Nonnegotiable.
So I grabbed my bags, got in the truck, and went with him.
Because that’s what we do now; we don’t go home unless it’s together, because home isn’t a place anymore—it’s wherever he is.
Violet was okay with it. Well, she gave me some shit at first, but that was expected. It’s kind of her love language, but underneath the sarcasm and side-eye, I know she’s happy for me. Besides, I think she’s gotten so used to living alone now that if I showed up on her doorstep with my bags in hand, begging to move back in, she’d laugh in my face and slam the door.
Probably after telling me to grow up and go ride my cowboy.
Sisters.
We love hard, but we tease harder.
I’m still lost in watching Christian, frozen in place, when he finishes whatever he was doing with that fence and starts moving toward the house. The sun behind him turns him into some kind of golden cowboy god, and I can’t look away. When he looks up toward the kitchen window and catches me watching him, that slow grin spreads across his face, the one that makes his eyes crinkle at the corners and transforms his whole face from handsome to absolutely devastating.
I’m so stupidly in love with this man.
The front door swings open and closes with a soft thud, followed by the heavy thump of his boots. A shiver rolls through me as my mind drifts back to this morning—his bare skin warm beneath my wandering hands, the charcoal sheets slung low around his waist, and my mouth full of him before he even opened his eyes. He didn’t stop me. He never does. He just lay there with his fingers tangled in my hair, watching every filthy second while I swallowed him down like the good girl I am for him. And fuck, does he love to watch me take it.
His chest is a wall of muscle pressed against my back, and his armsare braced on the counter like he’s claiming territory. His breath hits my ear, and he smells like pure, unfiltered masculinity.
Sweat. Dirt. Hard work. Pure man.
“Been watching me out there, darlin’?”
“Hard not to when you’re walking around looking like that.” His teeth catch my ear, nipping hard enough to make me shiver. Then he’s dragging his nose along my neck, breathing me in.
“Christian?”
“Yeah?”
“We don’t have long before Preston and Ivy’s party.”
“Your point?” he growls, grinding his cock against my ass.
I’m soaked, aching for him, and he’s still dragging his mouth over my neck, licking, biting, and torturing me with every second he refuses to give me what I need.
“My point is I’m about to lose my goddamn mind,” I bite out, pushing back against him.
“Flushed skin, messy cunt, and my cum dripping between your thighs. That’s the only way you leave this house tonight, Piper. I want you walking into that party so thoroughly fucked you feel me every time you sit down.”
I hear the clank of his belt, and my hands fly to the sides of my dress. I pull it up over my hips, bunching the fabric around my waist, too desperate to wait another second.
Thank God for these hips. Wide enough to keep the material out of the way when your cowboy’s about to fuck the sanity out of you.
He crouches behind me, rough palms dragging my panties down with a low growl. On his way up, his teeth sink into the curve of my ass, a bite that saysminewithout a single word.
“Hands flat,” he orders. “Arch your back and push that ass out for me.” I rise on my toes, presenting myself to him like I know he wants. “Fuck…” he groans, gliding his fingers down my curved spine. “Look at this slutty little pussy. Already wet for me.”
He slides his cock between my thighs, letting the swollen head brush over my clit again and again before tapping it.
“Spit on it,” I demand, glancing over my shoulder. “Stroke it for me first.”
He meets my gaze, then spits into his palm and wraps his hand around himself, dragging his fist down slowly as he watches me tremble.
“Watch all you want. This cock’s yours.” Then he steps forward, one hand on my hip, the other guiding him. “Hold on,” he warns, and he drives in, stretching me open in one brutal thrust.
We moan together, because it’s heaven laced with hell. So good it aches, so consuming I might not survive the way he touches me.
