She moans beneath me, body arching, nails digging into my arms, and I growl as I reach down, rubbing her clit with one hand while my other hand clamps down on her hip, holding her exactly where I want her.
I'm ruining my own game in a way, because I can’t do it. I need to speak to her. "Come for me again, Lilac. I want to feel you cum around my cock. Come on, baby. Let go for me."
I thrust harder, faster, needing her to fall apart before I do. Needing to feel her lose it all over me. Because nothing in the fucking world compares to this.
Lilac cries out, coming all over my cock. Arching back on the bed as if she was made for this, made for me. I’m still pumping inside her tight body and the sight of her would be enough to push me over the edge, but she does something that makes me lose it. She reaches up, her hand shaking from pleasure and she caresses the mask just the way she would my face. That’s it. I come deep inside of her, pulling all the way out and then pushing back in multiple times until I collapse on her, her arms instantly coming around me to hold me to her.
After a moment, I lift up long enough to take the mask off and to move her up on the pillows before I lie between her legsagain, pushing inside of her much more gently this time as I stretch out on top of her, savoring the way her body welcomes me. I nuzzle into her neck, trying to balance my weight on my elbows so I don’t crush her.
“I can’t wait for the graveyard, cowboy,” she whispers, and it almost sounds like she’s half dreaming. Her breathing slows, her chest rising and falling beneath mine in a steady rhythm that grounds me. I press a lazy kiss to her collarbone, then another to the curve of her jaw. Her arms wrap tighter around me in her sleep, like even unconscious, she knows I’m hers.
I stay inside her, not moving, not needing anything more than this. Just the tight, perfect fit of her wrapped around my cock, the sound of her soft breathing in my ear, and the heavy thrum of peace beating against my ribs. My hand glides along her thigh under the blanket, palm wide open and then closing possessively, holding her close like she’s the only thing I’ll ever need in this life.
Because she is.
CALLUM
Hayden tosses his bag in the back of my truck and slams the tailgate like he's pissed. "You sure this is a good idea? What does your cousin want with Chapel Sterling, anyway? That girl seems like the type to rig a bear snare."
I snort and twist the key in the ignition of my old truck. "You're not wrong, and that’s exactly why it’s probably going to take all three of us to get her out to his truck." It’s funny to think about because Hayden and my cousin are well over six feet, just like I am, and Chapel Sterling is around Lilac’s height. But I’ve seen her wrangle horses and bulls that grown men are afraid to get near. She has them eating out of her hand, and I don’t feel like getting hog-tied and fed alfalfa cubes tonight. We’re going to have to be strategic about this, because as much as I look up to my cousin Caiden, I think he’s got this all wrong. I don’t think he can reason with her.
Hayden grunts, buckling his seatbelt like he’s preparing for war. “Why doesn’t he just chloroform her and get it over with?"
I shoot him a look. "Because Caiden’s a fucking terror, but he plays fair. He'd rather be gutted by her than take the easy way out."
"Still don’t know why I had to be dragged into this,” Hayden huffs and it’s then that I notice what’s in my floorboard by Hayden’s feet.
“Why did you bring Tristan’s helmet?” It’s the black one with the visor he only wears when riding his bike because Winter insists.
“She’s not above throwing shit, and I’m trying to get back to Madi in one piece,” Hayden says, picking the helmet up and putting it on. He lifts the visor and says, “You know I don’t fucking like being away from her.”
I can’t help but laugh, but I can’t argue with him. It’s been less than twenty minutes and I already miss the warmth of Lilac curled up against my chest. I say instead, "Tristan doesn’t sleep. He’s keeping an eye on the girls."
Hayden opts to stay silent and flip me off instead.
We hit the student lot and I spot Caiden leaning against his truck like he owns the whole school. He’s in worn jeans, boots that’ve seen better days, a black tee, and of course his goddamn cowboy hat.
“Jesus Christ, that belt buckle is bigger than my fucking head,” Hayden says as I park next to my cousin’s truck.
“Shut up, you have no room to talk,” I say, reaching over to flick the visor on his helmet down before I get out of the truck.
Caiden nods when he sees us and I see the look of confusion on his face when he sees Hayden’s headgear.
“He’s afraid of Chapel,” I say casually, and Hayden groans.
“I’m not afraid of anything, but she’s like a rabid hyena ready to claw your face off,” Hayden says, crossing his arms.
Caiden smirks, but doesn’t defend Chapel because he knows what Hayden said is true. Instead, my cousin does what he does best. He tells us how this is going to go. “I’ll handle Chapel. You don’t touch her. Just make sure no one from any of the other rooms gets in my way if she throws a fit…and we know she will."
We follow him up the back stairwell of Lilac’s old dorm, and I’m fucking glad she doesn’t live here anymore. I eye Caiden as we reach her door. "Did you get a key off someone?" It's not hard because Castlebrook has more dirty staff than clean ones. And there’s always Ramsey who can jimmy even the most intricate of locks.
Caiden doesn’t answer. Just glances down the hall, then steps back, plants his boot, and kicks the door with such force that the whole frame shakes and splinters, cracking open instantly.
"Jesus," Hayden mutters as Caiden finds the sweet spot on the door, kicking it one more time.
The door swings open and Chapel bolts upright in her bed. Her eyes are wild and despite being confused, she’s already pissed. Her hair is all over the place and she’s wearing a shirt that I recognize from the collection Madi has been putting together. What are the fucking odd?. It’s dark grey and in white letters it saysBows & Bull Riderswith a light pink bow embroidered beneath the text. I see Hayden see the shirt and elbow him before he says anything stupid that is going to make her more mad than she already is.
"What the actual fuck," she snaps. "Get out of my room and I won’t call your grandmother and tell her you barged in my room while I was indecent." She has pink shorts on and socks, so it’s not like she’s naked, but from what I remember of Grandma Grey, she will not be happy with Caiden for this. That’s one thing about my cousin. He literally runs the entire mountain he lives on. Everyone fears him, but our grandmother is the only one he’d never speak a word of disrespect to.
