Fall With Me (Sugarland Creek, #3) (85)
“Baby, you never have to beg for that…” He rolls to his back, leisurely strokes himself through his boxers, and then looks at me. “Well…c'mon.”
I straddle his waist and then second-guess myself. “I've never done it this way. Won’t I suffocate you or something?”
“Wouldn't that be the best way to die?” He winks. “You won't. I know how to breathe in between devouring your cunt.”
“Okay, but if memories of us start flashin' through your mind, tap my thigh or something. I don't wanna be a widow before we even get hitched.”
He barks out an amused laugh. “Sweetheart, this memory is about to go to the top of the fuckin' list when I die.”
Blushing with excitement and nerves, I wiggle up his body and over his mouth. He palms my ass and shoves me even closer.
Looking down, I only see his eyes and the narrow part of his nose. “There's no way you can breathe like this.”
He responds by swiping his tongue through my slit and pulling me down more. I grab the headboard and ride his face like I did his cowboy hat.
“Yes…that's so good. Right there…” I gasp at the invasion of his tongue twisting inside me.
He palms my ass cheeks, digging his fingers into them as I continue grinding over his face.
By the time I'm ready to explode, goose bumps cover my skin, and a shiver runs down my body. The bridge of his nose rubbing against my clit has me seeing stars and then I'm floating.
“Oh my God, Landen. I'm gonna come…” I warn him, throwing my head back as I squeeze my thighs around his head.
Moaning through my release, he growls against my pussy and the vibrations make me come harder than ever before.
When he taps my thigh, I quickly sit up. “Are you okay?”
He licks his lips, tightens his grip around me, and then fucking smirks. “Thirty days, my love.”
Then he smacks my bare ass.
“You're a caveman,” I tell him, climbing off the bed.
Instead of denying it, he roars like a bear.
Of-fucking-course he does.
Rolling my eyes when he winks at me, I go clean up in the bathroom and then throw on my panties and one of his large white T-shirts.
As soon as I return to the bedroom, I find him on one knee.
“What're you doing? You've already proposed,” I remind him.
“I'm proposing we get married at Willow Branch Mountain. They have a beautiful venue and you can't beat the views. Plus, I might have an in with the owners.”
I snort, considering the owners are his aunt and uncle.
“You'd wanna have a ceremony at the same place your friend died? That wouldn't be…morbid?”
He stands, grabs my hands, and then kisses me. “What happened to Talia is devastating. I will never forget her or Tucker. But now, I'd like to try and make some new good memories there again so the thought of that place isn't tainted. I'd like to think of it for what it was meant for—a positive, once-in-a-lifetime experience.”
“You really don't wanna wait, huh?”
“I waited a long time for you to fall in love with me. I don't see why we need to postpone starting our lives together when we've found our person. The one that'll be in our final memories.”
Melting into his arms and smiling uncontrollably, I finally nod. “Okay. Thirty days.”
We stay like this and kiss for a few minutes before one of our alarms goes off for the day.
“Should we tell my family over supper tonight?”
“Sure…we'll have to start plannin' right—”
After scanning down my chest, he starts belly laughing uncontrollably. Hand on his stomach, heaving forward, full-on cackling.
“What in the world is so funny?” I glance around, wondering if there's a bug or spider on me or something.
If that’s the case, I’m burning this whole house down.
“Look at your shirt.”
“Jesus Christ…” I mutter when I see two black arrows—one pointing up and one pointing down. “Why do you still have this?”
“If that's not a sign, baby…” He pulls me into his arms, tilting my chin until his lips brush mine. “That you and I were always destined to be together.”
Chapter Thirty
LANDEN
Ellie's been training consistently since the wedding two months ago, so it's always nice when I get her to take a little break and join me for the 4-H club.
I joined a local one as a leader and every Saturday morning, a dozen rowdy teenagers come to the ranch where I teach them various equine sports.
Today so happens to be a lesson on barrel racing.
To no one's surprise, more teens than usual showed up today. It makes me smile with pride how much they look up to her. She's wanted more than anything to make a difference and become a mentor.
And now she is.
Once she's finished going through her tips and tricks of barrel racing, I chime in. “Her top secret is having me as her trainer,” I gloat, standing behind her.
She jabs her elbow into my gut, and I grunt.
“Ignore him.” Ellie stands with her hands on her hips. “We don't let men take credit for our hard work, do we?”