Page 24 of Wrecked for Love (Buffaloberry Hill #1)

I sighed as she pumped me—once, twice—then swept her thumb over the crown of my cock. She must’ve felt my precum. Hellfire, I couldn’t stop it. Desire built inside me, like a wild beast consumed by its own cravings.

“I want you,” she whispered.

My hands ventured beneath the fabric of her dress, lifting it in search of her breasts. Her nipples, concealed behind her bra, grew rigid and pointed.

“You have no idea how much I want you,” I confessed, the words spilling out before I could stop them. Desperation thickened my voice. “Please stay. Don’t leave me. Don’t run away.”

“Sshh…” She kept stroking my cock.

Of course, she couldn’t promise me that, and I shouldn’t have asked. All I could do now was hold on to this moment—just savor the time I had with her, no matter how fleeting it might be.

So I simply felt her. The way she handled me was a paradox of sensations. Her touch was both tender and fierce, like the meeting of an angel’s grace and a goddess’s fury.

I inserted my palm underneath her bra and felt the warmth of her firm breast. A heaven that I’d forgotten. She added the ecstasy by quickening her pumping, and her fingers even played with my testicles—hard, painful, but somehow soothing against the aches coming from the inside.

Then she let go and pulled my jeans toward my knees as she lowered herself. Her mouth was so close to my cock.

Right then, the sound of hooves thundered behind us—heavy and fast. Instinct kicked in, and I pulled away from Claire to move in front of her. Protective mode on high.

“Where’s the torch?” I muttered, my hand blindly sweeping the ground.

Finally, I found it and aimed the beam toward the noise.

Shit. Diesel.

And he was in no mood to play nice. How the hell did he get loose?

“Stay behind me, Claire,” I whisper-barked, my voice leaving no room for argument.

I fumbled for my phone, struggling to reach it in the pocket of my jeans, which were barely hanging on.

“Hank!” I growled into the phone as soon as he answered.

“Get your ass over here! Bring the boys too! It’s Diesel! ”

“Elia…” Claire’s voice trembled from behind me as Diesel stormed closer. His eyes locked on us, nostrils flaring, muscles rippling with fury. That wasn’t the bull I knew. Sure enough, there was a long, ugly whip mark down his thigh. Someone had messed with him.

“Easy, big guy,” I said, my voice low and steady as I positioned myself squarely between Claire and Diesel. No way I was letting him get near her.

Diesel’s hoof scraped the ground, sending dust flying, and his massive frame lunged forward. I moved fast, shoving Claire farther back as I sidestepped, but in the process, a sharp pain shot through my shoulder. Damn it. The bull wasn’t backing down, and Hank was still nowhere near close enough.

“Stay put,” I told Claire over my shoulder. “I’ve got this.”

I advanced, the pain radiating through my shoulder ignored as I kept Diesel’s attention on me. One wrong move, and he’d trample us both. Claire didn’t make a sound, her breathing barely audible as she stayed close to the fence.

Diesel pawed the ground, ready for another go, but just as I braced myself for the next charge, a flash of fur flew into my line of sight.

Koda.

Diesel’s friend had shown up out of nowhere, growling and commanding the bull’s attention. Koda had a presence about him—confident, unshaken. The kind of confidence that even a bull like Diesel respected.

“Koda, steady,” I commanded, my voice firm. The loyal dog herded Diesel with a calm dominance, circling him and barking orders I couldn’t. Diesel huffed, his aggression faltering as Koda stood his ground, refusing to let the bull pass.

I took the opportunity, wincing as my shoulder throbbed, but damn if I was going to back down. “Good boy, Koda,” I muttered as Diesel began to calm, his snorting softening. The wildness in his eyes slowly faded.

And then, as if the tension broke in a heartbeat, Diesel turned, huffed, and sauntered away like nothing had happened. Koda trotted beside him, keeping the bull in check.

“You okay?” I asked, turning to Claire as I fastened my pants.

“Yeah,” she replied, pulling me into a hug and pressing a soft kiss to my cheek.

Hank and the boys arrived just as Diesel disappeared over the hill.

“Hell of a night for a rodeo,” Hank panted as he and the others managed to wrangle Diesel back into his pen.

I glanced toward the gate. Sabotaged.

“Someone was looking for trouble,” I muttered.

“I’d say we just found it,” Hank grunted.

I turned back to Claire. She was trying to keep it together, but I could tell—she was shaken. She didn’t want me to see it, though.

“I’m so sorry,” I said, the disappointment settling in. I knew perfect moments couldn’t last forever, but I hated that our night ended this way.

She smiled, shrugging it off like the badass she was. “No need to apologize. I got to watch you take the bull by the horns.” The sparkle returned to her eyes.

I chuckled, relieved she took it all in her stride.

“Though, let’s be honest, Koda kind of stole my thunder,” I said, kneeling to ruffle Koda’s ears.

Truth be told, I was damn proud of him. “How’d you get here so fast, huh?

How’d you do that?” I asked the mutt. He must’ve found a way to slip past the fence—not bad for a ten-year-old.

I turned back to Claire. “Come on, let’s get you home.”