by Kinley Cole
“I—I’m so sorry, Buck,” I whisper, tears stinging my eyes again, as if I haven’t cried enough already today.
Buck holds a finger to my lips to shush me. “I don’t need that bar, Kota. I don’t need that truck, and I don’t need that house. What I need is you...us...and I will never be handed that.”
As the tears fall to my cheeks, Buck moves his finger from my lips and catches them with his thumb.
“Here I am. Just take me.”
Chapter Seven
Buck
“You don’t have to tell me twice,” I growl against her lips before I firmly dig my fingers into her hips, holding her in place. I lift her into the air as she wraps her legs around my waist, her hot center resting just above the rock hard bulge in my jeans.
As I press my lips down onto hers, I taste every tomorrow I’ve ever dreamt of. With Kota in my arms, I carry her to the middle of the field, laying her down on the cool grass. I pull her tight little white t-shirt from her body and run my fingertips along her bare skin, admiring her for a moment before I punish her for ever leaving me and saying yes to marrying another man.
“What?” she asks in a frantic breath.
“I just wanna look at you for a minute,” I whisper huskily. She sits up, running her hands under my shirt. Her touch lights a fire across my skin again as she caresses my abs and chest, pulling my shirt over my head.
“We don’t have a minute, Buck. It’s gonna be sunrise before we know it.” Her words are followed by a needy whimper against my earlobe. Kota reaches down and grips my hard cock through my jeans, making me groan in agony, then her greedy hands fumble with my zipper.
“We’ve been waiting five years for this, Kota. I don’t give a damn when the sunrise comes, ‘cause I’ll be fucking you clear until the sun sets tomorrow.” I growl against her ear and wrap my arms around her, pulling her into my chest and unclasping her lacy bra.
“I really like the sound of that,” she says through a gasp.
A seductive whimper escapes Kota’s lips as I grip her breast and run my thumb across her pert nipple, noticing a cool hard ball on both sides of it.
Fuck, that’s sexy as hell. She has her nipples pierced...
“So, you saved yourself for me, huh?” I wrap my mouth around her breast, flicking her nipple with my tongue and sucking hard as I unzip her jeans.
“Yes,” she moans. “I’m yours. I always have been.” Her eyes are simmering with desire as they pierce into mine.
“You were almost someone else’s,” I grow, roughly pushing her jeans down her hips. My lips move from her breasts down her soft stomach as she lay back in the grass. I leave a trail of wet kisses against her flesh until I reach just above her sweet pussy. Her fingers are running wildly through my hair, tugging in anticipation as I grip the hem of her lace panties in my teeth, gently sliding them from her hips with help from my hands.
I press my hot mouth over her lower wet lips, tasting her sweetness and groaning at the deliciousness. She tastes like the sweetest fucking peach in the whole goddamn state of Georgia. Hell, she’s the sweetest peach in the whole fucking world.
Suckling against her clit, she bucks her hips and grinds her pussy against my mouth. I push my tongue deeply in and out of her tight entrance, softening that little cherry of hers she saved all for me.
The sounds of the night in the country are drowned out by Kota’s whimpers and moans as I make love to her innocent pussy with my tongue and nibble on her wet folds, pulling them gently between my teeth.
“Stop, Buck. Stop! I’m going to come,” she pleads. It only causes me to flick my tongue faster and harder against her sensitive clit, and I take her as deeply into my mouth as I can possibly get her.
I want her to come undone against my mouth. I need that juicy little peach of hers to quench my thirst.
She pulls hard against my hair and scratches her nails down the back of my neck and shoulders, grinding her pussy against my face desperately. Suddenly, she releases her orgasm on my tongue, and her legs tremble violently as her thighs squeeze around my head.
When she relaxes from her orgasm, I move back up her body. I lean down to her pouty mouth, kissing her heatedly. Her wetness is still on my mouth as I swirl my tongue around hers.
I slowly pull away. “Do you taste that?” I ask her, peering into her eyes as my hunger for her ignites deeper within my soul.
“Yes,” she whispers with what I can only assume is faint embarrassment.
“That was your welcome home present. Now, it’s time for your punishment,” I warn her with a rugged growl.
“Punishment? For what?” she asks, nervousness lacing her words.
“For leaving me five years ago. For giving another man your heart, even if it was only a fragment. And telling that same man yes when he asked you to be his wife.” The thought of another man touching her mouth with his lips, or her mouth on another man’s cock, or even his fingers near her innocent pussy causes me to grit my teeth, and my heartbeat pounds heavily in my chest.
I flip her over onto her belly, swinging my hand back then whipping it forward, cracking my palm against her ass. A painful squeal escapes her throat, and I bend down to gently kiss away the sting.
“Is that my punishment?” she asks in a trembling voice.
“Hell, no.” I pause, pulling my bottom lip between my teeth as my cock pulses with need. “I’m just getting started.”
“What do you mean?” she asks, fearful.
“I’m going to fuck you so hard your pussy swells, and every step you take tomorrow, you’re going to feel me inside you. And I’m going to fuck away any thought you ever had of that other man,” I state through gritted teeth. “And that’s not a threat. It’s a promise. And I always keep my damn promises.”
