James pulled away and rose to his feet. I opened my eyes and saw his long, thick cock pointing at me like a welcomed dagger.
“Roll over,” he whispered.
I rolled on to my hands and knees, letting my shins fall over the edge of the mattress. James grabbed me roughly by the hips and drove his cock inside me. He stood in place and rocked me back and forth on his shaft. My breath quickened and I rocked back and forth harder, no longer needing James to direct me.
“You feel amazing,” I moaned. I looked over my shoulder and saw James staring down at where we were joined. He caught me watching him and smiled, pumping into me harder.
“You feel amazing,” he told me.
I tightened my pussy muscles as I pushed myself backwards. James’s eyes rolled back in his head. “You like that, baby?” I whispered.
“Oh God, yes,” James sighed, his eyes still closed. I turned back to face the headboard and reached between our legs. I cradled his balls and gave them a gentle squeeze as I clenched my muscles again.
“Oh God, Willow,” he moaned.
I repeated the movements and James tightened his grip on my hips. He thrust into me urgently and then cried out in release. I collapsed onto the bed and he pulled off the condom before lying down beside me. He pulled me into his arms and I nuzzled my head against his shoulder.
“You’re an amazing woman, Willow Rogers,” James said, kissing the top of my forehead.
“You’re pretty amazing yourself,” I said through a stifled yawn. I was exhausted, but I didn’t want to sleep. I didn’t want to miss one more second of the time I had with him. He seemed to read my mind.
“We have a big day ahead of us tomorrow,” he reminded me. “Close your eyes and get some rest. I’ll be right here when you wake up in the morning.”
I leaned up and kissed the soft skin behind his ear. “Good night, James.”
“Sweet dreams, Willow,” he replied in a whisper.
I returned my head to his shoulder and drifted off into a peaceful sleep.
CHAPTER 4
“You did what ?” Matt asked, his eyes wide with surprise. It was Sunday night. James and I had arrived home with Locomotion an hour before, and Matt and I were finally alone in the barn.
“You heard right,” I said, brushing Locomotion’s long, blonde mane. I’d just told Matt everything that had happened over the weekend, and I couldn’t bring myself to look him in the eye.
He put his hand over mine, took the brush from me, and led me into the office. I sat down behind the desk while he took two coffee mugs from a shelf. He pulled a flask from his back pocket and poured us each a double shot of whiskey.
“Drink this,” he directed, pushing a mug to me. I obeyed and he continued, pacing the tiny room. “So let me get this straight. You knew that Renee’s in-laws were on their way, but you didn’t warn anyone.”
I nodded and stared down at the table.
“And the whole thing backfired… and now they’re moving here?” he continued.
“That’s the plan… for now, at least.” I felt him staring at me and finally looked up to meet his gaze. He looked confused but, to my relief, there was no judgment in his eyes.
“And you and James were so upset about it, you ended up in bed together again?” That seemed to be the part he was having trouble understanding.
I shook my head. “No… I mean yes, we slept together. But it wasn’t because we were upset about anything.”
Matt tossed back his whiskey and slid into the seat across from me. “Help me understand this, Willow. You hated James after the Aztec rodeo. You swore that you never wanted to see him again and that he had nothing to do with why you didn’t want your dad and Renee to get married. You said you were going to give Renee a chance. Suddenly you’re plotting with James and jumping into bed with him? This doesn’t make any sense.”
I sighed and slid my mug across the table. Matt poured me another shot while I tried to explain myself. “You were
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