Page 111 of Untamed
A bull rider who is "bucked off" is thrown from the bull before the required eight-seconds expire. The rider consequently does not earn a score.
With the rain hitting windows, a wicked storm raging outside, my fingers sweep across her cheeks. “I love you,” I tell her again, hoping she hears me, and it makes up for everything I said or did to her in the last couple days.
My phone rings nonstop, as does Maesyn’s, but we ignore them. Nothing’s more important to me than what’s happening in this room. I can’t leave here until she knows she’s mine and never ever going anywhere.
Thunder cracks outside, the restless sounds of the rain remind me of that first night with her, and then again in the back of my truck. It seems anytime things are changing for us, the weather is fucking crazy outside. Maesyn watches me closely, waiting for the catch, but it’s not coming. Not this time.
“Nope. You’re not going to cry over this. Stop it,” I tease, trying to ease her worries with joking. “The girl I know doesn’t cry. She punches stereos.”
Maesyn sniffles, rolling her eyes and pushing the back of her hand over her eyes. “I’m not crying. My eyes burn from the color of this horrid carpet.”
She’s right. It’s bright red and has a strange design to it that when you squint, it’s like looking at a kaleidoscope. But I also know she is crying. It’s not the carpet.
Laughing, I sweep her up and set her on the bed.
She kisses me then. It’s the best fucking feeling in the whole world. I try to remember to be gentle with her, not that she needs gentle, but I want to take my time with her and it doesn’t happen that way at first. It’s more like I’m a teenager and just discovered how fun closing the door and locking it can be when a girl is in your bed. The material of her shirt gathers in my fist, her eyes on mine, untouchable, invincible . . . this could be our forever, together.
Those kisses, the touches, they’re all a reminder of what I knew I couldn’t live without, but pathetically refused to admit. They leave the two of us breathless and so ready for more.
Maesyn’s naked now, thanks to my hasty movements of discarding her clothes. I sit up on my knees and stare down at her undeniable beauty. It falls beside her, my eyes never leaving hers.
Carefully, her palms slide up my forearms, to my biceps, drawing me closer. Kissing her lips, cheeks, jaw, neck, but then she pushes me back. “Are you going to take your jeans off, or should I, Eight Seconds?”
“I thought you liked my buckle, baby,” I tease, grinding it against her pussy. On all fours, I have her trapped against the mattress. Dropping down on top of her, I give her my weight and angle my buckle into her pussy like I did that first night. “You don’t know how fucking sexy that was. I thought about it for days after I left you.”
At my admission, her cheeks warm and she rises up to kiss me, our mouths colliding as one. Never again will I deny myself this. Not ever.
Maesyn’s hands move from my cheeks to my buckle. “I’m serious. Get these off,” she breathes, kissing me hard.
I manage to get them down enough, not off, but enough I can pull my cock out and there’s one small moment I’ll probably remember for the rest of my life. With my eyes on hers, I whisper, “I love you,” just before I slide inside her and fucking mean it. I had no idea a woman could consume me this way, but I know now.
My thrusts are urgent, full of need, and while I know I’m not going to make it long, I make sure to take care of her first. Rising up on my hands, I move above her with just the right angle that my cock rubs her clit every time I drive into her. Arching her head back, she grabs onto my waist, moaning a strangled, “Oh my God,” when she comes.
It’s beautiful. No, it’s devastatingly fucking beautiful. I don’t last long after that. Dropping down on top of her, my hands move to her ass and I drive myself forward, lost in the consuming need.
When I come, she holds me a little tighter, or maybe it’s me holding her tighter. I don’t know. I just know it feels like my entire body breaks out in sweat and I can barely catch my breath. And here I thought I was in shape.
Panting against her cheek, I get my elbows underneath me and brush her hair back from her forehead, gazing into her unforgettable face. “How’s that for a re-ride?”
Maesyn smiles, even as tears rise in her eyes. “I don’t know. I think I might need to see a live action replay.”
I laugh and kiss her sweetly. “I think that can be arranged, but only if you come with me to the World Finals in Vegas.”
She smiles and winks. “I’m always up for a road trip.”
