Page 79 of One Last Rodeo

I sink deeper into a squat, stretching my hips, breathing through the pull until the muscles start to loosen. Hopefully I can stay limber enough so that after my ride, I can fuck her in her office here at the arena.

The door reopens and I look up. As if I manifested her, Catalina slips inside.

“Holy hell.”

I breathe out, not even trying to hide my admiration. I’m damn near in a split, forehead brushing the mat, legs splayed wide, but my cock doesn’t give a single fuck about flexibility or physics. It tents my shorts, pressing into the floor like it’s trying to burrow straight through.

She’s wearing tight white pants—criminally tight—and there’s no way in hell there’s anything underneath them. I can see theexact curve of her ass when she turns to lock the door behind her, the faint line where I know she's naked.

So much for those lace thongs.I'm going to tell Sisqo to write a new song about being commando. So much hotter.

A burgundy top clings to her torso, her dark curls are spilling over her chest, and all I can think about is how those heavy breasts felt in my mouth this morning.

Suddenly, not using a condom isn’t enough. Filling her with my come isn’t enough. I wantpermanence. I want her carrying me with her everywhere she goes, smelling like me, thinking about me when she shouldn’t be. I want to put something inside her that can’t be undone and washed away. They need to create something like that.

Oh,fuck. I think what I want is a ring on her finger. Or a baby. I think I want both. I think I want what Dawson and Lo have.

She looks at me, and there it is. Heat, yes. Want, definitely. But there’s something else there too. Something softer. She looks sad. Like she’s holding something back that’s bothering her.

“How long until you’re on?” she asks quietly.

“One hour.” I push up fast, ready to ask what’s wrong, but she’s already moving—dropping to her knees in front of me in a blur of dark hair and crimson red.

“Whoa, Kitty.” My voice roughens instantly. “What’s going on?”

She shakes her head, fingers already at my buckle. Denim unfastened. Zipper down so fast I see stars. My hand comes up automatically, resting at her throat, thumb brushing her pulse as I try to catch her eyes and get her to focus on me.

She snaps down my briefs and yanks my cock free. It takes exactly three strokes of her fist—base to tip—before I’m steel-hard and breathing like I just finished a ride.

“What’s this about?” I ask softly because something’s off. Something’s urgent in her movements.

“Nothing, I just…” Her voice trails off. Her grip tightens. Those deft fingers that healed my heart squeeze tighter. Then her tongue peeks out and flicks my cockhead.

My boots tingle.

She does it again.

I forget what I asked her.

She sucks on my tip a little.

I’m in the clouds.

She pumps me, watching the way my skin tightens, her gaze fixed on my cock instead of my eyes.

"You have the best dick I've ever seen."

I slide my fingers into her hair, wrapping it around my fist and tugging gently until she looks up at me. Her dark pupils are blown wide. Her other hand sinks into my thigh, red nails that match the ones on my right-hand biting into the muscle hard enough to ground me, while one long finger traces along my sac, slow and possessive.

Whatever’s driving her right now—fear, need, sadness—I wish she'd tell me. I wish she didn't feel like she had to keep things from me. I'm not sure we're on the same page when it comes to vulnerability, and that scares the hell out of me.

“Kitty…”

She ignores me. She spits right on my tip. I watch it glisten before she swipes it with her palm and uses it plus the bit of precum that's leaking from me to stroke my shaft firmly. Then she leans forward, wraps her lips around me and sucks on mycrown, swirling with her tongue before sinking down, letting her mouth stretch wide to take me.

“Dammit, Catalina,” I curse.

I grip her hair tighter, but not to stop her, just to watch her. She chokes a little and comes back up, pumping what she can’t swallow with her fist. Slowly, her tongue swirls around my tip again before she sinks back down.