Page 31 of Light on Love
Brett smiles against her hair, his finger’s tracing lazy circles across her bare back underneath the blanket. “Do you think you can take tomorrow and the next day off to go for a ride with us? We’ve got some cattle to locate and start herding back with the others. We’d be out there overnight.”
Laurel lifts her head up to look at him, “and it’s okay for me to leave the compound now?”
“You’ll be by my side the whole time. I haven’t traveled out this far since you got here, but I think it would be nice to go on this one, together. And for a few reasons, I’d prefer to keep you close.” He murmurs the last few words, a whisper in her ear. She lays her head back down against him, smiling as he presses a kiss into her hair.
“Tell me the reasons?”
He doesn’t answer immediately, his attention on his hand still dancing across her back. “Alright, well I worry about you obsessing over those files. I worry about another attack andnot being near to save you. I’ll just think about you the whole time I’m away from you and I won’t be able to focus. I love seeing you happy when you ride. And maybe,” he pauses, deciding if he should share his next reason. “Maybe I’m selfishly trying to make a rancher out of you.”
“Mmm, you make a convincing argument,” she says with a smile.
“So is that a yes?”
She kisses down his jaw before saying, “absolutely.”
Brett keeps his one arm around her shoulder and brings his other one under her knees, standing and lifting her with him.
“If that’s settled, I believe I promised I wouldn’t stop satisfying you,” he says, voice like velvet. Laurel giggles as he carries her upstairs to his bedroom.
When he lays her on the edge of the bed and drops to his knees, her giggling stops. Brett runs his hands up her legs, anchoring them on her waist and leans in, kissing his way slowly up her inner thigh. Laurel lets out a soft sigh of pleasure, her fingers raking through his hair as his mouth reaches the top.
Brett flicks his tongue at the spot he knows will make her squirm and she grips the sheets with her other hand as he slideshis tongue into where she’s already wet for him again, overcome by need for this man. His teeth gently graze the outside of her, and she moves to arch her hips in response, moaning as he tightens his grip, holding her hips in place instead.
Laurel’s eyes flutter closed as she bucks in his grip, enthralled by the way his fingers press into her. As his thumb rubs in tandem with the flick of his tongue, she feels herself let go for the third time tonight.
Taking his time, Brett licks the cum running down her thigh, smiling against her skin. “Youaregood at everything you do,” she sighs, falling back on the bed. He chuckles hoarsely against her as he licks the remaining drips of her release and begins to kiss his way up her torso.
“I should be good; I’ve laid in this bed and dreamt about doing that to you, right here like this, nightly.” He lifts her to the top of the bed and comes to lay beside her.Laurel runs her fingers along the edge of his blade wound.
“If only you knew how many nights I was across the hall wanting to come over here instead,” she admits softly.
“I’d prefer you over here for now on,” he responds with a gentle kiss before pulling her onto his chest and wrapping his arms around her.I’m not sure it gets better than this, Laurel thinks as she closes her eyes and drifts to sleep, lulled by the steady rise and fall of his chest.
18
“We’ve got to get up and get packed,” Brett says softly. He lifts his hand and tucks a loose strand of hair behind her ear. Laurel burrows deeper in his embrace in response.
“The sun isn’t even up yet,” she groans. “I knew we shouldn’t have had that second round of sex in the middle of the night.”
Brett lets out a deep laugh, “I seem to recall being fast asleep when the feeling of your mouth around my dick woke me up. I’m definitely not complaining, but what is a guy supposed to do?Notmake your toes curl after that?”
Laurel’s face flushes at the memory of how bold she’d been just a few hours ago. Something about Brett makes her feel so confident and wild, and she loves this new side of herself. He slides a finger under her chin and tilts it up so he can kiss her.“Come on, I promise this trip will be worth it.”
He gets up and pulls one of his T-shirts over her head, it falls just long enough to cover her, stopping high on her thighs. Then he slides into a pair of briefs and jeans and takes her hand, leading her downstairs to the kitchen. As he starts making coffee, Laurel takes his cowboy hat from where it sits and places it atop her head, “I need one of these for the trip, right?”
He nods, a smile on his face, as he hands her a coffee mug, “you do.” She grins back at him and turns toward the early morning sky. “We have a minute before we need to pack,” he says from beside her, looking out into the horizon as well.
Laurel walks to the door and slides her cowgirl boots on before continuing outside. She’s a few paces onto the porch, admiring the landscape, when she realizes Brett isn’t outside with her. Turning, she sees him leaning in the doorway, his most dazzling smile in place. Laurel tilts her head at him in question, while warmth spreads through her chest at his smile.
“I just don’t think there’s a better sight in this world than you in nothing but my t-shirt, my Stetson, and those boots,”he explains. She places her coffee down on the table and bounces back over to him, wrapping her arms around his waist and lifting her face up to him. His hand cups the back of her head, his fingers massaging gently.
Brett kisses her deeply then says, “how about we don’t go, and just stay here. You wear only that for a few days, and we’ll camp in front of the fireplace.”
Laurel shakes her head. “That would be a waste of these boots,” she points out, bounding inside past him. “Let’s go pack!” she calls from the house. Brett follows her back through the living room and upstairs, a few paces behind, leaving enough distance for his eyes to take in the view as they go.
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“This is the coziest thing I’ve ever worn,” she purrs, pulling Brett’s sherpa lined jacket tighter around her. She had jeans and flannels that were fine to wear in the mountains the next two days, but Brett wasn’t happy with her jacket selection. Worrying she’d get too cold in the crisp October air, he insisted she wearhis. He’d grabbed one of his spares for himself and wrapped his everyday one around her shoulders as they started down the hill.