Page 24 of His to Touch
“I guess this means you’re setting roots here?” Trey asks.
“Nope, bought a plot of land on the mountain in Colorado,” Clays says, not making a whole hell of a lot of sense since Wyoming is on top of Montana and he’s coming from Texas. “I had to come up here and pick up a new truck.”
“Well, it’s good to have you. Sorry we can’t help you in the women department. But if you need a place to stay, ours is open,” Amos offers.
“We’ve got room, too,” Trey suggests. I elbow my brother in the side. He grunts then tips up his lips as he takes a sip of his coffee. I hope the dark liquid burns going down his throat. He and Amos might be fine with him staying around their women. I sure as fuck am not, and it isn’t because I don’t trust Sutton; I do. It’s the thought of him having no problem flirting with my woman. I look at her hand, seeing it bare without my ring on her finger. It’s high fucking time to make Sutton mine in every way possible.
“Nah, just stopping on my way out. Maybe I’ll find a woman of my own on the road back to Colorado.” If Clay has a place on a mountain, he’ll more than likely be snowed in most of the winter up there. A woman who loves you, a warm place, and time away sounds like a damn good time to me.
“Doesn’t sound like a bad idea to me. The two of them found love on the road,” Sienna says with a smirk. I tune them out when Sutton makes her way around the counter and sits downnext to Case. He’s sandwiched between the two of us, and I watch as they put their heads together, Sutton takes a bite, and then he does.
“Ryland.” Her voice settles deep in my soul. The way she says my name, looks at me, and takes me in the middle of the night, it’s everything I could ever want. Well, besides her pregnant and my last name attached to her. That will be happening, and soon.
TWENTY-ONE
SUTTON
“Ryland.” We’re riding Ace. I’m facing him, wearing a dress per his instructions. At first, I was unsure why I would be in this outfit with a pair of boots, but I went with it. The weather is unseasonably warm today, the highs hitting the seventies, and it’ll probably be the last one of the season. I asked to go for a ride, and a ride is what I’m getting. Our times alone have been few and far between since I’ve gone back to work, Ryland has been working on the ranch, and Case is in school. That leaves a rare Saturday morning when he’s with another family member and we get a couple of hours to do something wild and reckless.
“You’re going to keep me inside of you.” Once we cleared away from the barn and main house, I moved from behind him to in front of him. He unbuckled his belt and his pants, pulled his cock out, and held it firmly in his hand as he helped guide me upward. A swift rip of my panties, and I was bare for him to slide inside. It didn’t take me long to adjust to him in this position, completely open and at his mercy. Even if I wanted to lift my body up and down, gathering the momentum would be hard with his feet in the stirrups and mine hanging over his hips.
“Ry, please,” I moan with each gait of the horse. We’re jostled, and my core clenches down on his length. The feelingis indescribable, unbearable, and leaving me needing so much more.
“Not happening. Patience. I promise it’ll be more than worth the wait.” Ryland grunts as a I bear down, using my Kegel muscles to try and push him to move us at a faster pace. This is what I get for asking him to teach me to ride a horse. His idea was to ride him instead. I’m not complaining, except for the fact I’m being edged the entire time. The slow walk doesn’t pick up the pace. If anything, I feel like he’s slowing Ace down. Two can play that game. My mouth goes to Ry’s neck, lips traveling up and down, kissing and sucking.
“Are you sure about that?” I prod, my teeth nipping at his skin. Finally, he taps Ace’s flank, putting us in a trot. “Oh god.” My eyes close, my head tips back, and my hands tighten around his neck. I’m sure his skin is going to be nicked from the tips of my fingernails.
“Fuck no, but I can’t necessarily fuck my baby inside of you while riding. Not the way I want to, at least.” He catches my lips with his. Ace must know where we’re going even if I don’t.
“I can’t wait for that to happen, adding a little one, watching Case become a big brother.” Ryland lifts his hips up, and I slam down. So much for me staying still.
“Woman, you’re going to make me stop before we reach our destination.” Clearly, me wanting to be pregnant as much as he does is helping the process to move this along.
“How much longer?” I beg, wetness coating my thighs and center. I’m sure Ryland will be a mess by the time we finally stop. At this point, I wouldn’t be opposed to him taking me against a tree, on the ground, or with me bent at the waist holding on for dear life.
“Almost there, babe.” Sweat is coating his brow, his jaw clenches, and his muscles tighten around my waist.
“Did you ever tell me where we’re going?” I ask, trying to change the subject to keep myself from coming from just holding him inside of me. The Kegels, the movements, and Ryland are all it takes.
“The cabin. It’s all cleaned up now the fencing is back in place, and no one is using it this weekend.” Ry told me the day things went down, he was here with the sheriff when a group of teenagers got themselves in some trouble at the cabin. They were having some fun, didn’t damage much, cleaned up their mess, and then came back one weekend to work the ranch as part of their punishment.
“I don’t care where we go. I’m just ready to be there.” I press my breasts closer to his chest, loving the sensation of his rough shirt against the light fabric of my dress. The lack of needing a bra with this outfit only helps me more.
“Almost there. Gonna hate losing your tight, wet heat when you have to get down.” I groan. That sounds like hell on earth.
“No, no, no.”
“Yeah, babe. It won’t be long. Don’t like the thought of losing your pussy, either. I’ll be back inside as soon as Ace is tethered,” Ryland warns. It feels like an endless time later when Ry slows. Finally, what seems like hours later but is only minutes, we’re stopped.
“Finally.” I’m breathless, aching, and needing him to fuck me as hard as possible.
“Time to hop down, Sutton.” I don’t move right away, finally able to lift my hips up a smidge and lower myself. A loud slap meets the forest air as he spanks my ass. I’m not sure if he thought it’d be any kind of punishment. All it does is make me clench his length even tighter. “Jesus Christ, my woman never ceases to amaze me. Down you go.” Ryland grasps my hips, staying in the saddle while pulling me off him until I’m on my feet. I watch as he dismounts, his cock hard and heavy, coatedwith my wetness as he ties Ace’s reins to the post, and then he is on me. I’m up and in his arms, legs wrapped around his waist, mouth fused to his, and I can feel the tips of his fingers pull up the fabric of my dress until it’s around my hips.
“This is going to be fast. Next round, I’ll take my time,” he mutters against my lips as my back meets the ground. One hard slam of his hips, and he’s seated deep inside me. My back arches, my head tips back, and my body trembles in a way I know I’ll be coming in a matter of moments.
“More, harder, faster,” I beg, opening my eyes, looking at my man. His eyes aren’t on mine. His gaze is glued to where we’re connected. I tip my head, watching what he’s watching. It’s hot as hell, his cock tunneling backward and forward.
“Fuck, I love this, love all of you,” Ry says. My center clamps down, his body locks up, and we come together. The feeling of him coming inside me only prolongs my orgasm. Every time I think we can’t get any better, Ryland Johnson proves me wrong.