SEVEN

Eden

“Wanna go for a ride?” Nash’s arms curled around my waist a few mornings later in the barn. The brush of his fingertips against my skin sent firecrackers splitting in every direction. A hot mix of feelings boiled over in my stomach every time he was anywhere nearby. I felt safe, happy. I felt at home. This ranch had been my home away from home for most of the years of my life, so somehow, it didn't feel weird being showered in Nash’s kisses. Curled in his arms and alive with his touch felt right. Stubborn thoughts had even started creeping into my mind about staying here, on this ranch, with Nash forever. We’d settled into a comfortable routine, early mornings and late nights had left us dragging through some of the day, but spending the hours together getting reacquainted was so worth it. We'd made snacks and watched movies and taken Baxter for walks late in the evening. Everything about Nash left me with a rush of overwhelming feeling.

I leaned back against his broad chest, relishing the hard slab of taut muscle that made me feel so protected. So totally cared for. “I haven’t ridden a horse in years.”

“Good thing you’ve got me to teach you, then,” Nash coaxed, leading me to a lean and muscled mare, already wearing a bit and reins.

“Bareback?” I breathed, fear coursing through my veins.

“Afraid?” He led me to the horse, smoothing my palm across the wide flank.

“No. Well…sort of.”

“I’ve got you, Eden,” he urged at my ear, hands gripping my waist as he lifted me onto the horse. Every hard ridge of him pressed against me, causing adrenaline to shoot through my veins.

Nash followed onto the horse behind me, his long legs wrapping around me so I fell into the cradle of his warm body. His arms around my waist, he pulled at the reins and coaxed the horse to turn and head down the path to the back field. “Glad you’re here, Tiger.”

One of his hands slid down my thigh, slipping under the hem of my skirt and sliding against my damp pussy.

A breath of air pushed past his lips and sent shivers racing down my spine. “No panties again? Christ, why do you do this to me?”

“Wouldn’t want anything keeping you from your property,” I teased.

He huffed, then shook his head with a soft chuckle. “Glad you've got my best interest at heart.”

His teeth rimmed the edge of my ear, one finger sliding up my thigh and slipping against my heat. I sucked in a ragged pant, eyes slamming closed as I arched back against him, his arms holding me firmly as the horse walked slowly down the path.

“At a loss for words, Tiger?”

I couldn’t speak. He was right, I was at his whim, totally at a loss for words as long as his hands were working me like that.

His fingers sped up. A soft cluck of his tongue and suddenly the horse was moving at a faster trot, the rhythm of Nash’s hand working between my legs matching the gait of the horse perfectly. Oh. So. Perfectly.

I gritted my teeth as my release edged closer. His thumb slid against my clit, the rough, callused fingers grating against me like fine-grain sandpaper, sending firebolts of arousal through every nerve. “Oh, oh, oh, Nash…”

“Sing for me, Tiger. I want to hear what my fingers fucking this gorgeous pussy feels like.”

His crass words at my ear sent sparks shooting through every muscle, waves of pleasure crashing over me, taking me under, sucking me in. “Don't stop. Oh, God, Nash, please don't stop.”

I could drown in Nash a happy girl. I was drowning in him. Every day.

Since when did drowning feel so good?

Nash slowed the horse a moment later and lifted me off, carrying me in his granite arms before laying us in the grass next to the pond we often visited as kids. After a childhood of swimming during the day and stargazing late into the night, I already had a lot of memories of Nash here, and now I would have even more.

He kissed his way up my body, removing the dress as he went, before locking my hands over my head and sinking inside me.

The stretch and burn of his cock had a bite of pain coursing through my body, followed instantly by the sweet relief only he could provide. His teeth nipped and sucked at my skin, latching onto my nipples and making me hum and groan until stars burst behind my eyelids. He fucked me slow and steady, hands crawling up my skin and owning every inch.

“So fucking beautiful. I want to keep you, Eden. Every day for the next hundred years belongs to you and me.” He cupped my ass in his heavy palms, forcing my legs around his waist as we melded. “I’m going to empty my come into your beautiful body. I want to see you pregnant with my baby, carrying my son or daughter deep inside you, knowing I put them there. That you belong to me.”

He attached his lips to my nipple, teasing and nipping, swirling away the pain with his tongue as he dragged his dick past every raw nerve I had. He drove me closer to the cliff, sending me further into space as I chased what only he could give.

“You want that, Tiger? You want my baby?” His lips crawled up my throat. “I love you, Eden. I want to give you my last name. Make a family with you. You're my everything.”

My heart hammered with every beat of his words, punctuated by the slow drag of his cock. He was fucking me senseless, stealing my breath with his speech, his touch. “Yes, yes, yes.”

My nails pressed into his shoulders, his hands pushing into my hair as his hips sped up, thrusts growing frantic before his mouth attached to mine. He kissed me and fucked me and came in long, hot streams of raw pleasure. His lips worked against mine, our bodies hot and sweaty under the summer sun, the scent of sweet grass and sex filling the air.

Nash pulled me down into the grass with him, tucking me under his arm as his fingers traced circles on the top of my head. After a few long beats, he finally spoke. “Meant every word of that, Tiger.” His eyes shifted to meet mine. “Every damn word.”

I didn’t speak, thoughts racing through my head, the only one that mattered on repeat.

I love you.

I love you.

I love you, Eden.