Page 35 of The Spice Is Nice

“Yes. So good.”Wait, no,we needed to talk about things… I focused back on his face. “But we should probably talk?—”

Smack.His hands came down harder on my globes this time. I gasped.

“No talking. Ride me.”

I bit my bottom lip, wet and thrilled, never knowing before now how much I liked a little spanking.

“And if I don’t shut up?” I teased, licking my lips.Smack.“Yes. More. Harder,” I moaned, gyrating on him, shifting my hands to brace on his shoulders.

I arched my back. His calloused hands rubbed my butt cheeks before smacking them real good one more time. I yelped.

“There’s your answer,” he crooned, and he must get off on this too, because he seemed to grow even thickerand longer. Before my next breath, his muscular arms flipped me around, my back to him, and he planted me on his cock. I slid down on him, inch by inch, moaning my pleasure.

“You’re sexy with my handprints on your backside,” he growled, his voice rougher, darker. His hands caressed there and then up my back, to my shoulders, and settling on my waist, pressing me down even further until he was buried entirely inside of me. “Move, cowgirl.”

“Ooh, yes.” I took it nice and easy at first, but then it was like a feral creature awoke within me. I worked us up faster, bouncing on him, going wild, unable to control myself.

“That’s it. Play with yourself. Let me hear you.”

Free, no one around to listen in, no one to perform for but him and myself, I let loose every sound I could make and rode him hard, while my thighs burned. My clit on fire, it didn’t take long for me to reach the edge, screaming when my body broke out in a little death.

But I couldn’t enjoy it long. He flipped me onto my hands and knees, kissing up my back. His thick cock entered me again, and his arms wrapped around me, holding me through my aftershocks. He grunted and thrust deep a dozen times more, bringing me higher each time, to the edge again. Until we both spilled over, groaning loudly. I reveled in his arms and the feeling of him filling me up. He collapsed on top of me, both of us heaving, catching our breath.

We moved into a spoon to rest, this time me the big, him the little. I ran my fingertips lightly in circles on his abs. Such a solid man.

“Were you always this muscular?” I mused.

“Not really. Back home before the Navy, I was tall and lanky. Boot camp shaped me right up. I found I liked weight training. Running—not so much. Hitting the gym each day gave me something to do stuck on a ship.”

“I should probably make time to work out more. I’m just always so busy.”

“I like your curves. No complaints from me.”

I smiled against his back. “Thanks for the compliment, Calhoun.”

“You know you’re beautiful, Wylde. Haven’t you seen the heads you turn in town? Have to keep my jealousy under control every damn Cowboy Night.”

I snorted. “Been a long time since I’ve had a man care enough to be jealous.” I swallowed, wanting so much to have that talk with him. What now? Where is this fake thing going? Have we taken things too far to be just friends again? “Still leaving by Christmas?”

The question sounded desperate, like I was trying to hold on to something I never had in the first place.

He rolled over and looked me in the eye. His fingers pushed locks of my hair back behind my ears, then along my jaw, tilting my head up by the chin.

“Hey, I don’t have the answers. All I know is, I enjoy being around you, with you, and I really like what we did together. We could enjoy more of it, too. See where this goes.”

“Yeah?” Butterflies came alive in my stomach.

“Since the Buchanans bought the Hollis Ranch, I suddenly have family ties here. I need to go home for Christmas and see my mother, but… I could come back. If you want me to.”

“Really? Like no more faking?” I peered up into his eyes.

“Did my cock and tongue and hands pleasing you all night and this morning feel like I was pretending?”

“No. It all felt very real.”

He kissed my forehead. “That’s right. I know you said you don’t want a relationship, so I won’t pressure you, but?—”

“Maybe I’m reconsidering the whole idea of being with someone again.”