Get Bucked (The Valentine Boys 4)

My hands gripped her hips, and I leaned her back against the steering wheel so that I could press kisses to her exposed flesh.

“Lose the bra,” I ordered.

She did, pulling it off with the expertness of a woman that did it daily.

I moved forward until I could pull her nipple into my mouth, then gently circled one turgid tip with my tongue.

She shivered, her nipple pebbling even further.

“Darby.” Her hands gripped my hair and urged me forward, telling me without words that she wanted more.

I growled and switched to the other breast, cupping it with my palm and bringing it more fully to my lips.

“Jesus, Darby,” she whispered. “Jesus.”

I didn’t stop what I was doing until both of her nipples were slick with my saliva and peaked to perfection.

“Get the jeans off,” I ordered.

She moved over onto the other seat and smooshed our lunch with her ass.

“Oops,” she said as she pulled her jeans down and kicked them off onto the floorboard.

I chuckled as I lowered my pants and underwear until my cock popped free.

“Get back over here,” I ordered.

She did, coming back to straddle my thighs, trapping my pulsing cock in between our bodies as she leaned in and kissed me.

I kissed her back, fumbling with my cock and pushing her away from me so that I could position myself at her entrance.

She continued to kiss me as she lifted her hips, and the moment she felt me where she wanted me, she sank down. One delicious inch at a time.

Her breath exhaled into my mouth as she slowly sheathed me fully.

When the backs of her thighs met the top of mine, she froze, clenching her inner muscles to try to adjust to my size.

“Swear.” She pulled back, her eyes hot. “I don’t know how the hell we fit, but thank God that we do.”

I pulled her in closer to me, once again going for her nipples.

“Ride me, baby,” I ordered.

She did, taking it slowly at first, but quickly picking up speed.

I could feel her inner muscles tightening on me, her impending orgasm getting closer and closer to the pinnacle.

And when she stopped, slammed her hips down, and cried out?

Yeah, I had no recourse but to follow right along with her.

My cock had already been feeling really good. But the moment that all of her muscles clamped down so hard that my cock felt like it was going to explode? I didn’t bother holding back.

I grunted as my seed left my body and entered hers.

My abdominal muscles tightened as I came so hard that they hurt.

“Fuck,” I breathed, clamping my teeth down on the cord of her neck.

She eventually collapsed on top of me, her breathing labored.

I wrapped my arms around her small frame and pulled her in tight, burying my face into her neck.

“I love you, Darby.”

Everything inside of me froze.

“I don’t want you to say it back,” she said slowly. “I just want you to know that you have someone in your corner.”Chapter 13

If the average person has sex 89 times a year, I’m in for one hell of a December.

-Coffee Cup

Darby

I don’t want you to say it back. I just want you to know that you have someone in your corner.

Way’s words from earlier came back to replay in my mind, over and over again, throughout the long day.

And when I finally walked into the trailer later that night—where we’d made our temporary home—it was to find her dancing in front of the stove, stir-frying our dinner.

I slowly closed the door to the trailer just as there was a knock on the door.

I frowned and opened it back up to see Banks and Candy standing there.

When had they gotten there?

Banks must’ve read the question on my face because he said, “We got here about ten minutes ago. Waited until you pulled up. But we thought you were still in the house.”

He jerked his thumb toward the old house that hadn’t been used since Way had won the trailer.

“Way wanted to live in the trailer as we renovated,” I paused. “Even though we haven’t done shit to that house.”

Banks snorted. “You should just move the trailer back to our place and live there, then. We have plenty of space for you to park your RV, and the hookup. You wouldn’t have to run this extension cord, and we already have the septic setup.”

We both froze—Waylynn and I—and stared at Banks.

“You… what?” I asked.

Banks grinned.

“It’s not like your hours are conducive with seeing the rest of us anyway,” he said. “And it’d save you some time in the morning. Would mean you wouldn’t have to come back and get changed once you were done doing chores at the ranch.”

“Ummm—” I started to say but was quickly interrupted by Waylynn saying, “We accept. This place blows.”

My brows rose as I looked at Way.