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by Elle Christensen


  “Never,” I grunted. Then I began to move, slowly at first, careful to keep from causing her any pain. She tired of that quickly and dug her heels into my ass while thrusting her hips up. Her pussy clamped down on my dick, and I was pulled under by a tide of passion and ecstasy. “That’s it, baby,” I encouraged as I sped up, driving in harder and faster. “Squeeze that pussy. You feel so fucking good wrapped around my cock.”

  Maddie whimpered, and her muscles became rigid, sucking my cock deep into her pleasure-filled depths. My vision began to blur, and the room started spinning. Grasping the headboard for leverage, I slammed into her over and over while her cries grew to shouts and then to screams. “Now, Maddie,” I commanded through clenched teeth. I was about to lose it, and I needed her to come before me. “Come, baby.”

  To my utter relief, she did as she was told and splintered apart. Her orgasm milked my cock so hard I had no choice but to follow right after her. The complete and total bliss of coming inside Maddie was almost enough to make me black out. But I struggled to keep my eyes open and on Maddie so that I didn’t miss a second of watching her come while we were connected. Nothing was more beautiful, and right then, I knew I would do anything—whatever it took—to have this for the rest of my life.

  13

  Kyle

  I wrapped myself around Maddie, pressing her front to mine, and sighed in contentment. “That was more amazing than anything I ever imagined, baby.” The words, “I love you,” hovered on the tip of my tongue, but it was too soon. I’d only just convinced her to be in a relationship. So I kissed the side of her forehead and pulled her tighter against me. It was enough for now.

  “Absolutely amazing,” she agreed softly.

  We were silent for a while, and I’d almost drifted off when Maddie spoke again. “Kyle?” Her voice was low and hesitant. She tipped her face up to look at me, and I was momentarily distracted by her red, swollen lips, knowing I was the reason for their condition. “Kyle.”

  My eyes flew to hers, and I smiled sheepishly. “Yeah, baby?”

  “I’m in this with you. One hundred percent.” She was a little too insistent, and my eyes narrowed as I waited for the “but” that I sensed was coming. “But”—and there it was—“I want to explore this without prying eyes and questions.” Her gaze darted away, and she licked her lips nervously. “I’m not saying I want to hide our relationship—”

  “Good,” I interrupted with a growl. “Because there is no fucking way that is happening.”

  Maddie huffed and pressed her lips together, clearly annoyed, but I wasn’t about to succumb to her diversion tactics. “Let me explain.” I nodded tautly and waited for her to speak again. “All I’m asking is that we stay under the radar. Keep our relationship professional when others are around, and”—she gave me a pointed look—“avoid PDA.”

  I frowned and glided one of my hands resting on her back down to palm a firm, round butt cheek, my fingers resting at her crease, right near her center. “You don’t want me to touch you?” I slipped a finger between her folds and slid it up and down before slowly pushing it into her tight, wet channel. She moaned, and her legs stiffened. I wasn’t sure if it was an attempt to keep my fingers from moving or from pulling them away.

  “I—um—definitely want you to keep touching me.” Her breathing was becoming choppy and causing her tits to rub against my chest, her hard nipples scraping the along the skin. My big, thick cock had barely softened after coming inside her for the first time, but now I was painfully hard again, and my dick was jealous of my fingers. Her hand came down and grabbed my wrist, halting all movement. “But not in public. I’m serious, Kyle.”

  Irritated with her request and on edge from the need building inside me, I glared at her and snapped, “It’s not like I’m going to finger fuck you in front of an audience, Mad.”

  She scowled right back and yanked my hand out from between her legs. “I know that, smart-ass. I also know that you’d stamp ‘Property of Kyle Kensington’ on my forehead if I would let you. Since you can’t, I’m sure you’d take any opportunity to touch me in front of people in a passive-aggressive way of saying, ‘Back the fuck off, she’s mine.’”

  I couldn’t argue with that logic.

  “I’m only asking for a little time. Please.”

  My jaw nearly cracked with how hard I was clenching it, but I swallowed my frustration and slowly tried to relax. “Fine,” I grunted. “A little time. With one condition.”

