“Jax,” I whisper as a rush of wet heat surges between my thighs.
“I’ll say it again, Angel, just so we’re crystal clear, you want fucking, you come to me. I am the only man on this ranch who gets to touch you. Okay?”
“Okay,” I breathe as he pins my wrists with one hand while his other skims over my breasts and down to the waistband of my jeans before tugging open the button and zipper and sliding his hand inside my panties. His fingers circle over my clit before he slips them between my slick folds.
“Jax,” I groan.
“Why are you soaking wet, Angel?” he growls. “You like riding with me?”
“Yes,” I pant, because how can I lie? Being wrapped in his huge arms and encased in those muscular thighs while his horse galloped at full speed was so freaking hot.
“You have any idea how much restraint I’ve had to show these past few days?” He dips his head and starts to trail soft kisses along the base of my throat. “Being so close to you and not being able to touch you. Not being able to do this,” he growls as he slides two thick fingers inside me and I arch my back in pleasure, coating him in a rush of slick heat. “Especially when I know how much you want me too, Luce.”
“You’re an arrogant asshole,” I hiss as he curls the tips of his fingers inside me and presses on a sweet spot that makes me want to whimper.
“All this sweet cum for someone else, then is it, Angel?” he chuckles. “You wish Cody had his fingers buried in your cunt right now instead of me?”
“You know I don’t,” I groan as I rock my hips into his hand.
“The ranch hands are out here today,” he whispers in my ear. “If they weren’t, I would strip you naked and take you right here in the open.”
“Please, Jax?” I moan. I need something from him, because he has me on the edge already.
“I got you, baby,” he soothes as he works his fingers expertly, the palm of his hand rubbing against my clit with delicious friction as his hand is encased in my jeans. “I’ll make this quick so we can get back to the house.”
He keeps my wrists pinned above my head as he finger fucks me in the long grass. My walls squeeze around him as I try to draw him deeper inside me.
“I am so desperate to fuck you,” he groans against my neck. “It’s killing me not to bury my cock in your pussy right now.”
“Jax.” I try to wrench my hands free as my orgasm rips though my body, making me shudder against his hand.
“That’s my good girl,” he whispers as he rubs out the last few tremors. When my body has stopped shaking he pulls his hand from my panties and places his fingers in his mouth, sucking them clean as he stares into my eyes and making a fresh well of heat pool in my center.
I open my mouth to say something but he jumps up quickly, holding out his hand. “Come on, before someone sees us out here.”
My eyes roam over his body. His thick shoulders and broad chest, encased in the tight fitting flannel shirt, then his strong thighs stretching the denim of his jeans so incredibly taut, but not as taut as the material over his zipper which looks fit to bust under the strain of his impressive erection.
I look up at him, ignoring his outstretched hand as I lick my lips. “What if I’m not done yet?” I grin at him.
“I just told you we are done, Angel,” he snaps and I feel the sting of his rejection. “So, get your ass up now, or I will pick you up.”
“I can get myself up.” I plant my hands on the ground to push myself up, but before I can he bends down and scoops me up as though I’m as light as air before hoisting me over his shoulder.
“Hey!”
“Don’t act like a spoiled brat, Lucia,” he growls, “or you’ll be treated like one.”
“I wasn’t—” I start to protest but then he smacks my ass hard and I squeal.
“You think I would let some ranch hand see me fucking you?” he snaps as he walks us toward Bastian. “You think I would let anyone see you coming for me?”
“No,” I whisper. “You said we were done, and I thought you meant…”
He reaches his horse and sits me on the saddle before wrapping his arms around my waist. “Not even started, Angel, but you need to learn a little patience.” He winks at me before climbing on behind me.
Ilean against his chest as we ride back to the house; this time we go slower and he keeps one hand around my waist while he holds the reins with the other.
We ride in silence and I wonder if he is feeling as nervous, excited and confused as I am. Jax Decker is everything I have ever wanted and suddenly he feels so close, but so far away. He is my father’s best friend and I can’t help but wonder if that is where his loyalty will always lie.