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condom.
When had he dropped his pants? When had he found a condom? Ashley was still seeing stars when he put the thick crown to her core and leaned over her.
She’d expected him to thrust deep, a suitable follow-up to the fire and the intensity he’d prepared her with. Only he adjusted his position, one hand supporting his body over her, the other rising to cup her cheek as he slowly joined them together. One inch, another, the entire time his eyes fixed on hers. His devilish smile making her heart quake as his cock stretched her and filled her with delight.
Nothing in the room registered anymore. Nothing was left to distract her. No chores, no work, no mysterious future. Just him coming home into her body. She was being taken and yet giving at the same moment. And when he sank all the way in, groin flush with her hips, they both sighed.
Then laughed.
“I missed you such a hell of a lot, Ashley,” Travis confessed.
She pressed her hand over his where he continued to caress his thumb against her cheek. “I missed you too.”
They kissed. Slow and languid, tongues playing softly as he dragged his hips back. Pressed in deep. Fucking her with long, smooth rolling motions. She had no doubts he was enjoying her body, which was fine by her because she was so enjoying his. His tongue, his cock.
He snuck his fingers to her hip and lifted, changing the angle enough to make her gasp as he hit her clit on each stroke. The gentle rhythm made her squirm as tension built again. She dragged in air through her nose and dug her fingers into his shoulders, one leg wrapping around his hip as she tried to speed him—tried to pull him farther into her body at the final moment of each thrust.
He separated their lips and stared down, rocking extra hard, grinding against her clit until she jerked under him, climax rushing her. The intensity caught her by surprise. He continued to thrust through her orgasm. Extending her pleasure, making her shake under him. He closed his eyes and gave in. Hips jolting as he buried himself deep and clung to her.
They rocked together as the aftershocks went on and on. Ashley stroked his hair back from his face, Travis’s fingers still clutching her hip hard enough there was no doubt they were together.
Clinging to each other while still connected.
Travis rested his forehead against hers and they breathed each other’s air. Then he kissed her. Once. Lips touching fleetingly.
She sighed. “That was fine. That was mighty fine.”
Travis rubbed his jaw over hers, rough stubble scraping her skin and sending a signal for goose bumps to rise. “It was. A good place to start.”
He pulled out, and Ashley bit her lip to stop from complaining. But the smile on his lips and the fire still visible in his eyes as he looked her over, sprawled lewdly before him, confirmed what she’d figured—they weren’t getting back to their steaks anytime soon.
That was fine with her as well.
Chapter Five
Cassidy had damn near stared a hole in the papers he’d printed out—the ones from Karen Coleman telling him about her accident and the change of plans.
With one email his world flipped. He was about to be trapped for the next four months with the one person he had never expected to see again. The urge to run hit, as if a chastising demon had been set on his heels and there was no way to escape the torment.
Hell. Hell on earth.
He strode forward, the door on the one-room head-wrangler cabin slamming shut behind him as he made his way to the parking area. Around him were the semicompleted shapes of buildings that were being added to the small homestead Karen and her partner had purchased. The cookhouse, shower houses and additional living quarters—everything set in place to be finished over the coming month.
The paddock already had half a dozen horses in it, with the rest of the stock from Whiskey Creek ranch scheduled to arrive once the main season began.
All around him things were progressing well
When had he dropped his pants? When had he found a condom? Ashley was still seeing stars when he put the thick crown to her core and leaned over her.
She’d expected him to thrust deep, a suitable follow-up to the fire and the intensity he’d prepared her with. Only he adjusted his position, one hand supporting his body over her, the other rising to cup her cheek as he slowly joined them together. One inch, another, the entire time his eyes fixed on hers. His devilish smile making her heart quake as his cock stretched her and filled her with delight.
Nothing in the room registered anymore. Nothing was left to distract her. No chores, no work, no mysterious future. Just him coming home into her body. She was being taken and yet giving at the same moment. And when he sank all the way in, groin flush with her hips, they both sighed.
Then laughed.
“I missed you such a hell of a lot, Ashley,” Travis confessed.
She pressed her hand over his where he continued to caress his thumb against her cheek. “I missed you too.”
They kissed. Slow and languid, tongues playing softly as he dragged his hips back. Pressed in deep. Fucking her with long, smooth rolling motions. She had no doubts he was enjoying her body, which was fine by her because she was so enjoying his. His tongue, his cock.
He snuck his fingers to her hip and lifted, changing the angle enough to make her gasp as he hit her clit on each stroke. The gentle rhythm made her squirm as tension built again. She dragged in air through her nose and dug her fingers into his shoulders, one leg wrapping around his hip as she tried to speed him—tried to pull him farther into her body at the final moment of each thrust.
He separated their lips and stared down, rocking extra hard, grinding against her clit until she jerked under him, climax rushing her. The intensity caught her by surprise. He continued to thrust through her orgasm. Extending her pleasure, making her shake under him. He closed his eyes and gave in. Hips jolting as he buried himself deep and clung to her.
They rocked together as the aftershocks went on and on. Ashley stroked his hair back from his face, Travis’s fingers still clutching her hip hard enough there was no doubt they were together.
Clinging to each other while still connected.
Travis rested his forehead against hers and they breathed each other’s air. Then he kissed her. Once. Lips touching fleetingly.
She sighed. “That was fine. That was mighty fine.”
Travis rubbed his jaw over hers, rough stubble scraping her skin and sending a signal for goose bumps to rise. “It was. A good place to start.”
He pulled out, and Ashley bit her lip to stop from complaining. But the smile on his lips and the fire still visible in his eyes as he looked her over, sprawled lewdly before him, confirmed what she’d figured—they weren’t getting back to their steaks anytime soon.
That was fine with her as well.
Chapter Five
Cassidy had damn near stared a hole in the papers he’d printed out—the ones from Karen Coleman telling him about her accident and the change of plans.
With one email his world flipped. He was about to be trapped for the next four months with the one person he had never expected to see again. The urge to run hit, as if a chastising demon had been set on his heels and there was no way to escape the torment.
Hell. Hell on earth.
He strode forward, the door on the one-room head-wrangler cabin slamming shut behind him as he made his way to the parking area. Around him were the semicompleted shapes of buildings that were being added to the small homestead Karen and her partner had purchased. The cookhouse, shower houses and additional living quarters—everything set in place to be finished over the coming month.
The paddock already had half a dozen horses in it, with the rest of the stock from Whiskey Creek ranch scheduled to arrive once the main season began.
All around him things were progressing well
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