stretching me.”
Pleasure claimed his senses, and he began to move. Withdrawing, he watched her features shiver. Then he plunged deep once more.
“Fuck, you’re tight. So hot. I can feel you contracting.” He sank his teeth into the side of her throat and sucked the skin into his mouth, marking her. Desperate to show in some way that she was his.
She clenched around his shaft, and he could hold back no more. Wildly, he sank into her again and again, reaching toward that unseen end. He lifted her against him, sliding his cock over her needy bundle of nerves.
With a cry, she burst. He pounded into her, cock growing steelier as he began to come.
His mind blanked and he only felt. His entire world was Laurel—surrounded by her scent, her flavors alive on his tongue, her body wrapped around his. Roaring with completion, the final jets of come left him, and her body grew limp in his hold.
He blindly sought her mouth. Threading his fingers into her hair, he delivered an open-mouthed kiss. Did she feel his heart drumming against her chest? Could she feel the emotion pouring through his lips?
Now that he had her, he’d never let her go. He just had to win.
As he stroked Laurel’s hair and continued to spatter kisses over her face, throat and body, gearing up for another round of lovemaking, he fleetingly thought of Holden. He didn’t want to see that look of anguish on his friend’s face again. But another part of Jens—a primal part of him—would fight to the death for Laurel.
The discs towed behind the tractor had a squeaky wheel, and that squeaky wheel set Holden’s teeth on edge. He winced at the screech as he made a wide turn around the field for another pass.
It’s not the wheel driving me over the edge. No, it was the plain view of the Ransom place that he had. The big old house loomed at the top of the field, and a watery shaft of sunlight slanted across the face of it, illuminating the windows. Behind those windows were Laurel and Jens.
The fucker who called himself Holden’s “friend” had spent the night with her.
Scrubbing a hand over his face, Holden cussed. It felt so good, he cussed again. Then he tilted his head back and loosed a torrent of obscenities into the sky. “Goddamn fucking hell shit damn piss bastard!”
He screamed until his vocal cords strained against the walls of his throat. The final curse ended on a croak.
The scents of fresh soil and crushed grass filled the early morning air. As he guided the tractor away from the house, digging into the earth so they’d be ready for that first planting, his mind worked furiously.
Maybe he should go up to the house, drag Jens from the bed and do a better job at knocking those teeth out.
Or should he continue to work the ground that was Laurel’s dream? Never in a thousand years would he have guessed she’d risk everything to be an organic farmer. The more he thought of it, the more sense it made. She worked closely with food, and what better way to bring nutrition to the people?
When she’d talked about the venture, passion had flushed her face and made her dark eyes spark.
Yeah, Holden would do this for her. He’d also have her set up with a massive shipment of fertilizer to produce healthier organic crops. The fertilizer had cost more money than he’d ever put into such a thing, but for her, it was worth every penny.
I’m not buying her. I’m just swinging the odds in my favor.
He slowed the tractor for another pass, craning to look over his shoulder to make sure the discs were doing their job. They sliced into the sod and turned it over. About twenty more passes, and the soil would be rich and loamy, ready to receive the fertilizer and then the seeds.
He pivoted forward again. The sunlight flashed on the tall front windows of the house. He glared at the upper ones. One of them was probably Laurel’s. How many nights had Jens spent here?
Holden ground his teeth at the thought. The shriek of the disc wheel
Pleasure claimed his senses, and he began to move. Withdrawing, he watched her features shiver. Then he plunged deep once more.
“Fuck, you’re tight. So hot. I can feel you contracting.” He sank his teeth into the side of her throat and sucked the skin into his mouth, marking her. Desperate to show in some way that she was his.
She clenched around his shaft, and he could hold back no more. Wildly, he sank into her again and again, reaching toward that unseen end. He lifted her against him, sliding his cock over her needy bundle of nerves.
With a cry, she burst. He pounded into her, cock growing steelier as he began to come.
His mind blanked and he only felt. His entire world was Laurel—surrounded by her scent, her flavors alive on his tongue, her body wrapped around his. Roaring with completion, the final jets of come left him, and her body grew limp in his hold.
He blindly sought her mouth. Threading his fingers into her hair, he delivered an open-mouthed kiss. Did she feel his heart drumming against her chest? Could she feel the emotion pouring through his lips?
Now that he had her, he’d never let her go. He just had to win.
As he stroked Laurel’s hair and continued to spatter kisses over her face, throat and body, gearing up for another round of lovemaking, he fleetingly thought of Holden. He didn’t want to see that look of anguish on his friend’s face again. But another part of Jens—a primal part of him—would fight to the death for Laurel.
The discs towed behind the tractor had a squeaky wheel, and that squeaky wheel set Holden’s teeth on edge. He winced at the screech as he made a wide turn around the field for another pass.
It’s not the wheel driving me over the edge. No, it was the plain view of the Ransom place that he had. The big old house loomed at the top of the field, and a watery shaft of sunlight slanted across the face of it, illuminating the windows. Behind those windows were Laurel and Jens.
The fucker who called himself Holden’s “friend” had spent the night with her.
Scrubbing a hand over his face, Holden cussed. It felt so good, he cussed again. Then he tilted his head back and loosed a torrent of obscenities into the sky. “Goddamn fucking hell shit damn piss bastard!”
He screamed until his vocal cords strained against the walls of his throat. The final curse ended on a croak.
The scents of fresh soil and crushed grass filled the early morning air. As he guided the tractor away from the house, digging into the earth so they’d be ready for that first planting, his mind worked furiously.
Maybe he should go up to the house, drag Jens from the bed and do a better job at knocking those teeth out.
Or should he continue to work the ground that was Laurel’s dream? Never in a thousand years would he have guessed she’d risk everything to be an organic farmer. The more he thought of it, the more sense it made. She worked closely with food, and what better way to bring nutrition to the people?
When she’d talked about the venture, passion had flushed her face and made her dark eyes spark.
Yeah, Holden would do this for her. He’d also have her set up with a massive shipment of fertilizer to produce healthier organic crops. The fertilizer had cost more money than he’d ever put into such a thing, but for her, it was worth every penny.
I’m not buying her. I’m just swinging the odds in my favor.
He slowed the tractor for another pass, craning to look over his shoulder to make sure the discs were doing their job. They sliced into the sod and turned it over. About twenty more passes, and the soil would be rich and loamy, ready to receive the fertilizer and then the seeds.
He pivoted forward again. The sunlight flashed on the tall front windows of the house. He glared at the upper ones. One of them was probably Laurel’s. How many nights had Jens spent here?
Holden ground his teeth at the thought. The shriek of the disc wheel
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