Baby Makes Three

“Really? That was badass for it being years. Why’d you stop?”

“My heart just isn’t in it anymore. Not since college,” he admitted. “Now, I raise the rough stock for the rodeos and train new riders who have the same fire. They ain’t got that fire, I don’t train them. People get killed when they don’t have that fire.”

“Not… since college?” I asked.

“Yeah. My heart hasn’t been in it since then.”

“But you were riding after-”

I watched his flaring eyes pan towards me, and every single fear I was hoping didn’t exist were confirmed. He’d stopped riding after graduation. After I left him that morning for Paris. Bull riding was his passion, the one thing he was doing to help pay for his college. And he was damn good, too! There wasn’t a session he rode that was under six seconds, and he was the only rider in the entire state who never had to do a re-ride because of faulty equipment. Hell, even when the equipment did fail, he still held on and completed his ride!

If there was any human being on this planet that was born for bull riding, it was Flynn.

And he’d given it up when I left.

“Oh, Flynn. I’m so sorry.”

I put my head in my hands and felt tears crest my eyes. I never meant for him to stop. I never meant for him to get hurt. I knew how badly I panicked over him riding and I knew that it got on his nerves, and I figured he would just continue riding without some woman worrying over him in a trailer!

“I never thought you would’ve stopped riding,” I breathed.

My palms were catching my tears, and I felt my neck begin to flush, and all the embarrassment of showing up at this damn rodeo and trying to see him came flooding to the forefront. I felt like an idiot for thinking I could see him… for thinking he would just listen to the answers, I had for him, and everything would be alright.

I was an idiot to come here.

But before I could get off the couch, I felt it dip down beside me before a warm sensation began to trickle over my knee. I sniffed and dropped my hands from my vision and saw Flynn’s hand sprawled out on my skin, and my jaw began to tremble before I felt something underneath it. There was a pressure before my face began to move, and my puffy red eyes connected with Flynn’s green emeralds while tears ricocheted down my cheeks.

“I’m so sorry, Flynn. I never meant-”

“I know,” he said lowly. I sighed heavily, and a piece of hair fell into my face, and his hand brushed across my cheek before he tucked it slowly behind my ear. My body was humming with electricity while my eyes watched him, and when his gaze connected once again with mine, I couldn’t help but dart my gaze down to his lips. Slightly chapped, but just as I remember them, and they started traveling closer to me before I felt his body weight shift.

I closed my eyes and braced for impact, and when those familiar lips I’d dreamt about for years encapsulated mine, I knew then and there that I’d made the right decision back in college. How easy my body yielded to his. How easy it was to sink into him. He pushed his body towards mine and it sunk me to the couch, and my legs fell off to the sides and wholly accepted his thick frame before I felt his tongue rake across my lips. I gladly allowed him entrance and moaned when his tongue brushed against mine, and his hands braced his body beside my head before he pulled back and looked me square in my eyes.

I wrapped my arms around his neck, and he reared up onto the couch, throwing my body into his lap before he stood to his feet. My legs latched onto his waist, and my lips peppered his neck with kisses, and before I knew it, I was descending onto a bed. His lips crashed into mine, and his hands pawed at my body, and I rolled him over before I latched my lips onto his neck. I raked my teeth across his pulse point, and I felt his hips buck up into me, and I felt myself losing control as my entire body began to warm.

His hands flew up my dress and gripped hard onto my hips, and when he lurched my body forward, I slammed my knees beside his head. I felt his hot breath pulsating on my pussy, and when his fingers hooked into the fabric of my panties, I leaned forward and braced my hands onto the headboard of the bed. I trembled with every kiss he placed between my legs, and his stubble caused my legs to twitch before he slowly lowered me onto his succulent lips. His tongue parted my folds, and my juices ran along his nose, and I couldn’t help but rip my dress over my head while my hips bucked into the stubble on his face. Oh god, how I missed this with him.

“Fuck, Flynn. Oh… right there. Yeah.”

His grip on my hips tightened while my body began to rock quicker, and I felt the pleasure churning behind my hips while his stubble raked along my inner thigh. His bold, green eyes were staring up from between my thighs, and I couldn’t help the sentiments pouring from my lips as my body relinquished itself to him.

“Oh, god. Yes. You just… God, you’re so good. How do you-... oh, fuck!”

I reared my head and arched my back, and I choked out his name like a desperate prayer while my body shook on top of his face. I felt a light sheen of sweat gathering on my back, and my body collapsed just before he sat up and caught me in his arms. I laid my forehead against his and reveled in my scent on his lips, and when I captured his mouth in a long, sensual kiss, he slowly rolled me over and laid my back down onto the bed.

He stood in front of me and slowly began to undo his shirt, and when he pulled the fabric from his body, my eyes finally got to take in the rippling muscles he had developed. A deep, rigid chest from hauling hay and training animals; rippling arms from cutting wood and helping birth rough stock into the world. I watched as he stepped out of his jeans and boxers, his thick erection springing to life, and I couldn’t even hide the fascination I now had with his body.

The lanky boy I loved in college had morphed into the carved man he was today, and the smirk that donned his face when he slowly crawled up my body was nothing short of predatory. I’d always known that stare… the one that was charting everything he would do to my body before rendering my movements useless.

I felt him line himself up with me while I reached up to cup his glistening cheeks, and I captured his lips in a kiss again as his erection pushed inside body as far as it could go. I groaned into his lips, and he sighed into mine, and the rolling of his body ricocheted tremors of electricity that puckered my nipples against his chest. Faster and faster he thrusted, the skin to skin sounds bouncing off the walls of the trailer, and soon it was rocking up and down with our movements as I flung my hands to his back.

I could feel my juices dripping down the crack of my ass while his balls smacked against my skin, and every detail I had ever memorized about his body came flooding to the forefront of my mind. I raked my fingernails down his back, causing a groan to escape from his throat, and I felt my impending orgasm building in my back. I wrapped my legs around his waist and flipped him over, and I planted my hands on his swollen, strong chest as I bounced my pelvis up and down his shaft.

“Oh, fuck, Chelsea. Good god… yes. Jesus look at me... ugh.”

I slammed down onto his pelvis and pushing him deeper inside of me, and his hips were bucking up into my body while my hair splashed around my face. My back began to twitch, and my bounce began to stutter, and just when I thought my body was going to give out on me, Flynn ripped himself out and tossed me down onto the bed.

“All fours, now,” he commanded.