Page 53 of Secret Heart
I pull it off with a single hand, letting it drop to the concrete floor of the tack room. His eyes roam over me, and his dick jumps in his hold. I can’t help but whine and grab the backs of his thighs, urging him back to me. He doesn’t fight me, slipping his cock past my lips again. I relax into the stretch and depth, my clove scent surrounding us anew, so thick it’s honestly a bit embarrassing.
His nostrils flare as he wipes away a stray tear before it reaches my jaw. The sight of it must break his control because not even a full minute later, he’s driving deep into my throat again, and I’m having to concentrate on not gagging. Even still, I swallow convulsively when he hits the back of my throat yet again. His legs shake, and he mutters a curse. Seeing him fall apart sends electricity sparking through my veins, awakening parts of me I thought long dormant. My own dick sits hard and heavy behind the zipper of my jeans, but I relish the discomfort of it. It’s beensolong since I’ve had this with anyone but especially with Beau. How many mornings started just like this, with him closing me in one of the tack rooms and using my mouth to get off?
In the span of five minutes, I’m addicted to them all over again.
“Shit, shit,” he grunts. “Fuck, I’m going to come.”
I tighten my hold on his legs and relax against him. He pulls back just enough that he’s not shoving all the way down my throat. A heartbeat later and he pulses against my tongue. I swallow before he’s even pulled away, knowing it’ll make his legs shake.
“Jesusfuck,” he moans. Right on cue, his thighs tremble under my touch.
He moves faster than I expect, pulling me to my feet with a hand in my belt. He has my own cock out in a matter of seconds. His fingers are rough, his grip unrelenting. I drop my head against the wall and flat outwhineas he works me with an ease that speaks to that summer of intimacy.
“Beau,” I mumble. I push my hips into his hold, urging him faster.
Clove swirls around us, and I suck in a desperate gasp. My entire body narrows to his hand on my dick, his lips against my own. He forces the kiss hard and deep, like he’s trying to chase his own taste on my tongue.
“Fuck, I missed you,” he admits against my jaw. He lets his teeth drag down the front of my throat, tracing my Adam’s apple. “God, we weren’t complete without you, Triston. Always just out of balance.”
I nod, letting the words sink into my skin and push my body tighter, just like his hands and lips are. He tightens his grip around the head of my cock, and it sends me right over the edge. The heat pooling at the base of my spine lashes out, arcing through my limbs. I cry out, forgetting to keep quiet. He presses his lips to mine, soaking in the noises like they feed him as much as any food.
It takes an embarrassing amount of time for the final bits of pleasure to fade from my hands and for rational thought to return. My chest heaves, my thoughts still unspooled, as Beau grabs my shirt from the ground and cleans off his hand with the hem. My stomach clenches, and my sated cock tries to twitch back to life.
“I don’t have another shirt,” I mutter. I’m not in the habit of keeping an extra in case of moments like this anymore.
Beau smirks, and there’s a mischievous light in his eyes. “I know. Better tuck it in so your belt buckle hides the stain.”
My scent pulses, and slick coats my thighs all over again.
He tucks my dick away and eases my dirty shirt over my head. Then he straightens himself up, putting away his cock, too, with little fanfare. He grabs my hat from the shelf and hands it to me. As I take it, he leans into me, kissing me again. His lips are as soft as his hands were demanding. He palms my neck, pressing his thumb into one of the hickeys Emily left last night.
“Let’s go move some cows,” he whispers when he pulls away.
My moan is almost pitiful, and he smiles.
Chapter Twenty-Nine
EMILY
“Oh, shoot!” Faedra mutters.
I turn in my saddle with a frown, trusting Havanna to keep on the trail heading back toward the Misty Mountain stables. Faedra’s horse, a tiny little gelding named Toto, is happily munching on the prairie grasses lining the trail, ignoring Faedra’s attempts to redirect him. I sigh even as I smile. I direct Rose’s horse to stop and then pull Havanna into the brush, leading her around Rose and Iris to help get Toto back on track.
Faedra’s cheeks are bright red as I grab Toto’s lead and bring him in front of her daughters. The trail’s wide enough here I don’t stress too much at riding two across. Toto tries to stop again, but I quickly redirect him.
“I’m so sorry,” she says.
I shake my head and give a brighter smile. “Toto can be like that. Not your fault! We’re almost back, so at least you haven’t had to deal with him being this ornery the entire time.”
Ideally, I would have given Faedra a horse more like the pair I gave the twins, happy geldings who also aren’t prone to tryingto forage at any given opportunity. Unfortunately, the other four horses that are like that are out on a longer ride with some of the ranch’s guests. So Toto was the next best option for her.
“This whole valley is really pretty,” Faedra says after a few minutes. “It’s always so impressive to me how much the mountains can change in just a few miles. This feels completely different from the Monroe Ranch.”
“Growing up, I’d always joke with Melissa that she got the cooler mountains,” I admit. “Especially the view when you first see the ranch spread out from the main road. It was the town’s main post card for a few years. They moved on from it after she had the barn torn down to make room for the new outbuildings when she transitioned to a recreational ranch.”
Iris’s bubbly voice cuts off Faedra’s reply. “Momma, can we take photos of the purple flowers by the mini goats? To go on my wall at home?”
Faedra twists in her saddle like she’s ridden for years and not exactly twice. Her eyes don’t go to Iris, though, but to her Alphas behind them. I glance over my shoulder as I guide them across one of the dirt roads that criss-cross the ranch and along the far side of the pastures that edge the stables.
