Chute Yeah (The Valentine Boys 3)

I knew the way she tasted. Knew the way she felt wrapped tightly around my cock.

No, nobody would ever be her.

“Please,” she whispered. “Move.”

So, I did, watching her eyes the entire time that I pulled my cock out, then pushed it back inside. Over and over, and still I watched.

She watched me back, and I saw the moment that she started to tip over the edge.

“Fuck,” she said, her breath hitching.

Then her pussy was clamping around my cock, and I was lost.

The release that slammed into me was downright explosive.

I’d never felt anything so fucking perfect in my life.

My cock felt like it burst as hot spurts of my release jetted out of my cock and into her heated depths.

“Jesus Christ,” I gritted out, feeling like my soul was leaving my body instead of only fluid.

She bent down and latched onto the cord of my neck with her teeth, still trembling around me.

And still I came.

It was long moments later, when both of us were hot, sweaty messes, that I leaned back and looked at her with assessing eyes.

“You’re okay.”

She grinned. “Oh, yeah. I’m definitely okay.”

The suggestive way she said ‘okay’ had me wanting to pick her up and toss her onto the bed and have her one more time.

Alas, I could hear her stomach rumbling, and I wouldn’t satiate my needs before hers.

“Want to grab something to eat?” I rasped against her throat.

She laughed softly against my cheek.

“Yes.”

I pulled out of her tight sheath, loving the way that she mewled when she felt my still semi-hard cock leave her, and I turned off the water while I waited until she was steady on her feet to step away.

“I’m feeling pancakes,” she said. “That diner that you took me to the first night. Pancakes and a milkshake sound amazing.”

I liked the way she thought.

It didn’t take us long to get dressed and head out.

But she did make sure to take the time to rub the ointment on my thigh, which ended up taking a bit longer than necessary when she couldn’t stop herself from touching me again.

After righting our clothes for a second time in less than thirty minutes, we stepped outside of the trailer only to find there was a line of girls between my trailer and the one next to us.

I stopped on the top step, and Candy stopped on the one right below me.

“We thought you were playing around,” Mandee said. “That y’all couldn’t really be together. The infamous Banks Valentine, the rodeo heartbreaker, couldn’t really be tied down.” Mandee snorted. “Guess we’re all proved wrong.”

The four other women with her, all dressed in their rodeo hooker outfits, started giggling.

“If the trailer is a rockin’,” one of them sang.

“Don’t come a knockin’,” Mandee finished, leading the girls out past the trailers and hopefully far, far away.

“Well,” Candy said. “I find that I’m a tad bit embarrassed.”

She placed her hands against her cheeks, likely trying to conceal the flush that I could see between her fingers.

“Well,” I admitted. “That could’ve been worse… but at least now the rodeo’s biggest gossips know that we’re a real thing.”

She turned so that she was staring up at me.

“Are we?” she asked quietly.

“Are we what?” I wondered.

“The real thing?” she said just as softly.

“Yes,” I told her. “It was the real thing for me the moment that I saw you in town for the first time and you called me an asshole. It was like I was back in high school feeling the side of your tongue all over again.”

Her face went soft.

“I want it to be the real thing, too,” she admitted. “Not playing. For real, for real.”

I pulled her up onto my step and tucked my arms solidly around her body, pulling her up until she was pressed fully against me.

“I’ve never wanted anything to be more real in my life,” I said. “Getting you here? It was the quickest way I could see that happening. Sure, I didn’t think I’d get you to fall into my trap in the first weekend, but….”

She pressed her lips to the underside of my chin.

“You forgot your hat,” she said.

I pulled her back into the trailer with me and fetched my hat.

This time when we went outside, I was the one to lead.

“Come on, baby,” I said, tugging her along in my wake. “Let’s go get that milkshake.”Chapter 16That moment when you realize burpees are a part of your life now.

-Candy to Banks

Candy

When we arrived home the following week, the last thing I wanted to do was spend the night away from Banks and under the same roof as my father.

Not only would I not be able to sneak Banks in, but I wouldn’t be able to sneak out, either.

But Dad’s enthusiasm at seeing me was sweet, and I couldn’t help sharing in his excitement.