra beneath.

“I typically wear a tank top under these shirts, but it was so hot this morning that I was concerned with adding too many layers. Thankfully, I didn’t sweat through the button-up because that would have been massively embarrassing. ”

“Bonnie,” he starts, still staring.

“What?” I ask, reaching down to take off my socks and undo my belt. I stop, looking at Stetson’s still-dressed form. “Why aren’t you getting undressed?”

“Because I’m confused and eager, but I don’t want to be too eager just in case you’re having some sort of breakdown.”

“Oh, I’m not having a breakdown,” I say, unzipping my pants. “I’m just tired of waiting, and I want you too bad to wait any longer.”

“Shit,” he says. His hands reach out and grasp my hips, pulling me into his strong body. “Bonnie, I want this more than I can say, but are you sure you want to do this here?” He glances around the trailer, his gaze a mixture of concern and heat returning to mine. “Now?”

I nod before he can finish. “Here. Now.”

I expect him to argue some more, to fight me on it, and say something like I deserve better.

What I deserve is a quick and dirty round in this trailer and a nice dinner and a nice room with a big bed. Why can’t a girl have both?

“Thank fuck.” Stetson crashes his mouth to mine, swirling his tongue and consuming every part of me that’s ached for his touch .

My hands find the buttons on his shirt, and I start to undo them as he sets his hat next to mine. He reaches for my face with both hands and distracts me long enough that my hands pause their movements, unable to focus on what I’m trying to do.

Why don’t I just have magical powers that allow me to strip him of his clothes?

“I don’t know, but that would be fucking handy,” Stetson answers what I apparently said aloud, and I groan.

“Why can’t I keep my thoughts to myself?”

I’m so wrapped up in getting us both naked that I don’t realize he’s paused his movements until he cups my face again, the callouses on his hand rough but gentle, his eyes burning into mine.

“Don’t ever stop being honest or telling me every thought on your mind.

I love everything that comes out of your brain. ”

I smile and shake my head. “You haven’t heard the half of it.”

“I can’t wait.” Stetson takes the time to strip himself down to his boxers, and I take in the sight of him.

He’s not perfectly sculpted like some model, but he’s fit, he’s strong.

You can tell he’s worked hard every day to maintain the body.

But not in the gym. He was rough around the edges with a scar that ran over one side of his stomach.

I trace it with my finger, not remembering seeing it the last time I saw him shirtless. “What happened there?”

He grunts, bending to slide my jeans down my legs. “Got thrown off a horse and landed roughly on some barbed wire fence.”

I gasp, watching him stand again. “You’re joking. That must have been traumatizing.”

Stetson grins and shrugs his big, muscly, strong, very handsome shoulders. Gah, have I ever seen shoulders that were so attractive before?

“I’m tough. I can take it.”

I blink and look back at him, “Take what?”

Stetson’s smile just seems to grow, and he steps into me, nodding above my head. “You wanna check out the bed?”

I glance to where there’s a closed window by the living quarters door. “We need to be quick.”

“That shouldn’t be a problem.” He climbs the slim steps up to the bed and crawls in. Now, standing here in my underwear and about to climb the steps, I feel silly that I’ve rushed everything.

But then I think of him again, of the way he high-fived me, even if that was just to make me feel less embarrassed from my earlier one. Or the way he leaned over and kissed me before our run. Or hell, the way he can ride a horse like he was born to do so.

I climb the steps.

Seeing him rearrange the blankets and pillows that were up here, I briefly wonder how many people have done this in this same bed. Thankfully, I keep that wonderful thought to myself. It was not the thought I needed to be thinking right now.

Nor to say out loud when my body was humming with the type of energy it was. It was endearing to me that he was trying to make the space comfortable for us, that he was taking the time to lay out the pillows and blankets so we could both fit.

He turns, his gaze raking over my body, and I realize from his position that he’s got a straight shot down my bra. I start to crawl onto the bed, and he seizes my wrist, yanking me toward him. I laugh as I stumble into his chest and lock eyes with him.

Stetson spins us until I’m under him, his nearly naked body lying over me. I can feel every heavy inch of him, and if this was a normal horse trailer without AC, I would be sweltering under both his body and the look in his eyes.

For a moment, he watches me. The look he gives me tells me that he’s having all sorts of emotions run rampant through him. His hand skims over my jaw before lightly clasping around my throat. I hold still, my body trembling with anticipation as I watch him.

His mouth collides with mine, feeling and expressing every ounce of emotion that’s been pent up for the past couple of weeks.

