He crawled up my body, getting rid of his boxers. He knelt between my spread legs and gripped his cock, running it along my entrance. “You want me to prove it?”
“Yes,” I hissed as he tapped the head of his cock against my sensitive clit.
“Say pretty please.”
“You’re the one who’s supposed to be groveling, not me.” I was breathless, half-crazed, and on the brink of giving him whatever he wanted if it meant I’d have him again.
He shot me a wicked grin. “But hearing you beg for it makes me so fuckin’ hard.”
“Please.” I reached for him, pulling his body down on top of mine. “Please, fuck me, Beau. Show me you belong to me.”
His lips met mine as he slid into me in one blissful thrust, groaning low and deep as he bottomed out. The stretch was so good, so right. He was relentless as he fucked me, pouring every ounce of love and need and desperation he felt for me into every brutal roll of his hips.
He reached between us, placing his hand on my lower stomach, and pressed down. I nearly shot off the bed, crying out as he brushed against my G-spot. My walls tightened around him, my orgasmrightthere. My nails raked down his back, and I gripped his ass, pulling him into me harder. “Don’t stop,” I whimpered.
“Fuck, I’m gonna come,” he groaned into my neck, voice cracking. “You’re so goddamn tight. I can’t hold it.” There was something satisfying about that, about knowing how weak he was for me. It only turned me on more.
“Give it to me,” I moaned in his ear, locking my ankles.
Two thrusts later, he was there, moaning my name as he drove in deep. His cock jerked as he came, sparking my own orgasm seconds later.
We were a tangle of limbs and heavy breaths after. I could feel his heart pounding against my chest, just like I was sure he could feel mine. I held him close, not wanting to burst our little love bubble yet, and kissed his temple as our breathing steadied.
He rose onto his elbows, looking down at me. “Point proven?”
I brushed his short hair off his damp forehead. “Point proven.”
He kissed me hard, and when his eyes met mine again, there was a glimmer in them that melted me. “I love you.” And I knew he meant those words with every piece of himself.
I grinned. “I love you, too.”
He pulled out and stood, staring between my legs. He pulled his bottom lip between his teeth, shaking his head. “Somethin’ about seeing my cum drip out of you is so fuckin’ hot.”
Jesus Christ, the mouth on this man. I blushed. Hard. I got up before he got any ideas. “We need to get ready for the ceremony.” I walked past him to the bathroom, and he swatted my ass, making me jump and laugh. I smacked his hand away as he reached for me. “I’m serious, Beau.”
He wrapped an arm around me, pulling me up against him. “You’re crazy if you think I’m gonna have you strut by lookin’ like that and not cop a feel.”
I rolled my eyes and pried myself away from him, grinning. “You’re going to have to multitask and cop a feel in the shower, or we’ll be late to our own ceremony.”
He followed me into the bathroom, slamming the door shut behind him with a feral grin. “I can get on board with that.”
My hands curledaround the podium that sat next to the property line between Golden Bridle and Circle M. Most of the town was gathered in my backyard, a sight I never expected to see. But what meant the most was seeing mine and Beau’s families in the front row. Even Mount, which surprised Beau as much as it did me. He tried to play it off like it wasn’t a big deal, but I knew it meant a lot to him.
“Hey, everybody. Thank you so much for coming out today,” I said into the microphone, getting everyone’s attention. I looked down at the notes I’d prepared and swallowed roughly, trying to steady my breathing. For someone who used to race in front of hundreds of people, I sure did hate public speaking.
I scanned the crowd, and Beau was off to the side, arms crossed over his chest. He gave me a small nod, somehow knowing I needed the push.
“Most of you know this is a momentous occasion for Golden Bridle. But you may not know that the ranch has struggled for many years. There were times I nearly lost the ranch my parents loved so dearly, times I wanted to give up on it myself. So when the opportunity to partner with Cavendish Equestrian Academy came, I had to jump at it.”
I let the silence stretch, grounding myself in the moment, in the history we were making for Wild Creek.
“I won’t pretend it’s been easy, but something kept pushing me forward. My dad always said the land was in our blood, but it's more than that. It’s legacy, family,”—I locked eyes with Beau—“and love. Not the kind of love you see in the movies, but the kind of love that endures. That weathers every storm. That grows despite generations of rivalry.”
Some people started exchanging glances, looking apprehensive.
“While I won this partnership with Cavendish Academy, I didn’t do it alone. Golden Bridle is on its way to thriving because of one man alone, a rival I never expected to be there for me.”
“We do read theWhispers, you know,” Delilah said loudly from the front of the crowd, smirking. There was a soft hum of laughter that I couldn’t help but join.
