Total pages in book: 41
Estimated words: 37728 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 189(@200wpm)___ 151(@250wpm)___ 126(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 37728 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 189(@200wpm)___ 151(@250wpm)___ 126(@300wpm)
“Yes, please. God, please.” His thumb presses on the tight fissure, applying pressure, and I know he won’t fuck me there tonight. That’s completely okay. The lube isn’t within reaching distance, and neither is my toy, but the fullness of him playing with my back entrance while he takes me with his cock is indescribable.
“Whatever my baby wants.” I feel the head of his cock at my entrance, and I push back. I’m tired of waiting. He was gone last night, and yesterday morning is too far away for my liking. “Impatient tonight, are we?” Lane questions, except he’s moving his hips, setting a rhythm with me. Every time he pulls out, I push back, his thumb going deeper, giving the perfect fullness when both his dick and finger are inside of me at the same time.
“Stop talking and start fucking,” I groan. My hands grip the bedsheets. I’m not going to last, not with the way he’s working me up.
“Woman,” Lane grunts, his cock pistoning in and out of my wetness. The hand not working my ass slides up my spine. My whole body trembles when Lane’s fingers thread through my hair, pull it back, and in doing so, I see stars.
“Yes, Lane. God, yes, right there,” I beg for more. Thankfully, Lane knows what I need without me having to describe it. With each slam of his hips, my body gets tighter. My core aches for the release, yet doesn’t want the intensity to end.
“Oh yeah, you’re there, Birdie. Let go. Fly for me and fucking take me with you.” His voice is choppy. Each deep breath he takes is in tune with his thrusting. I close my eyes, tipping my head back farther, and Lane gets the message. He tightens his hold and tugs on the tresses. Stars explode behind my eyes. White static noise tries to cloud Lane saying my name, but I shake my head. I don’t want to miss that, ever.
“Birdie,” he utters. I lose his thumb in my ass but feel each jet of cum spurt inside me.
“I love you, Lane.” I drop to the bed, feeling Lane plaster his body to mine, cocooning me with himself.
“Love you, Birdie, always.” He kisses the side of my neck, and damn, I am the luckiest girl in all the world with Lane by my side, forever.
23
BIRDIE
“Well, don’t you look like you’re glowing,” Tully says as I walk up the bleachers to watch my man. Since I landed back in Arrowleaf, life has been a whirlwind, in a good way. We’ve seen a lot, gone through a lot, and made it out stronger than ever. Lane and Lawson did most of the legwork, handing off the evidence to Fletch, their friend, who did the Lord’s work. Which meant it took time, too much time with the way Lane was grumbling a week later. He and Lawson cornered him in a back alley, beating Paul Sherman Junior like he did many of his other victims. Lane told me how badly he treated other women, not only beating them but beating them into submission to get his rocks off. He was also sexually assaulting women. Yes, women, lots of them, apparently. Some got away, similar to my circumstances. There were others who had it way worse, so much worse, and a few women didn’t survive it. So, yeah, while I wasn’t thrilled with how they handled it, I accepted it, and now the dust has finally settled. My name and the Johnson name are nowhere near connected to Sherman in any way. We’re now free to move on with our lives.
“Who me? Look at yourself. How was your first week at the clinic?” Tallulah didn’t hate the interview at Herbert’s Veterinary. She said it’s a stepping-stone, one to get a rapport with some of the ranchers before she starts her own thing.
“Well, if you consider putting your hand up about fifty heifers to see if they’re pregnant or not as fun for an introduction, then it was great.” The sarcasm is rolling off her in waves. My nose wrinkles because that’s a visual I’ve seen a handful of times, and I know what comes out of the glove she wears.
“Well, I think I’ve lost my appetite. Want some?” I offer Tully some of my funnel cake. The drink, she’s on her own. I’m entirely too thirsty to even think about sharing my lemon-lime soda.
“Sure. Nothing fazes me after a day at the office.” She grabs a big piece of the fried batter saturated in powdered sugar. I do the same before gluing my eyes to the arena.
“I didn’t miss anything, did I?” We’re sitting at the front of the railing, a place for our feet to rest while also getting an up close and personal view of the Johnson brothers doing their thing. Today, each brother will be in an event. Saddle bronc riding is Lane’s area of expertise. The rest of the brothers disperse through other events, such as bareback riding, steer wrestling, tie-down roping, team roping, bull riding, and finally, steer roping. The only thing they don’t do is barrel racing, which, hey, maybe Case will do it one day.