  Maddie watched me carefully and inclined her head to the side. “What condition?”

  I instantly rolled her to her back and went with her so that I was covering her body with my own. Grabbing her wrists, I locked her hands on either side of her head and thrust in until I was buried to the root. “They may not know who owns this pussy,” I growled, “but you better make it clear that someone does, and you are off the market.” I withdrew an inch and slammed back inside, making her cry out as her eyes roll to the back of her head. “Answer me, baby. Are you gonna make sure every motherfucker out there knows you’ve got a man keeping this sweet pussy satisfied?”

  I pulled almost all of the way out and plunged deep again. “Yes,” she moaned.

  “Who does this pussy belong to, Maddie?”

  “You, Kyle. It’s all yours.”

  “Damn straight,” I grunted as I began to drive in and out of her, fast and hard. The need to claim her, to prove she was mine consumed me. The bed banged into the wall as I pounded into her. “Mine,” I growled.

  It didn’t take long to push us both over the edge, and we came together, holding each other tight as we fell off the cliff. I planted myself inside her heat and roared her name as I exploded, filling her with so much cum, it was already spilling out and coating her thighs.

  When I was utterly spent, I kissed her lips before I dropped to her side. She was still coming down from her high, and I drank in the beautiful sight as I rubbed my seed into her soft flesh. I made sure it thoroughly coated her pussy, thighs, and stomach. I would have bathed her in it if I could have.

  Wearing my smell on every inch of her body would be almost as good as a stamp on her forehead. But that wasn’t very realistic...for the most part. I leaned in and nipped at her shoulder, getting her attention. “I think I’m going to start every day like this. I want you wearing me all fucking day, so when you aren’t reminded that you’re mine by a sore pussy, you’ll know by the scent of my cum on your skin.”

  Maddie snorted and rolled her eyes. “How did I not know you were such a caveman?”

  “Gonna pretend it doesn’t turn you on?” I asked with a sly smile and a wink.

  She sighed and fixed her gaze on the ceiling. “No. So much for being a badass woman. Hear me roar.” Her drawled comment was loaded with sarcasm.

  My arm was beneath her neck, so I curled it to bring her face close to mine. “You are a strong, independent, stubborn woman who kicks ass daily. Don’t ever doubt that. But the way you melt in my arms, the way you relax and let me take control, it’s one of the most alluring things about you. I’m amazed by every part of you, Maddie.” I grinned and pulled her to me so I could slap her ass playfully. “And you’re sexy as fuck. It’s a lethal combination.”

  Maddie laughed and snuggled into my side, throwing an arm and leg over me. “You just keep thinking that, and we’ll be just fine.” Then she kissed my chest before laying her cheek down on it. “You aren’t so bad yourself, Kensington.”

  “Is that so?”

  She yawned, and her red curls slid across my skin as her head moved up and down. “I wouldn’t kick you out of bed for eating crackers.”

  “I appreciate that,” I responded with a laugh. “But who needs crackers in bed when I can just eat you?”

  14

  Maddie

  I brought my truck to a stop outside Kyle’s office and shifted it into park, then I grabbed an envelope with papers that could have been delivered to him another time, by someone else. But this gave me an excuse
to see him, which was quickly becoming an addiction. I couldn’t seem to go a day without seeing him even though I spent every night in his bed.

  We’d been together a little over two months, and Kyle had taken every opportunity to prove to me that he was committed to us and that he would protect my heart and wouldn’t abandon me. About the time I realized I believed him and completely trusted him, I also discovered that I was even more hopelessly in love with him than ever. And while he’d been very clear to me that he was unhappy with the situation, he’d done as I asked and kept things strictly professional between us. Unless he caught me alone—then all bets were off, and he used the opportunity to “remind” me that I was his. Sometimes more than once.

  The summer sun was shining down on me as I jumped out of my truck, and despite the hat I donned, I had to squint as I surveyed my surroundings. A flurry of activity was visible down at the barn where we housed any visiting animals or ones that needed constant supervision. Just to be sure, I popped my head into his reception area and smiled at his assistant, Rebecca.

