All it takes is a well-timed squeeze of my fingers around her throat to send her hurtling over, wailing out her pleasure as she cums.
My orgasm slams into me at the same time, and nothing in the world could convince me to pull out of the tight, clenchingheat of her perfect pussy. I toss my head back and groan as I fill her up, grinding into her with the instinctual need to somehow get even deeper.
I meant to pull out, but she just tightens her thighs around my hips and throws her head back, obviously enjoying the feeling.
Who am I to deprive her of something she so obviously needs?
I’m sure she’s on birth control anyway. There’s no way David would let her walk around unprotected with how uptight he is. Whatever. I feel too good to worry about it right now, my head fuzzy with endorphins and pleasure still ringing through my body. I’ll double check with her later.
Right now, I just want to watch her blink, exhausted and sweet, up at me as she comes down from her own high.
Chapter Eleven
BENNETT
It’s beena few days since I woke up to an empty bed and the scent of Maggie clinging to my sheets.
I’ve gotten nothing but glimpses of her since, her eyes lingering on me as she rushes to her car in the mornings. Not an earring left on my nightstand or a teasing wave sent my way, just those honey gold eyes tracking me before she closes herself away in her car and speeds off.
If I was prone to getting attached, I might be hurt by the sudden cold shoulder.
As it is, I’m a little confused by how quickly she turned to ignoring me, but if she got what she wanted, it’s no skin off mine. I wouldn’t mind another chance to pin her down and have my way with her, but if all I get is a night, I can be satisfied with that.
It was a hell of a night, after all.
I go through my normal morning ritual—coffee while the sun comes up, breakfast, make it out to the barn before the chill of night fully dissipates. The familiarity of it is soothing, and my mind drifts away from thoughts of Magnolia as the scent of hay and wood replaces the lingering memories.
I make it halfway through pulling tack out for everyone’s horses before I’m interrupted.
The musky scent of leather twines with a shock of vanilla perfume, and the bridle in my hand is replaced by Maggie’s trim waist before I even have a chance to realize what’s happening.
I step back in surprise when it sinks in, and yank my hands away from her like I’ve been burned. She laughs when I whirl to look behind me.
“I made sure no one was around,” she assures me, reaching out to pull my attention back toward her.
Her hand tangles in the hem of my shirt, unblemished skin and neatly painted nails a contrast to the dirt and dust already smeared across my forearms. I go easily when she tugs me a step closer, my heart thudding in my chest as she tips her head back with that same sweet, tempting smile she aimed at me when she was spread out in my bed.
It’s impossible to resist the silent demand for a kiss, and I duck my head to get a taste of her sugar sweet lip gloss. She tastes like fruit and coffee, and she melts against my chest with a happy little hum. I wrap my arm around her waist and pull her even closer, pressing the length of my body against hers and relishing in just howtinyshe is. I probably weigh double what she does, broad everywhere she’s thin, bulky where she’s lean.
Pretty little thing, soft and sweet against me, with just enough bite to keep things interesting.
I don’t make a habit of getting attached to anyone these days, but if she keeps up like this, I might just have to find a way to keep her. It’s an awful, stupid idea, but sometimes you just have to throw caution to the wind.
“Good morning,” she says with a giggle when I finally pull back.
I hum in agreement. “It sure is now.”
“I’ve been craving you, but Dad’s been on my ass and I haven’t been able to sneak out.” She runs her dainty hands up my chest and splays them out along my shoulders as she flutters her lashes at me. “I’ll try to come see you tonight, though?”
My stomach tightens as excitement bubbles there, something I’m scared to admit might just be butterflies. God, am I really this easy?
“Looking forward to it, sweet Magnolia,” I say softly, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.
She looks pretty like this, in the dim light of the tack room, hair down over her shoulders in loose waves. There’s something so inherentlysoftabout her that makes it so hard to take her seriously when she gets bratty, but that just makes it better. My rules against relationships are crumbling the longer I look at her, and I remind myself that good sex doesn’t make a relationship work.
Things feel different with her, though. I was never this drawn to my ex, but every time I see Maggie, it’s like gravity is pulling us together.
Her eyes flit away from mine, and she steps out of my arms to look around the room awkwardly. “I’m glad you’re being cool about this,” she says, her voice tight with tension. “Most guys try to force me into a relationship right away, you know? I’m not looking for anything serious, so it’s just… it’s cool that you’re chill about it all. Like, us… hooking up. It’s good.”
