“Is one more minute I get with you,” he said. “I’ll come by every day if you want me to. I’ll check on you in the evenings after work, even if it’s just a drive-by before I go home, and we’ll get you through this. Green Point shines brighter with you in it, Cheyenne. It’s just a natural truth.”

I lost myself in his eyes with every word that came from his lips. His words sounded so good caressing my ears, and all of me desperately wanted to believe him. I wanted to believe I could stay, that the horses would no longer be targets and that I could keep up on my bills. I wanted to believe things could go back to normal and that Tif would heal and come back to the barn and Colt and I would fall asleep in each other’s arms every night.

But I just couldn’t see a way out of all this. It all seemed so tangled and messy, and I had no way to unravel this knotted ball of yarn that had become my life.

“I’m not ready to let you go, Cheyenne,” he said with a rumble. “I’m just not.”

I could feel his breath pulsing against my lips, and it shocked me to realize how close we were standing. His hands had dropped to my waist, and my hands had migrated to his chest, pressing into his muscles while his breath caressed my skin.

“Have Thanksgiving with Tiffany and I, okay? It’s coming up soon, and it’ll give you a reason for a little celebration amidst all this mess.”

His lips were hovering above mine, and all I wanted to do was close the gap. My eyes were dancing all along his face, but his were steady and intent on my reaction. My body was gravitating towards his, and his hands had slid to the small of my back, pulling my pelvis against him.

And I could feel his cock growing against my body.

“Okay,” I said, whispering. “I could do that.”

I stood onto my toes, closed the gap between our lips, and felt the whole of his strength pull me deep into his body. My back arched with the fire of his lips while I wrapped my arms around his neck. His feet carried me backward, and my hips slammed against the counter. I didn’t have even a second to correct our trajectory before he hoisted me up onto the edge of the counter.

His lips released mine and trailed down my cheek, but when he licked his tongue along the pulse point of my neck, I could feel myself give way to him. My hands shot to his belt buckle and made quick work of it, shoving his pants down to his knees. When his cock sprang free, I wrapped my hand tightly around it.

“Oh, Chey,” he said, groaning.

I pumped my hand up and down his cock while his hands flew up my back. He expertly undid my bra before he pulled my shirt off my body and my breasts swung free for him to behold. His lips wrapped around my pert nipple while my hand squeezed his growing dick, throbbing as he suckled my breast he took.

“Colt. Yes.”

His hands slipped my jeans and panties down over my hips, and when I kicked them off, he spread my legs open as wide as they would go. He released my nipple with a pop, and I dropped my hand from his dick. When he pulled me to the edge of the counter, I wrapped my hands around his shoulders.

His raging cock teased my entrance, sliding around in my wetness before he finally drove into me, and his lips captured mine as he pressed into my body. My hands tangled themselves in his hair, and my body trembled with each inch that penetrated my body, yielding to him. Then, his hips began to slowly roll into mine, causing me to wrap my legs around his waist and draw him in close.

“Jesus,” he said breathlessly. “You feel so good.”

I leaned back onto my hands and thrust my breasts out for him. He took them in his hands before he traced his tongue around the outline of my nipples. His hips pumped harder into mine, and my body jumped with every thrust he snapped against my body. Soon my entire kitchen was filled with the scent of our pumping bodies. His sculpted muscles glistened with every drop of sweat that cascaded down the valleys of his body.

“Don’t you dare stop,” I begged. “Please. Don’t. Stop.”

“Never,” he said.

He released my breasts and dug his hands into my hips as his a

ssault picked up its pace. My body bounced for him, and my walls clamped down around his throbbing cock. The moment I unraveled my legs from his body, I felt my pleasure begin to build. My nipples burned, and my pelvis sizzled. My body shook with every pump he took towards my body, writhing and shaking as he filled me to the brim.

“I’m so close. Oh, God,” he said.

He buried himself deep into me, and I finally met my end. I threw my arms around his neck, and he cloaked my back with his, our bodies reveling in their mutual pleasure as he pumped my body full of his essence. I panted for air and peppered the crook of his neck with kisses, and when his hands began massaging the small of my back, I knew I’d made a mistake.

I knew I wouldn’t be able to leave him behind in this town so I could run off into the sunset.

“I can’t let you go,” he whispered into my ear.

“Then don’t,” I whispered back.

Chapter Twenty-Eight

Colt

“Hey, Colt.”

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