Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 73664 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 368(@200wpm)___ 295(@250wpm)___ 246(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73664 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 368(@200wpm)___ 295(@250wpm)___ 246(@300wpm)
“We were interrupted last night, weren’t we?”
I nod, rolling my hips with eagerness for what we did.
Slowly, he slides his hand down my body and between my legs. “You want me to touch you here again?”
He glides his fingers over my panties and the heat of it—even in the cool water—is striking.
I grip his biceps.
“Please,” I beg, my pussy clenching.
He slips beneath the edge of my panties and finds my center. I’m wet for him—and not from the pool of water—and his fingers sink into me easily. I go up on my tiptoes as he does something magical.
“Austin!” I cry out.
“You’re clenching me so tight. You have a greedy pussy, baby.”
I do. I so do, for Austin. And his fingers. And his thumb which now circles my swollen clit.
Just like that, so fast… “Oh God, I’m going to come.”
He brings me to the brink so easily. He doesn’t torment me at all, just quickly and thoroughly pushes me over into my first manmade orgasm in… ever.
“Yes!” I practically scream, pleasure coursing through me more than I ever imagined.
Austin whispers dirty things in my ear as I clench around his fingers deep inside me. Only when I set my forehead on his chest does he still and then slip out from me.
“Prettiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen,” he murmurs.
I have to smile because I’m satisfied and relaxed. Content and in a handsome man’s arms. I reach between us to reciprocate, but he takes my hand and raises it to his lips. Kisses the wet knuckles.
“I need a bed and hours of time for what I want to do to you.”
I have to nod, but I can feel the hard prod of him as he tips my chin up to kiss me.
“I understand better now.” He pulls away and rests his forehead against mine. “Thank you for sharing, so now it’s my turn to share too.”
I lean into him and brush my lips over his chest and the smattering of dark hair. “All right,” I sigh. “I’d love to know you better. But even though you don’t want me to touch you, you can still touch me while you share.”
He laughs and lifts his hands—both of them—back to my breasts.
God, yes.
As we stand close, the still water surrounding us, he talks to me. No, he talks to my breasts, his gaze focused on his hands cupping them. His thumbs sliding over the nipples. He weighs them, kneads them, caresses them, all the while the sound of the waterfall is like a shield, blocking out the outside world.
I’m in a dazed state of sexual bliss and simmering arousal.
He talks to me about his home in Seattle. About his seaplane business. About flying and how much he loves it.
And then his voice softens, and he tells me about his mother, Diana Lovering.
His mother, who was diagnosed with multiple sclerosis and who can no longer fly the planes she loves.
“I’ll do anything for her,” he says. “Even live on this ranch for a year, because it means I’ll go home a billionaire and—”
“Wait, what?” I lift my head to meet his eyes.
I had no idea my breasts are so sensitive, that I could get close to coming from just his thorough touch. His hands haven’t left them, haven’t dipped lower. I’m achy and needy all over again and it’s hard to focus.
“That’s why you have to stay here?”
He nods. “My father’s will has the three of us inheriting evenly. With the stipulation that Miles and I live here at Bridger Ranch for a year first.”
I blink. I knew the Bridgers had money. Their property is too impressive for them to be anything but ridiculously rich. But billionaires?
“Mom will have everything she needs to live a happy and fulfilled life for as many years as she has left.” His hands finally fall away.
Maybe it’s because he’s talking about his mother and feeling me up at the same time. Maybe he’s getting as worked up as me.
“What will you do while you’re here then? I mean, you’re not a cowboy.”
I take his hand and pull it back to touch me again, but he redirects me, setting my hand this time on his chest. He’s giving me permission to touch him, to learn him, too.
He raises a brow as if I’ve offended him. “If Chance has his way, Miles and I will be whipped into shape before the month’s out.”
“Don’t you miss flying?” I brush my fingers over one of his flat nipples.
His breath catches. “Hell, yeah. But working the land doesn’t suck all that much. Maybe it’s the Bridger blood in me.”
I lean into him, relish his muscled body, and I feel. The heat of his skin. The hard play of muscle and bone beneath.
I feel so much, only it’s not purely physical this time.
This time, it’s—
I pull back quickly. “Shit!”