“I’m always ready for you. I’ve had six years to fuck my hand to thoughts of you. My dick didn’t forget how to worship its queen.”
She looks up at me from her seated position between my spread thighs. “I’m the one on my knees for her king.”
Damn. I like that sentiment. I love that she holds me in the same high regard I do her, but that doesn’t shift the power.
“This chair doesn’t give me the upper hand, heartbreaker. The one on their knees is the one who decides when, how, and if at all.” Her eyes fall to my cock hungrily.
“You’re right, and I think I’m done talking. I’m going to suck your cock now,” she says, and in the next breath, her hot mouth is wrapped around my dick, her soft lips gliding down my shaft.
“Fuck,” I hiss as I tip my head toward the ceiling. “You do that so good, baby.” I feel her hair cascade over my thighs, and I can’t help but take her hat off and gather it to get a better look. She’s taking me so deep, my tip hitting the back of her throat on every bob. Her fingers dig into my thighs as she finds a punishing rhythm determined to make me lose control, and as tempting as that sounds, I want something else more. I tug her hair. “Baby, you said you wanted to give me a memory, and as much as I fucking love this one. I want another one more.”
Her mouth releases my cock with a pop, and it throbs, already missing its warmth. “I want my first release in our house to be inside of you. You’re my home, Laney.” Her brown eyes pierce mine. “Look at it, baby. See for yourself what you do to me. I come undone in every way, every time. Get up here.”
“You’re good at saying all the right words when you want to, London Hale,” she says, rising to her feet and straddling the chair. She plants her feet on the floor and sits, her slickness rubbing against my hard length as her mouth covers mine. Her sweet tongue hungrily dips inside, and I taste myself on it. A deep growl erupts from my chest, and she pulls away. “I love you.”
“I love you so damn much,” I answer breathlessly as she aligns my tip with her entrance. Then placing the hat back on her head, our eyes connect, and I say, “Ride me.”
Her hands grip my shoulders as she slowly starts to lower herself. Feeling her warmth pull me in, my whole body shudders, but it’s the sight of observing her as she watches me disappear inside of her that wrecks me.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” I say, and her eyes snap up to mine, my praise gaining another inch as she slowly acclimates to my size. My hand cups one of her breasts before I bring it to my mouth and suck hard. Her pussy instantly clenches around my dick as she bottoms out.
I love the way she rides me, the way she feels stretched around me, but mostly, it's the way she has a way of fucking me and loving me at the same time. When she's in control, she takes whatshe wants, how she wants, and it's usually fast and hard. It doesn't take long for her orgasm to build; sucking me off got her ready for another. She's hungry, and I happily let her chase it, because we both know it will only be the first of many. We're alone in a house we plan to call home with nowhere else to be.
She picks up her pace, the sound of her ass slapping against my thighs every time she bottoms out picking up in an intoxicating crescendo.
Her nails dig into my shoulders as her walls start to flutter around my length, and I know she's close.
"Look at me," I demand as I pull her chin to my face, and our labored breaths mingle for a heartbeat. "I want to see your eyes when you come undone, in our house, on my cock, for the first time."
She slams down hard one final time, my words setting us both off at the same time. A loud crack echoes through the cabin, and the chair gives way beneath us, sending us tumbling to the floor in a tangle of limbs and breathless laughter.
"Well," Laney gasps between giggles, her hat somehow still perfectly perched on her head despite everything, "I'd say we definitely christened this place."
I pull her closer against my chest, both of us still breathing hard, still trembling from the intensity of what just passed between us. "Think we broke more than just the chair," I murmur into her hair, my voice rough with satisfaction and exhaustion.
"Good," she whispers, tracing lazy patterns on my chest. "Some things are meant to be broken and rebuilt."
The words hang between us like a confession, and I feel the weight of everything unsaid settling into the space where our bodies meet. Long minutes pass as we lie on the floor, a perfectly tangled mess of limbs—her leg thrown over mine, my arm curved around the small of her back. The hardwood beneath us should be uncomfortable, but somehow, it feels like the most natural place in the world.
"London?" she murmurs finally, rough with the same bone-deep weariness that's settled into my chest.
"Mmm?"
"Best memory ever."
I press a kiss to the top of her head, just below the brim of her hat, and let my eyes drift closed. "The first of many, heartbreaker."
"This isn't really pillow talk,"Laney says, her blonde hair cascading over her shoulder as she props herself up on her elbow. "But are you sure you've thought through this whole plot to get your dad back to Hale Ranch? You and I know the damage that secrets and lies can do."
I mindlessly twist her hair around my finger. "He kept this place a secret from me my whole life. You know better than anyone. I always wished I'd had cousins and grandparents growing up. Being an only child wasn't ideal. Sure, I found my mom in high school, but she was twelve years too late with a poor excuse that she believed justified the abandonment of her son. I think if I can get my dad here, if he could step on the earth he was raised on, and smell the dusty warmth that permeates the pastures in the summer and the crisp, cool air in the fall it would go a long way. He once called this place home. If a white lie gets him here and I can bring my family back together, it's worth it."
"Having Fish call and tell him there's been an accident might backfire. He could have a heart attack," she points out.
"That's a valid point," I say as I stare at the ceiling in thought.
"What if, instead, he calls and tells him you haven't come home? You and Titan rode out to check the property, and you haven't returned. It's enough to make him worry without him jumping to the absolute worst-case scenario. Plus, if you're missing on Hale land, I bet his mind would instantly drift to the places heused to go. I bet he'd start thinking of all the places he'd look first."
"You're fucking brilliant. It's one of the many reasons I love you."
