Page 123 of Finding Peace
“Jas,” she gasps as the walls of her pussy start to tighten around me.
Her fingers grip at my pecs as she rubs her clit harder against my pubic bone, and I can feel the familiar tingle racing up my spine. “Red.”
I don’t think either of us speaks another word.
Not when the way we’re looking at one another is saying enough.
And only when she shatters around me, when her mouth opens on a silent moan, do I let myself fall apart for her.
I don’t know how long the two of us sit there like that, with her on my lap, the evidence of what we’d just done between her legs, but we only pull apart when the familiar sound of Lucy’s bark sounds as she crests the hill.
And when I look over, I find Beau atop Duke—a wide smile spread across his face—with Lucy next to him.
“Hey, Baby,” Abigail calls.
“Hiya, Darlin’. Havin’ fun?”
She beams. “We are. Thank you for the lunch.”
He waves her off. “Nah. Was Jasper’s idea. We were just the hired help.”
“Thank you for lunch,” she says softly before giving me one last kiss.
“You’re very welcome.”
“Anyway,” Beau says loudly, and I groan. “Just wanted to let you know we were back.”
“Obviously.” I look at him deadpan, and the asshole just laughs.
“I hate to break up what looks like a fun time, but Law and I need your help with some of the new calves.”
I groan dramatically. “Alright. Be right there. But you guys are cleaning up later.”
He barks out a laugh. “Whatever you say.” Pulling the reins, he turns Duke back toward the barn. “See you in a bit. Love ya, Darlin’.”
“Love you,” she calls after him.
Now that she knows where her favorite person is, Lucy stays put—clearly not wanting to leave until Abbie does.
She climbs off of me, and I grab one of the unused napkins from the table and do my best to clean both of us off, before righting her dress, standing, and doing up my jeans. Bending over, I pick her panties up and stuff them in my back pocket.
She raises a brow. “Can I have those back?”
I shake my head. “Nah.”
“And why not?” She crosses her arms, and even beneath her loose dress, I can make out the swell of her full breasts.
Leaning forward, I brush my lips against hers and whisper, “Don’t really think I’m done with you today, anyway.”
Her cheeks turn pink, but she laughs softly as she uncrosses her arms.
Before we go anywhere, I crouch down in front of her and slide her socks and boots back onto her feet, kissing the inside of her calf before I slide each boot into place. She watches me with that soft look in her eyes, undoing me all over again.
Then, I grab our hats from the table, settling hers back over her messy red hair before putting mine on backwards.
Only then do I take her hand, and together we start walking back across the pasture with Lucy racing ahead of us, doing her best to herd us like she does the cattle.
We laugh as we follow her toward home.
