Page 65 of Careless Hope
“Swear on Bessie’s grave,” I said, raising my hand like I was taking an oath. “Took us three days to round ‘em all up. Dad was fit to be tied.”
“Three days?” She snorted, wiping tears of mirth from her eyes. “What were they doing, forming a union?”
“Wouldn’t put it past them.” I grinned, feeling lighter than I had in years.
As the sun dipped lower, painting the sky in shades of burnt orange and deep purple, the humor faded into a comfortable silence. We lay there side by side, watching as the golden light washed over us, turning the blades of grass into molten threads. This land, with its unending sky and the gentle murmur of theriver below, held stories in every crevice and corner—stories that were mine but felt richer now, shared.
“Beautiful,” Caroline murmured, her voice holding a note of wonder that matched the awe swelling in my chest.
“More than you know,” I replied, turning to face her. Our eyes locked, and something in her gaze—a soft vulnerability mixed with quiet strength—struck a chord in me.
I didn’t plan it; it was instinct, or maybe fate. Leaning in, I pressed my lips to hers, feeling a jolt of electricity as our mouths met. Caroline stiffened for just a second before melting into the kiss, her fingers tangling in the curls at the nape of my neck. My heart hammered against my ribs, a wild rhythm that seemed to sync with the pulse of the earth beneath us.
“Seems like a good time for a practice session,” I said, leaving a trail of kisses on her neck. I felt her stiffen again and regretted my words the moment they left my mouth. But Caroline reached for my face, bringing it back up to hers, and took my mouth in a searing kiss.
We broke apart only to come back together again, our kisses growing deeper, more urgent. The blanket became our world, a soft island in the midst of the vast ranch. As I ran my hands along her curves, the cotton of her dress rough against my calloused palms, I felt her shiver beneath my touch.
I sat up, pulling her into a sitting position so I could pull her dress up over her head. Her emerald green lace bra matched her eyes and that nearly sent me spiraling.
I dropped my mouth to her tits, licking and sucking through the thin fabric, feeling that familiar swell of pride when her nipples pebbled underneath. My hands skimmed along her ribs, her hips, her thighs. I wanted to touch her everywhere, couldn’t stop touching her. And at the sound of her throaty moan, I dug my fingers into her skin, surely leavingbruises but unable to stop. She just leaned into me and moaned again.
“Fuck,” I whispered, reaching around to unclasp her bra. It fell to her lap and I leaned down again, relishing the feel of her soft skin under my lips. “I could play with these tits all day,” I said as I trailed kisses along each one.
“Walker, please.”
“Please what, baby?”
“I need you naked.”
Shit, she didn’t need to tell me twice. I backed off only long enough to shed my clothes in record time.
“Lay back,” I ordered, and when she did, I slipped her panties down her legs and threw them somewhere on the grass. “I need this pussy,” I said, settling myself between her legs and feasting on her. My tongue lapped at the wetness already pooled at her entrance. It was intoxicating, making me drunker and drunker with each lick.
I reached up to slip two fingers inside her as I licked my way to her clit, finding a rhythm that soon had her muscles tensing. “You gonna come for me, baby?”
“Yes,” she whispered.
“Louder.”
“Yes, Walker. God yes.”
I flattened my tongue against her and that was all it took. Caroline’s hips lifted, her legs shook, and her moan sounded like the sweetest music to my ears.
Before she even finished riding out the aftershocks, I rose up and thrusted into her, swift and hard, bottoming out as her pussy spasmed around me.
I groaned. The sensation was almost too good and I had to take a moment to collect myself.
It may have been a moment too long, because Carolinestarted moving her pussy on me, and when I looked down, the vision of her fucking me from below, taking every inch of my cock in and out of her, was the sexiest fucking thing I’d ever seen in my life.
“Dammit woman.”
“What? You like this?”
Oh, she thought she could tease me and get away with it. She’d just awakened the beast. My vision went white around the edges, purely lost in a haze of lust. I slammed into her, driving my hips against her with a vengeance as she met me stroke for stroke. My thighs burned, my arms shook, and my heart pounded like a war drum, matching the fierce rhythm of our fucking.
Each cry, each moan, each gasping breath spurred me on, fueling my passion, stoking the fire within me. I reached around, gripping her ass, pulling her even closer against me. I could feel her body trembling, her nails digging into my hips. The sight of her face—flushed, wild-eyed, and hungry—was all the encouragement I needed.
Her hips rocked faster, and I pushed into her harder, matching her frenzied pace until we were one primal, driving force, our bodies slamming together with a fury.
