Page 29 of Wrangling Wade

I run my tongue over the head of his cock, taking him to the back of my throat at the same time. But the minute my throat closes around him, I'm no longer on the floor. My back is against the door, and he's looming over me, breathing like a madman.

"Put your shirt in your mouth," he says, this wild gleam in his eyes.

"What?"

"If you don't want everyone in the bar to hear you screaming my name, put your shirt in your mouth right now, beautiful," he growls, ripping my pants and panties down my legs. He leaves them around one ankle before hoisting me up and spreading me wide. "Now, Harlow."

I don't even get a chance to obey before he's inside me, ripping his name from my lips in a loud cry. My hands claw at his shoulders, scrabbling for purchase.

I don't put my shirt in my mouth. I bite him instead, clamping down on his shoulder as he fucks me like a madman.

Every thrust sends me inching up the door. Every one sends lava through my veins, too. Within seconds, I'm on the edge, my cries muffled against his skin.

"That's it," he groans, spreading my cheeks apart as he slams into me again. "Soak me, beautiful."

I shatter with a muffled wail, waves crashing over me.

Wade growls my name, planting himself deep. His head drops forward, a ragged groan breaking from his lips. "Love you. God, I love you, Harlow," he gasps, his cock jerking as he spills into me, his entire body shaking.

I cling to him, sobbing the truth against his skin. "I love you, too. I love you, too."

He hears me, tilting my face up to his, wild hope in his eyes. "Say it again."

"I love you, Wade."

I'll never forget the way his eyes flutter closed, this complete look of bliss overtaking his face, like I just gave him the whole world. It's beautiful.

He holds me tightly, his lips against my crown, until our breathing slows. Only when my heart rate is normal does he finally pull back, meeting my gaze again. "This is where I belong, Harlow. Right here with you."

"That's what I was trying to tell you." I smile up at him, my whole body relaxed. "I'm not going to be here much longer."

His brows furrow, confusion funneling through his expression.

"Eve offered me a job at the gallery today. I start as soon as Redd hires someone else."

"Seriously?"

"Yep."

"Baby." He kisses me hard on the mouth, squeezing me against his chest. "I'm so fucking proud of you."

"Me too," I whisper. Maybe now—with him still inside me—isn't the right time to say it, but…"I think my mom would be proud of me too, you know?"

"Hey." He tips my head back with a hand along my jaw. "She'd be so fucking proud of you, Harlow."

Tears sting my eyes because he's right. Because he's the one who said it. Because I'm just…really fucking happy. For once, I'm happy.

Chapter Ten

Wade

"Yo, Wade!" Blaze shouts when I step out of the west barn, motioning at me from the trail leading toward the main offices. "Hudson wants to see you."

Fuck my life.

I hesitate midstep. For a split second, I consider turning right back around and heading back into the barn. Hudson can't boot me off the ranch if I keep avoiding him, right? Yeah, no. I've put off this conversation long enough.

No use continuing to avoid it.