Has it really only been a couple of weeks? I feel as if I’ve known Stetson for a lifetime. With how safe I feel in his arms, I’m able to let go of all my reservations and just be myself with him.

My hand clings to his forearm, holding on while my other hand wraps under the backside of his shoulder, my nails digging in slightly to his tanned skin.

His mouth leaves mine, and he trails kisses down over my jaw and onto my neck, sucking lightly, his hand that was previously there working over my bra. I shift, lifting until I can get it off, desperate for skin on skin.

I have never wanted something this bad. I craved his skin on mine, his mouth on my own. I pull at him, showing him with my actions how impatient I am feeling. Our mouths fuse together once more, and I shimmy out of my panties, using a toe to grasp his boxers as well.

Our bodies move in a smooth tandem, neither of us pausing to ask each other questions, both just living in this wild moment where we’re finally coming together.

My heart leaps in my chest at the first touch of him between my legs, and I open wider, wrapping my legs around him to draw him closer. I see him adjust, getting himself ready, and for a moment, there’s cool air between us as he does so.

Legs wrapped once more, Stetson pauses, and I can feel him looking at me, realizing then that my eyes have closed. He kisses one eyelid, then the other, before kissing the tip of my nose and down to my lips.

“Open your eyes for me, Bo.” His deep rumble moves over me in a vibration I feel all the way down to my toes, and I flutter them open, trying and failing to focus on the moment with him and not get lost in the ecstasy of what is about to happen.

I take in his rich-brown eyes and smile up at him, my body still humming underneath him. My hands glide over his shoulders and to the back of his head, my chest arching to meet his and I breathe in deeply, inhaling the scent of him and his cologne.

He takes that moment to move his body into mine, and I gasp, feeling that connection that I’ve been begging for from the moment we started this whole thing on top of that mountain. He moves us, finding a rhythm and making my body move to it.

Stetson’s strong arms pull me up, manipulating my body to his adjustments, and I’m so lost in the feeling of him that I just let him do what he needs to do, mostly because it feels too good for me to stop.

He moves, rolling us in the small space, and has me on top of him in seconds. I squeal, taking in the new position, and he smiles. “Sorry, I wanted to see you like this.”

I grin at him, moving to lay across his chest and move my hips, feeling him deeper now. Moving my arms above his head, I rest my forearms on the pillows there and relish the feeling of his skin against mine. His hands roam over my back, moving down to my backside and moving my hips along.

He groans and leans up, taking my lips for his own. I can’t believe how amazing this feels, but I also am in shock at how into this he seems.

I’ve had sex plenty of times with a few different partners, and not once did they seem as into it as Stetson seems. This gives me a whole new outlook on it. It shows me that there can be amazing sex. It just has to be with someone who gives a shit.

“I have to agree that it does feel amazing,” Stetson pants, his eyes closed as he moves my hips.

“Shit,” I say, realizing again that I said it out loud.

Stetson moves up, resting on an elbow and tilting my body up so he can kiss my chest. I hum at the feeling of his mouth on me, my skin on fire, my core humming deep in my bones as I chase the thrill of that high.

I was close, and Stetson’s moans told me he was too.

In seconds, my body stops as I take in the explosive feeling, and Stetson groans, flipping us again and driving into me until he’s found his release.

With a loud groan, he stills inside of me, resting on his forearms so he doesn’t crush me, and looks dazedly into my eyes.

Feelings I haven’t felt in a long time surface again, maybe feelings I’ve never felt. Nothing in my life has ever felt so intense, so…raw.

He bends, giving me his lips again, and I smile against his mouth, my fingers diving into his hair and holding his mouth to mine.

Words, thoughts, feelings that scare me ricochet around my brain, making me tense with the fear I’ll say them out loud. I don’t think it’s time for that .

“Fuck, that was…amazing.” Stetson catches his breath, rolling to the side before pulling my body to face his. We’ve completely kicked the blankets off the bed, the heat from our bodies being more than sufficient to keep us warm. “I’ve never felt so good before in my life.”

I blink at the blunt honesty and smile. “Really?”

“Fuck yeah.” His large hand cups my hip, holding onto me tight. “I knew it was going to be amazing, but fuck, you exceeded my every expectation.”

I clear my throat, jokingly inspecting my nails. “You weren’t so bad yourself.”

He tickles his fingers over my stomach, making me laugh. The grin stretched across his face has me pausing, mostly because the look in his eye makes me realize that maybe I am not the only one who is feeling all the things right now. Stetson is right there with me.

“This may have possibly been one of the best days of my life,” Stetson says, the comment so offhand that when he gets down off the bed to clean up, I’m left there with happy tears pooling in my eyes because…same.