Change of Hart (Wells Ranch, #3)(114)
Her eyes snap to meet mine, and she eases up on the pillow clenched between her teeth just enough to whimper, “Fuck, you’re so deep.”
“This pussy’s perfectly made for my cock, isn’t it?”
“Your cock’s perfect for me.”
“That’s right it is, baby. Made for you. Now come on it. Show me how perfect we are for each other, and come with me.”
I brush the wild hair from her face and lean in to suck on her pretty pink nipple. Swirling my tongue to push her over the edge as she grips my skull like she’s trying to crush it between her palms, and her body convulses under mine.
“Don’t,” she pants. “Stop.”
She pulls me into a kiss, my fingers traversing her clavicle and dropping down to play with her nipple. Toying with the barbell, and coming closer to falling apart inside her with every perfect moan from my satiated girl’s throat.
“Come in me,” Blair whispers. “Put a fucking baby in me. Please. Let me give you everything you want.”
“Blair.” I choke on her name. Vision blurring, heart racing at the vision I’ve denied myself for years—Blair pregnant and happy here with me. Fucking hell, I want to fill her with cum, pregnancy or not. I want to come on and in her, I want her covered so she knows exactly who she belongs to. Watch it leak out of her pussy and run down her perfect ass.
“I need you to remind me who my pussy belongs to.”
“Baby, that’s the hottest thing I have ever fucking heard. Your beautiful cunt is mine, and your ass”—I slap her butt hard enough to leave the outline of my hand in red—“and your perfect tits. And I have no problem marking up every part of your body so you never forget it.”
Leaning forward to suck on her skin, my lips leave behind dark welts on her breasts. Just in time, too, since last week’s bite marks are almost fully faded. She glances down and sucks an exhilarated breath through her teeth, grinding her pussy on my cock. And I hit a tempo I’ve never found before, fucking her until I’m dripping sweat and my fingers working her clit are getting a muscle cramp.
Blair grabs my ass, forcing me to stay fully seated inside her while I pant and struggle not to come. “Come. In. Me. I want you to fill me so I can’t move for the rest of the day without it leaking out of me.”
How the fuck do I say no to that?
I pump into her repeatedly, succumbing to the electric heat coiled at the base of my spine, letting her pussy grip my cock and pull out every last drop of cum, until I’m throwing my head back with a hoarse moan.
“Holy fuck. Holy fuck.” My brain’s broken, unable to do anything but revel in the aftershocks of her pussy hugging my cock, sending shivers up and down my spine.
“I love you.” She kisses my forehead. “I love you so fucking much.”
My lungs strain with every aching breath.
“Bear…” I talk through the exertion. “About the baby thing—”
She shushes me, pressing a finger to my mouth. “I wasn’t lying about birth control. I just…it was the heat of the moment.”
“Fuck, you have such a filthy mouth on you.” I trace her lips with my thumb. “I love it.”
“For the record, I do want to have your baby one day. I’m ready for the future we planned, whenever you are.”
“Given up on your bullshit about taking it day by day?” I slowly pull out of her and, if I were physically capable of it, I’d be immediately trying to fuck her again after watching a small stream of my cum run down her ass.
Her elbow’s crooked over her eyes in a post-orgasm glow—the most gorgeous she’s ever looked to me. Face awash with perfect contentment, she shifts her arm to look at me. “We spent fourteen years without each other. And, in the absolute worst-case scenario, we could have our time together cut short like our parents have. I mean, you could’ve killed yourself when you fell off that bronc, and I never would’ve been able to forgive myself for not telling you how badly I missed you for all those years. And I could’ve suffered worse things than a broken ankle, considering a horse fell on top of me. Luck’s been on our side. But it might run out, eventually.”
Her eyes track mine as I settle in next to her on the blankets. And she continues in a hushed tone while my kisses roam her goosebump-covered arm.
“When one of us dies or loses our memory one day, I want to know we had as much time together as possible,” she says. “I don’t need more time to figure out whether I still love you. I do, and I always have.”
“And you’re finally ready to let me love you?” I smile.
“Actually, can you grab me my purse?”
Weird segue to avoid my question, but at least she’s asking me for help. A couple days ago, even with the cast on her leg, she would’ve insisted on dragging her ass across the floor to get it herself.
“Of course, baby.” I hop up and grab her small black bag from beside the front door.
“Okay, ask me that question again.” A smile dances across her face, and she looks like she’s ready to explode with giddiness.
I side-eye her and hesitantly ask, “Are you ready to let me love you?”
She digs in the bag for a few seconds, and I’m fully anticipating that she’s going to dump her clutter all over our laps to find whatever it is she’s looking for. But instead she produces a box.