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I didn’t care what I had to do or what lies I’d have to tell. I would have her tonight. In that dress.
I finished pouring my tea and removed my fingers from her panties. Taking a step back, I turned to lean against the counter. To any onlooker, it looked like we were engaged in casual conversation. In reality, I was trying to calm myself down before returning to the table, certain someone would notice the bulge in my jeans.
Jasmine went back first, and I added a few ice cubes to my glass as I waited for her to settle into her seat before making my way back to mine. As I finished my food, I slipped my hand under the table and rested it on Jasmine’s knee. She went completely still for a moment, and her eyes darted around the table. When she realized no one was paying a bit of attention to us, she relaxed. I squeezed before slowly sliding my hand up her thigh, brushing the inside with my fingers. My goal wasn’t to get as high as I could without being noticed or to do anything scandalous. I’d already done that. It was simply to tease her, to touch her just enough to keep her on edge with anticipation.
By the time dinner was over and dessert had been served, it was time for me to take Rory back to her mom. I thanked Woody and RaeAnne for inviting us and for the incredible food. They sent us on our way with plates full of leftovers and extra desserts for Rory. I swung by my house to gather Rory’s things and collect Andy before heading out of town. I had approximately four and a half hours to devise a plan to get Jasmine alone tonight.
CHAPTER FORTY-TWO
JASMINE
My phone buzzed with a text about twenty minutes after Gabe left. I opened it to find a message from him.
Cowboy: Leave the dress on. I’ll be back.
A thrill skittered up my spine. He wouldn’t return until after dark, leaving me with several hours to sit with my anticipation. It would be unbearable, but at the same time, a delicious form of torture.
When the party was over, I helped my dad and brothers clean up. Since Mom did most of the cooking, Dad sent her away to relax. After that, I tried to keep myself occupied any way I could; painting my toenails, organizing my books, and cleaning out my closet.
I opened up my streaming app to catch the latest episode of my favorite medical drama. I’d only started watching because my cousin, Aspen, had a guest role, but then I became addicted. The two rival surgeons were about to kiss for the first time when my phone finally vibrated again.
Cowboy: Meet me in your barn.
Reading that message sent my heart rate into a gallop. I scurried off the bed and grabbed my boots before tip-toeing downstairs. Slipping quietly out the front door, I ran across the yard and driveway to the main barn. We never braved meeting in this barn since it was so close to the house and saw more traffic at less predictable times. But at night, with all the work done for the day, no one would be out here.
It was quiet when I entered. There was no movement, no indication that Gabe was even here. I called out for him as I moved further inside. The lights were dim, but I noticed flickering coming from the open door of the tack room. My pulse quickened, and my breath hitched.
Gabe stepped out wearing his signature hat and his jeans slung low on his hips. They were halfway undone with the opening folded down low enough I could see he wasn’t wearing any underwear. The insides of my thighs grew slick, and my mouth watered. He drank me in, his eyes raking down my body and back up before locking with mine.
We moved at the same time, our mouths colliding and bodies melding together. He snaked his arms around my waist, and I arched into him, moaning into his kiss. His hands dropped to my ass and he squeezed, gathering the material in his hands and lifting it to expose my backside. A groan of excitement fell from his lips when his palms met bare skin.
“Just as I suspected. No panties,” he mused, his voice full of gravel. I’d removed them before coming down here, knowing it would drive him wild when he discovered me bare beneath my dress.
Releasing me, he grabbed my hand and dragged me into the tack room, locking the door behind us. There were candles litall around the room, creating a soft glow. A saddle lay on the floor in front of the tack box. I tilted my head inquisitively, studying it. When I realized it was one of his saddles, I shot him a questioning look. His wicked grin projected all his salacious intentions.
He guided me over to the saddle and threaded his fingers through my hair. He tugged me to him, stopping with his mouth mere inches from mine.
“My saddle needs conditioning,” he said, his husky voice making my stomach clench with need. “And you’re going to help me with that.”
“How?” I asked, panting.
“You’ll see,” he said as he slipped his finger beneath the strap on of my dress and slowly dragged it down. He leaned down and pressed a kiss to my shoulder. His lips fluttered over my skin, stopping at my pulse point before trailing the rest of the way up my neck and to my mouth. He kissed me long and hard before pulling back and motioning to his saddle.
“Lie back and spread your legs for me.”
I lowered myself onto the saddle, reclining so my butt and lower back rested on the seat. There was no horn, so there was nothing to hinder Gabe’s view when he dropped to his knees in front of me and hiked my dress up around my waist.
“Fuck,” he drew out, “you’re already dripping onto the leather.” He brushed his thumb down the center, starting just above my clit and stopping at my entrance to gather my arousal. Returning to my clit, he circled it with tight, precise strokes. He knew exactly where and how to touch me, the perfect amount of pressure to use, and the right speed. It was as though he had the user manual to my pleasure and could recite it from memory.
“Gabe,” I breathed, my chest heaving and my stomach tightening. “I need more.”
Leaning forward, he replaced his thumb with his mouth and sucked on my clit before swirling his tongue around it. My head fell back as a wave of euphoria crashed over me. He hooked his forearms under my thighs and tugged me forward, tilting my pussy up higher for better access. Licking his way down to my entrance, he plunged his tongue inside me, and I cried out in a mix of surprise and pleasure. He did it several more times, fucking me with his tongue and tasting all of me. When he had his fill, he leaned back, settling on his haunches as he wiped the back of his hand over his glistening mouth.
“You taste so damn good,” he growled. My clit ached, and my pussy clenched. My nipples were pulled into tight peaks. Every erogenous zone I had pulsed with need. “Untie your dress,” he demanded, his gaze zeroing in on the strings tied in a bow at my chest. I did as he said and awaited further instruction. “Slip the other strap down your arm.” I hooked a finger under the remaining strap on my shoulder and pushed it down. With the neckline of my dress lowered and the strings undone, my breasts were barely concealed. I wore no bra, so all that stood between him and them was a thin piece of fabric. “Let me see those gorgeous tits.”
A zing of pleasure shot through me and a spark of triumph lit in my chest. His love of my modest breasts was a balm to the insecurities my ex had incited. He told me on more than one occasion he’d buy me a new pair one day and mostly ignored them during intimacy. Not Gabe. He lavished them with attention. He showed me just how much pleasure could be derived from them.
With newfound confidence, I yanked my dress down and basked in the reverence with which he looked at me. He took a moment to simply drink me in, pussy bare and breasts on full display. He gazed at me like a mortal would Aphrodite.
