“Killian.” She groaned and writhed, her hands fisting the sheets.
He worked her clit with his thumb, his tongue going deeper, in and out, lapping up her juices, as she moaned in pleasure. He brought her to the edge then worked his zipper and pulled his jeans down enough to free his cock. Hot eyes stared at him. She fisted his cock, ran a hand up then down. He groaned. Lifting her hips, she centered him, and he dove in.
“Fuck you feel good,” he growled.
She whimpered, arched her back, her tits rising and falling, as her breathing grew heavier. He pulled out, sank back in.
“Deeper.”
He pulled out, went deeper.
“Oh god. Don’t stop.”
His fingers dug into her thighs as he fucked her, hard and fast, her moans answered with his own, the sound of skin smacking against skin filling the silence in between. His thumb found her clit again, rolling it in a circular pattern as he drove into her hard and fast.
“Oh god. Oh god. Oh...Killian!” she screamed, as her pussy milked his cock.
“Fuck, yeah,” he said, keeping up the pace for her pleasure, and then he moved even faster. His eyes roamed from her face to her tits that shook with each shift of his hips, down her body to where they were connected.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” he said, before he sank in deep, stilled and came on a harsh growl.
He didn’t pull out right away, needed to mark the moment, how she looked all soft and sated. She smiled then teased, “I didn’t wear my dress.”
Cedar sat next to him in the kitchen. His dogs were chowing down on kibble with chicken she’d grilled up. She’d pulled on his tee, and fuck, he liked her in it. The hem fell just below her ass, so when she moved, it road up and showed the curve of her cheeks. He was right; her ass was fucking perfection. Her hair was down around her shoulders, and her face was still flushed from their last round of fucking.
She’d made ribs, and damn, they were good even cold.
“You used your grill?” he asked.
“Yeah. I’m getting the hang of it.”
“Tastes like it.”
She’d been eyeing him since he pulled his cock out of her, insisted they eat and dragged her out of bed. He hadn’t intended to fuck her, but when he saw her earlier, the pain she carried was almost gone; he wanted them to have tonight because that pain was going to be back. And soon.
“You gonna tell me what I missed?” she asked, but her focus was on his chest.
“You keep looking at me like that we’re going for round four, right the fuck here.”
“Is this meant to discourage me?” she teased.
He almost swiped everything off the table, but under the teasing, she was worried.
He grabbed the back of her chair, dragged it closer and kissed her sassy mouth, getting her and the tang of the barbecue sauce.
“Talked to Sebastian. He’s been tracking poachers.”
Her face paled; he clenched his jaw because he didn’t like seeing the color he’d put on her cheeks fade. “He’s got rangers patrolling. You stay close to the house, yeah?”
“Yeah.” she said then asked, “What are they poaching?”
“Bear, cats, fuck, some poach rattlesnakes for their rattles.”
Color was returning, this time, from anger, but it was better than her looking pale. “That’s disgusting.”
He agreed, but didn’t need to say so. “Not sure who Sebastian was talking to but got an APB out on the truck.”
He studied her, was satisfied that she looked more pissed than scared. “Asshole.” She moved the conversation on when she said, “So it’s poachers who left those cigarettes.”
“Yeah.”
“It’s awful, but at least we know now what we’re dealing with.”
It was on his tongue to tell her about Brock, but he didn’t want to see the light dim. She, they, deserved one night.
She reached for her water, took a long sip. “So earlier…”
“You looked good enough to eat. So I did.”
Her cheeks were rosy again, her eyes bright with lust.
“In fact, this was good,” he said and stood. “But not filling enough.”
She laughed when he grabbed her and tossed her over his shoulder. He smacked her ass, then rubbed where he hit. She moaned. He dropped her on the bed and kicked the door closed behind them.
Chapter Twenty-One
Cedar
Natalie and I were having lunch. Beast had put on ten pounds. He looked like a different dog. He was on the ground at the outdoor café, sleeping at Natalie’s feet.
“Talk to me about Liam?”
“I know he’s busy with the tavern, getting it ready to take over completely, but…I don’t know. There are days I think he’s totally into me and then there are days that I’m not so sure.”
“Have you talked to him?”
“I have, but I feel like he’s holding back,” she said, reaching for her iced tea. “That night at The Rodeo, he was so animated, interested, you know. I had the best time.” She reached across the table and touched my hand. “I never did thank you for setting that up.”
“No thanks needed,” I said and meant. “But I wish things were going better for the two of you.”
“It’s not been the same. At first, it was great, but he’s retreating.”
“Well, if it means anything, I haven’t heard much from him either. Maybe he’s just busy working on getting his shit together for settlement. It is coming up fast.”
“Maybe.” She leaned in and asked, “So what’s going on with you? From what I hear, the sheriff’s truck is at your place a lot.”
“How would anyone see that?” I asked.
“People talk.”
“Yeah, small towns. He’s…” I paused, because finding the right words when it came to Killian wasn’t easy. “I love his quiet attention, his lack of words when words aren’t needed. I love that just being around him I feel safe, at ease…at home. I wasn’t looking, certainly never thought I’d find that rare kind of connection, but I…” Natalie was smiling from ear to ear before I confessed. “I love him.” I
