My cock throbs in her grip as her hand wraps around me, slow and sure, fingers barely closing around the thickness. I exhale hard—like I’ve been holding my breath for years. My jaw clenches as she gives one long stroke, her thumb grazing the head, and I swear to God, I nearly forget my own damn name.
She could ask me anything in this moment and I’d say yes. Hell, she could ruin me and I’d thank her for it. I’ve never felt this out of control—not in the ring, not on the ranch, not even during the worst days when guilt used to chew me up from the inside.
But this? Her?
This iswant. This is fire and salvation in one unbearable, beautiful package.
And she’s here—still wet from the river, cheeks flushed, eyes heavy with gratitude and desire—and all I can do is bury my hand in her damp hair and groan her name.
The study is quiet except for our ragged breathing. The ceiling fan hums. Somewhere outside, cicadas buzz, the sun already baking the Texas air. But inside? Inside, there’s only her.
Her hands. Her mouth.
And the way she’s about to ruin me for anyone else.
Chapter 28
Mia
I blink up at him, still holding him in my hand, and holy hell—did I block out just how big he is? I must have. Because there’s no way I’d forget this level of intimidation. Or anticipation.
He's watching me like I'm a storm rolling in—like he’sreadyfor the destruction I’m about to unleash. That cocky smirk on his face only makes me want to wipe it clean… with my mouth.
“Well, princess,” he drawls, voice low and teasing, “what’s the plan?”
I lick my lips. That smug bastard knowsexactlywhat he’s doing.
I brace my hands on his thighs, the muscle flexing under my palms, and lean in, letting my breath fan over his thick length in front of me. I swear I feel him twitch, and I smile. Just a little. Just enough to make him tilt his head and murmur, “Teasin’ me already?”
I don’t answer, instead I drag my tongue all the way from his base along his length, pressing a kiss to the very tip of him.
He jerks—sharp, involuntary—and groans low. “Fuck, Mia.”
I don’t look away—not even for a second—as I move higher and my tongue traces the line of his lower abs, teasing, tasting, making him clench his fists at his sides to keep from completely losing it.
“Baby,” he chokes out as I take him back into my wet mouth and lick slow, teasing circles that make his thighs contract. “You’re gonna ruin me.”
My smile is wicked. “Good.”
His grip tightens as I take him deeper, sucking gently, pulling back only to swirl my tongue around the head.
“Shit, Mia. You’re… you’re gonna be the death of me,” he rasps, hand tightening in my hair. “You sure you can take all of me, baby?”
I pull off just enough to smirk up at him, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand, breathless but absolutely certain. “You built me a swim facility in a damn river, cowboy. I think I can handle this.”
He barks a laugh, but it ends in another hiss as I take him back in, I push past the sting in my jaw, past the stretch, because the way he groans my name like it’s a prayer? Yeah. I’m addicted.
And I’m not stopping until heshatters.
I hold his gaze. Steady. Unblinking.
And then I take him fully into my mouth again—warm, deliberate—letting him feel every inch of the stretch as I sink down, down,deeper, until he hits the back of my throat.
His eyes blow wide, his breath hitches like I’ve just punched the air from his lungs, and he bites down hard on his fist, knuckles white. But I still hear the sound he tries to muffle—a deep, helpless groan, so loud his brotherly neighbors might hear.
“F-fuck baby, you feel so good,” I say with ragged breath. “So damn good.
Seeing him this out of control drives me crazy and I have to clench my thighs from the sheer ache pulsing between them—hot, insistent, and absolutely impossible to ignore.
