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He pulls my hair to one side, baring my neck before bringing his lips to it and sucking on my frantic pulse. “Please let me fuck you. Please let me pleasure you the way you deserve. I want to fill you up with so much cum it drips down your thighs the entire way home.”
“Yes. Yes, you can. Do it now,” I order, the sharpness in my voice only seeming to turn him on more.
“Fuck,” he spits before sliding in, every inch of him filling me to the point I wonder if he’ll be imprinted there for days.
I drop my head forward, his hat slipping again. The feel of it brushing my forehead serves as another reminder of him, and I know I’m going to come soon, quicker than I ever have before.
“You’re my paradise, Rory. The only place I ever want to be,” he swears, slipping a hand around my front to tug at my clit while fucking into me harder and harder, not stopping once. “I’ve never felt like this. Not once.”
“Me either,” I whisper, his thrusts making my breasts swing beneath me. They’re so heavy, so sensitive. “My safe place.”
He drives harder while slowing the pace. Every forward glide steals my breath, the pleasure turning my vision spotty.
“Right there,” I gasp.
Repeating the exact same motions, he asks, “Right here?”
Tears fill my eyes, the pressure on that perfect spot inside of me bringing me ecstasy. “I’m coming.”
“I feel it. Squeeze me and take my cum, sweetheart,” he grunts before I feel a blast of warmth deep inside of me.
His hand slides up my front and rests over my heart, slowing his thrusts until he stops completely. I don’t bother pretending I’m not gasping for breath as he keeps his hand on my chest and feels the thrashing of my heart beneath it.
“You’re my forever girl. My wish on a shooting star,” he says, the words spoken like a prayer. “I’ve been waiting for you.”
My tears aren’t from pleasure this time. Just happiness. Love. They drip down my cheeks as I nod frantically.
“I was waiting for you too.”
38
AURORA
“This damn stable has turned into a headache,” Eliza gripes the next morning. With her reading glasses on, she glares at her computer monitor. “The costs keep adding up while the crew seems to be slowing down.”
“How much longer is it supposed to take?”
“At least another three weeks. It’ll take us right into the guts of fall now. We’ll be lucky to have it completed before the first snowfall.”
I pull up the invoice that came in this morning and scroll with my computer mouse, reading through the charges. Every sudden addition frustrates me, and it’s not even my money. “Who’s the foreman on the job?”
“Rick Thompson. He’s also the owner of the company. We’ve used them several times, though, so I don’t think it’s all on him. Whichever employees he’s swapped out in the past year have been an incredible downgrade.”
“Has Wade spoken with him?”
“Oh, sweetie, if I’d let Wade speak with him, we’d have a half-completed stable and no crew left to finish it. Johnny’s been taking care of it.”
I frown. “He hasn’t mentioned anything about this.”
She glances at me, smiling reassuringly. “Don’t take it personally. I’m sure he simply hasn’t wanted to bore you with it. He’s been given a lot more responsibility around here this year, and I think he’s trying to prove he can handle it all himself.”
“Has he?” I blurt. “Has he proved that?”
“This is an important test for him. With how this crew has been . . . behaving, I expect him to make a decision soon on what to do.”
“I’d help if he asked me to.”
“Oh, I’m sure he knows that, my dear. Men can be stubborn creatures, even ones as sweet as Johnny.”