Total pages in book: 44
Estimated words: 40566 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 203(@200wpm)___ 162(@250wpm)___ 135(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 40566 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 203(@200wpm)___ 162(@250wpm)___ 135(@300wpm)
“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, coated with 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.
“I love you, Ryland. Forever.” He drops on top of me, caging me in and staying planted inside my pussy.
“Got some good news, babe. The DA called Fletch. He’s getting twenty years. The judge threw the book at him with what he did to you and the police finding the drugs and then the gun. He’s going away for a long-as-hell fucking time. So, now, we can move on to the even better news,” Ryland states.
“What’s that?” I let go and let Ryland along with Fletcher Wild handle as much as possible. After giving my statement, I washed my hands, gave Ry’s phone number as the contact, and worked on healing myself and loving the two men in my life.
“We’ve got the cabin to ourselves until tomorrow afternoon. Now, where were we?” Ryland’s mouth touches mine. He nips at my lower lip and slides his tongue inside. We get lost in one another through another orgasm, and afterward, when we’ve gained enough energy to get up and move, we move inside the cabin, where we stay locked in until it’s time to head home the next day.
EPILOGUE
SUTTON
Three Months Later
I was able to graduate on time. It’s all thanks to the people sitting in the stadium cheering me on.
“Sutton Rawlins,” the emcee calls my name to walk the stage. I smile, carrying a secret with me. The ring twinkles on my left hand, a new addition that included Case and his father asking me to marry him. We were out riding horses this past weekend. Ryland on Ace, Case on Maximus, and me on Maribelle, a gift from my now fiancé. I still ride with him on Ace when it’s the two of us, but when we have family days, we all ride our own. We went to the cabin, tethered our horses, then walked down to the stream, where there was a picnic set up. Case spilled the beans, scream-talking, “Will you marry us, my Sutty!” I broke down, with big fat crocodile tears streaming down my cheeks, nodding yes as my response. Not caring about anything else, including the ring on my finger. A fact Ryland had to state it was time for him to slide on my finger.
“That’s my Sutty!” Case’s voice echoes along with a hell of a lot of clapping and whistling as I shake hands with the dean.