My hands grip her full ass cheeks and I spank her again at the same time I shove my middle finger and ring finger into her wet core. As her center clenches around my fingers, I press my thumb against her tight rosebud, my fingers inside of her as though she’s a bowling ball.
“Whoa! What are you doing?” She whimpers, lifting her upper body to try and get away from my grip.
“Everything I want to do to you and everything you need me to.” Her pussy clenches harder around my fingers at those words.
I love this woman more than I’ve ever loved anything or anyone in my life, and I refuse to let her leave me ever again. And I sure as shit ain’t lettin’ her leave this field without knowin’ how much I love her.
Chapter Eight
Dakota
The very moment I’ve been waiting for, for the past five years, is really happening. Buck vigorously moves his fingers inside both of my holes, making me feel an intensity I’ve never felt before in my life. My toes curl as I reach the edge of another orgasm, and Buck suddenly stops.
“Ugh!” I moan in frustration. Buck pulls his fingers from within me. I place my palms on the ground to lift myself, to try and turn to face him, but he keeps me in place.
“I’m not done yet, Kota. I told you, you’re being punished.” His aggressiveness is sexy as hell and I love seeing this side of him. It’s a side I haven’t seen before.
“Tell me about it,” I mumble snarkily beneath my breath, hoping he hears me.
“What was that?” he asks, leaning overtop of me, his face hovering next to mine. His fingers pull my hair back away from my neck, and he plants a kiss against my sensitive flesh. The sensation sends sparks of electricity coursing through my veins, making my center ache even more for his cock.
“Please, Buck...don’t make me wait any longer. I need you,” I whimper desperately.
Buck maneuvers his jeans from his body, and then I feel the thick tip of his cock at my entrance.
“Are you sure you’re ready for this, Kota?” He asks, a sudden softness in his voice.
I inhale deeply. “Yes, I’m sure,” I say through an exhale.
“Why don’t you sound ready?” he asks, and within seconds he’s gently turned m
e around onto my back, forcing me to face him.
“I am ready. I’m just scared about what will happen after this,” I admit. The moment it’s out, I wish I could take it back because I fear I’m ruining this moment between us.
“What do you mean you’re scared about what will happen after this? You’re scared about being happy? About spending the rest of your life with me? Because after tonight, there’s no way in hell I’m letting you go again,” he confesses with conviction.
“I love you, Buck. I’m in love with you. I’ve always been in love with you.”
“And I’m in love with you, Kota. Always have been, and always will be.”
There’s a difference between loving someone and being in love with someone, so hearing he feels the same way sparks something inside of me.
“I know I’m probably ruining the mood, but I need to tell you something before we do this.” He hovers over me, his arms next to both sides of my head. His gaze shifts from a hungry stare to one full of concern. “I know I said yes to marrying him, but it’s because I never thought I’d have you again.”
I swallow hard past the lump forming in my throat and attempt to continue. “I’ve never moved on from you, and I’ve truly never given myself to anyone because that was a promise we made to one another. I wanted to give my virginity to someone I trusted and who wouldn’t hurt me. It was yours to take and keep; no one else's. When we weren’t together and hadn't talked in a couple years, I met Timothy. Sure, I thought maybe he could be the one for me if I’d forced it, but I knew deep in my heart that he wasn’t. I lost myself when I was away from home, and I found myself when I came back here. The exact moment was when I saw you for the first time after all these years. I knew then that home isn't always a place, Buck—it can be a person, too. I don't care what Jack says. I don't care what he thinks or does. We’re all grown adults now and I'm tired of wasting precious time without you. I wasn’t lying to you earlier about any of this. I’ve never lied to you, and I never will. I needed you to know all of this before we do this thing.” I take a deep breath, knowing the words had all tumbled from my mouth in a nervous ramble.
A soft laugh flees Buck’s mouth before he presses his length at my wet, aching entrance again. “I thought for sure you were gonna ramble on all night, which is just makin’ things worse for me. Your quirky antics make me harder than ever, Kota.”
I laugh sheepishly, not knowing whether to feel sexy or like a big dork, but as his cock begins to enter me, those thoughts immediately dissipate.
“Wait! What about a condom?” I ask frantically.
“What about it? I’m damn near thirty and I wanna get started building our big family together.”
Butterflies flutter around in my belly, and tears of joy pool in my eyes. I never in a million years would have expected a single day to go this way. From first seeing him again, to what felt like losing him again, to this, right now...him wanting to put a baby inside me and build our life together.
This is absofuckinglutely insane, but I want it more than anything.
“You really think it’ll work the first time?” I ask, not even fearing the thought of becoming pregnant but more so that it wouldn’t happen the first shot. “And don’t you think maybe we’re rushing this a little?” I throw it out there just to make sure he’s serious about this. I mean, really, it’s been a whirlwind of a day.
Buck grins and bites his bottom lip, then lowers his mouth to mine as he slowly thrusts his cock deeper inside me.
Stretching my pussy, a moan of pain and excitement escapes my throat and is caught by his kiss. My hands run along every muscle in his thick arms, and he thrusts harder and even deeper, causing a pop feeling in my core. I gasp deeply, my fingernails scratching down his sweaty muscular back, eliciting a growl from him.