  “Kyle down at the barn?” I asked.

  “Yeah,” she answered with a nod as she stapled some papers together and slipped them into a manila folder. Then she smiled as she stood, and said, “Give me second to file this, and I’ll walk down with you.”

  She disappeared into a back room, and I remembered the papers in my own hands. “I brought the documents that you guys asked for,” I yelled as I dropped them into her inbox.

  “Oh! Great! Thanks!” she responded when she returned. “That was fast! I just asked for them this morning, figuring it would take your assistant manager at least a week.”

  We laughed, and I shrugged, trying to sound nonchalant. “I wanted to speak to Kyle about something anyway, so I brought them.”

  I’d met Rebecca four years ago, and despite our age difference, we’d become best friends five minutes later. She was young, just a junior in college, but I knew she was a hard worker. Her mom had taken off when Rebecca turned eighteen, and she’d had to support herself ever since. She’d been working herself to the bone as a waitress, so I’d asked Kyle if he’d take her on as an assistant, having no doubt she was perfect for the job.

  He was happy to give her a try, and just as I’d thought, she was doing a fantastic job. As an added perk, I was enjoying having my friend so close. I hadn’t even told her about my relationship with Kyle, but I knew she suspected. Still, she went along, doing a terrible job of feigning ignorance. “Ah. I totally get it.”

  I scowled at her while she laughed and plopped a straw cowboy hat onto her head. “Why the escort? Are you longing for my company, or is something else going on around here?” I queried, changing the subject.

  Rebecca’s brown eyes danced as she practically bounced beside me. “Apparently, some billionaire bought Heartwood Hollow last month.” She gestured casually in the direction of the land that neighbored Red Hill Ranch. “I guess his niece competes, and she’s staying with him,” Rebecca continued with a shrug. “Anyway, they had an accident with a horse and needed to bring him to see Kyle.”

  Rebecca stopped walking and looked at me, her eyes sparkling with amusement. “Anyway, Lia dropped by this morning and”—Rebecca started giggling—“Maddie, I’m telling you”—she was forced to quit talking when hearty laughter spilled out—“I-I thought she was going t-to pee herself! She was so damn excited.” Lia was a ball of energy on a slow day, so I could easily see the scene described by Rebecca. I laughed so hard, I snorted, and Rebecca just pointed at me and doubled over even more.

  When we finally caught our breath, we started walking again, and Rebecca continued, though she was still breaking out into fits of giggles. “I thought she was excited to see this billionaire, Rex Beaumont, because he’s been listed as one of America’s most eligible bachelors several times. But when I mentioned him, she stopped and asked, ‘Who?’”

  I paused and looked at Rebecca with surprise. “She didn’t know who he was? Then why was she so excited?”

  “Because the horse they are bringing in is a champion Dutch Warmblood that Rex bought for almost $15 million!” Rebecca and I both dissolved into a fit of laughter again.

  “Only Lia would be more excited to see a millionaire dressage horse over a billionaire stud!” I sputtered as I tried to steady myself so that I didn’t fall over while trying to catch my breath. Lia had been an equestrian competitor before she married James and started a family. She’d even gone to the Olympics twice. After her husband and kids, horses were Lia’s passion. It wasn’t hard to believe that her excitement stemmed from meeting a horse of this caliber. I wouldn’t be surprised if I found her haggling with the billionaire over a stud fee.

  Rebecca wiped her eyes as her laughter finally subsided. “To each their own,” she sang in a little voice while grinning. Then she wiggled her eyebrows. “I’m more interested in seeing the billionaire stud.”

  I swiped away my tears and shook my head. “Window shopping?” I teased. Rebecca didn’t date. She always told me she was too busy, and she doubted there was a man out there worth more of her time than work or school. I had a feeling some of her reluctance stemmed from her mother’s open-door policy to their trailer while Rebecca had been growing up, but she never confirmed it when I hinted.

  “Basically,” she agreed with a lopsided smile.

