Faster (Bad Boys of Texas 5)

“Rhett.” One of Lena’s legs is wrapped around my waist, her hand fisting my hair as I devour her lips, wanting to make as many memories as we can in my place. Something tells me deep down in my gut shit might get rocky and seeing her won’t be as easy as it is right now. Not with the way horses seem to be flying out of here and with Selena’s finals coming up.

“Yeah, you missing my mouth, baby?” I pull away from her lips, murmuring in her ear.

“Yes, please.” Thank God she wore a dress. I lower myself to my knees, dipping my head beneath the floral-colored fabric, inhaling Lena’s scent.

“Fuck, you’re drenched for me. A few kisses, my hands on you, and your panties are soaked.” My hands find the strings of the flimsy piece of silk, ripping them down, and then there’s my heaven on earth. I place one of her shapely thighs on top of my shoulder, opening her up for what I’m about to take.

“God, Rhett, please,” Selena pleads with me, yearning for what I’m about to give her, and as much as I want to take my time, build this up for not only her but for me as well, I know there’s only so much she can take before her wild side comes out to play. That’s something I don’t want tonight because after this orgasm, I’ll be taking her straight to my bed.

“Patience, Lena,” I tease, but my tongue is at the ready, tracing the lips of her pussy until I latch onto her clit, making the fevered pitch in her moan even higher. I look up. She’s holding her dress up, eyes watching me the entire time. My tongue slides inside her, latching on like it’s my cock. I scrape my teeth along her clit, giving her that bite of pain she likes so much. Her hands are in my hair, pulling me closer then trying to push me away.

“More.” When she begs so prettily, who am I to deny her? I slide my thumb inside her. I’m going to make her come harder than she ever has before. My finger presses in on that forbidden entrance, not knowing if she’ll shy away from the feeling or if it’s something she’ll like.

“You going to come on my mouth and fingers, Lena?” I question even though I know the answer, and by the way she’s wiggling her ass on my finger, allowing it to slide in deeper while I work my thumb in and out of her cunt, mouth never stopping, it’s only a matter of time until her body gives me what I’m demanding.

“Yes, oh God, yes,” she chants over and over again. I don’t stop, even when her thigh on my shoulder is holding on for dear life, not when her nails are digging into my scalp as she falls apart. I don’t stop until she’s boneless in my arms, and that’s just one of the many reasons I love Selena.

“Fuck.” I kiss the inside of her thigh. That four-letter word hits me deep in my chest, and I sure as hell know it’s something I’ll be saying to Selena, and soon.

Sixteen

Selena

Eight Weeks Later

“I miss you,” I whisper into the phone. Rhett is on the other end. It seems God and everything in this world are working against us. Between me needing to study for my final exams, his work taking him out of town across the States, it’s been a stressful couple of weeks. And let’s be honest, there are only so many FaceTime calls, phone calls, or texts that someone can take. I’m about ready to scream, kick, and cry, all at the same time.

“Miss you more than you can imagine, Lena. I fucking hate this shit. Swear to Christ if it weren’t for them wanting ten of our horses, I’d have left the minute money was exchanged.” The Spencers never dealt with this kind of thing. Apparently, this buyer wanted multiple horses and for one of them to oversee how they transition in with their new owners. Which I get is a great idea, totally get it for the horses, the Spencers, and these new buyers.

“Yeah, money talks, bullshit walks type of situation. As hard as it is, I understand.” Even if I’m on the verge of tears. After being spoiled rotten with the both of us able to travel back and forth with each other, being away from Rhett for the sixth night this week and seeing no end in sight is killing me more than anything.

“True, doesn’t mean we have to like it. Fingers crossed shit is done by tomorrow, or they’ll be on their own. I can’t believe we let them write this into the contract and they wouldn’t use a trainer.” Laney and Rhett tried to work around the clause, but it was contingent on the sale, even making it hard on Mr. Spencer knowing that he’d be away from the farm and having to push out more appointments later on.