“Are you okay?” he asks, concern in his eyes.
“Yes,” I whimper.
Sliding his length in and out of my wet channel, the sound of our wet friction fills the night air. I circle my hips in sync with his, grinding my drenched pussy against his cock. I’m moaning and screaming in ecstasy as our bodies are moving together as one, and our souls unite deep within our bones.
We trade kiss for kiss and touch for touch. His fingertips dig into my breast as his mouth cups the other one, and he flicks his tongue against my nipple ring, bringing me to the edge of another orgasm. My very first orgasm from sex.
“Buck! Oh! Yes!” I scream as he thrusts his cock harder and deeper inside me, and it’s as though I can feel him in my ribs. It hurts, but it hurts so good. The overwhelming rush of pleasure engulfs my body. My toes curl and my legs shake as I release against his length. He leans his head down to my neck and bites the flesh just below my collarbone, making me squeal in pain and pleasure.
Buck pulls his cock out of me and moves my legs, folding me to stretch them to the back of my head.
Oh god... what does he think I am, a fucking contortionist? I gulp, and my eyes grow wide.
I look between us as he puts a hand on his long, thick shaft and guides it back into my pussy, stretching me again. He nearly lays over top of me, getting his cock as deep inside me as it can go. Resting on his forearm beside my head, he reaches between us with his other hand and his fingers dance across my sensitive button.
“Ooh! Ooh! Ah!” I whimper in pleasure as he pumps his cock over and over in and out of my wet hole. He grunts and groans erotically.
“Fuck, baby. You're so tight and so wet. You made this beautiful mess all for me,” he says through ragged breaths.
My pussy clenches around his thickness and another intense, toe-curling orgasm rips through me at the same time he explodes inside of my core.
“Ahh! Fuck!” He roars deeply like a lion does for his lioness. He leans back just enough to bring my legs down, but his cock remains inside my channel. He hovers on top of me, staring into my eyes intensely.
Our lips crash together once more. This time our kiss isn’t full of hope or longing, but certainty.
Buck pulls himself out of me and replaces his cock with his first two fingers, shoving them clear to the hilt.
“Holy shit!” I croak. “What are you doing?”
“Shh...” He hushes me and pulls his fingers out, his cum glistening in the moonlight on his fingers.
Without second-guessing, I open my mouth in need of a taste of him.
Buck presses his wet fingers to my tongue and I lick and suck them clean, tasting every bit of his salty-yet-sweet seed. Then, he lays down next to me and pulls my head over onto his chest.
Fireflies swarm above us like ten thousand stars within an arm’s reach.
“I’m never letting you go again, Dakota Lynn Jenkins.”
“I don't ever wanna hear you call me Dakota again, Buck Alan Dawson.”
We both burst into laughter as he kisses the top of my head.
This is home. This is what I’ve missed.
“Give me about ten minutes, and then you're gonna get on top and show me you still know how to ride a stallion like the country girl you are.”
“Yes, sir.” I giggle, thinking he has to be joking.
“I’m serious. I told you I’m gonna make love to you until the sun sets tomorrow.”
Truthfully, I don’t know if my insides can handle that. But, I have every intention of finding out.
Chapter Nine
Buck
A couple weeks later...
We can’t get away with this forever—sneakin’ around and makin’ love until the sun comes up. We’re just like we were five years ago, but a million times better now. I don’t want to keep us a secret any longer, though. It kills me to hide a love like ours, one so fiery and raw. We have the kind of love books are written about, the kind of love that needs to be shared with the world for people to look up to, so they know not to settle for anything less.
Pickin’ up my phone, I scroll through my contact list and find Jack’s number. I push it and take a deep breath.
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��s better to do this sooner rather than later.
“Hey, man. What’s up?”
“You wanna grab lunch and a couple drinks at the bar? I’m off this afternoon. Special today is chicken and dumplings, and peach cobbler for dessert.”
“Sure thing. I was actually headed over there already. Chicken and dumpling Saturdays are my favorite. Is Tillie there today?”
“Yeah, she’s running the kitchen. Just took over the bar after my shift. Why?”
“Just wonderin’ is all.”
Tillie is the woman Jack has always wanted but has always felt he wasn’t good enough for.
“Why don't you just nut up and ask her out?”
“I can’t do that. She’s got a baby, and she’s a widow to boot. That’s too sensitive of territory for me to trek. She ain’t gonna want a guy like me. Women see me as a good time, not as a lifetime, and she’s the kind of woman that needs a man there for life.” Jack more or less spills his guts out to me—or rather, spills his excuses—and makes me shake my head.
“Women only see you that way because that’s how you put yourself out there. You’ve always been hung up on Tillie, but never took the chance. Now’s your shot, man. Can’t keep wastin’ time when you guys could be gettin’ started on a life together.”
“I think that’s pushin’ it a little far. We hardly know each other, and it’s not like she’s the sweetest peach in the tree.” He stops himself and asks, “Wait...why the hell are you being so preachy today, Buck? You got a touch of the flu or somethin’?”