  We reached the barn, and Rebecca opened the door, practically skipping through it. It was well lit inside, but the sun was so bright that my eyes still took a few seconds to adjust before taking in the scene in front of me.

  Lia was standing next to a gorgeous chocolate brown horse, petting its nose and whispering to him, making me smile. I glanced around, curious about this Mr. Beaumont, but my attention was caught by the stunning woman talking to my man. She had smooth, tan skin, long and thick honey-blonde curls, a generous chest that I would have bet my next paycheck was real, and toned legs that went on for miles.

  Kyle was writing on a clipboard, barely paying her any attention, so he didn’t see how she was smiling at him with her perfectly shaped, plump lips. Nor did he seem to feel her elegant hand on his bicep. I almost laughed when he murmured something and walked over to the horse without a backward glance. She looked after him with longing, and I almost felt bad for her. Kyle was a fucking gorgeous man, and if he weren’t already mine, I’d still be mooning over him too. But then she threw her shoulders back, pushing out her chest, and marched over to him with an exaggerated sway to her hips.

  “Why don’t I take you out to dinner, and we can discuss your treatment plan for Twinkle Toes?” I heard a groan and glanced over at Lia, who scrunched up her nose and mouthed, “Twinkle Toes?” Then she mimed gagging. I would have laughed if there hadn’t been jealousy surging through my veins.

  “I thought his name was Southern Dancer,” Kyle muttered, not sparing her a glance. I would have laughed at the fact that the only thing he heard was about the horse, except I was too busy trying to shove down the green monster clawing to the surface.

  She tittered like a schoolgirl, making me want to gag too. “Yeah, but I call him Twinkle Toes. Isn’t it cute?” She leaned in so close that her breast brushed over Kyle’s arm. He wasn’t paying her any attention and walked away to start examining the horse. She followed right behind, and the way she was crowding his space was beginning to piss me off.

  I began to take a step forward, but a hand on my arm pulled me back.

  “Relax. He’s barely noticed her,” Rebecca said from beside me. “If you want to keep your relationship on the down-low, I suggest you cool it.” She was right, but I still glared daggers at the girl.

  “Who is she?” I snapped.

  “Beaumont’s niece. Peggy,” Rebecca answered. She ran her eyes over Rebecca and cocked her head to the side. “Is she even legal?” she mused aloud.

  “Are you?” a deep voice asked, making us both jump.

  Rebecca and I both swiveled our heads to the left to look at the owner of the sexy voi
ce. HOLY SHIT.

  15

  Maddie

  The man standing on the other side of Rebecca was sexy as hell. Although I preferred the laid-back cowboy style rather than the suit that probably cost more than I made in a month. Still…I could see women flocking to this guy like moths to a flame.

  Once I got over my moment of swooning, I noticed Rebecca was in much the same stunned state. But what was truly interesting was the way this guy’s eyes devoured her. Although the wariness in his eyes told me he honestly wasn’t sure if she was over eighteen.

  “Well?” he demanded.

  Rebecca finally broke from her trance and sputtered a few times. Then she gathered her wits, stood straight with her hands planted on her hips, and scowled at him. “None of your business, Mr.—” she broke off and looked at him expectantly. His eyes widened a little at her show of moxie, and assuming this was who I thought it was, I wondered how often he heard the word no.

  They engaged in a silent battle of wills for a minute before he narrowed his eyes and grunted, “Beaumont. Rex Beaumont. And you are?”

  Rebecca’s face blanched at his name, but she quickly covered it up with a sassy smirk. “Too young to serve you drinks at The Onyx. Old enough for you to put dollars in my G-string.”

  It took every ounce of my strength to keep my jaw from hitting the floor. Say what?? Did she just insinuate that she was a stripper at the club in town?

  Rex’s expression darkened like an impending thunderstorm.

  My gaze bounced back and forth between them, but despite the drama unfolding in front of me, I was distracted when I heard Peggy speak again. “So I’ll come back around six, and we can drive to town together.” Then she stepped into his space and went up on her toes to kiss his cheek.

 

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