Best Friend's Ex Box Set

“But…if I’m careful with the funds from the auction, I could get by with my routine for the next two years before I had to worry. That would give me enough time to come up with other grants and streams of revenue to keep this place going, and there’s nothing stopping me from implementing my own little program for the kids around here.”

“Really?” I asked.

“Yeah. Between the donations of things people had to offer, the donations you collected, and the proceeds from the silent auction, my barn is completely restocked. The money we garnered is just going to basic maintenance right now. If I wanted, I could take a bit of that money to advertise a summer program of my own. Not only would I be helping a community I love, but I’ll be surrounded by those that love me back.”

My eyes searched hers while my heart fluttered in my chest. She was actually considering staying, and all I needed her to do was say the words. I took her hands within mine and brought them to my lips. I was shaking with anticipation over what she would say, and her eyes sparkled with her smile as her cheeks slowly curved upwards.

“You mean the world to me, Colt. It wouldn’t be easy leaving you behind,” she said.

“Please just say it,” I said.

“I’m turning down the job offer. I actually placed the call late last night after the dinner.”

I threw my arms around her and picked her up off her feet. We swung around the kitchen while the world settled itself into its

dance of white, and it began to snow again as I held her close to me. She was staying. She was staying with her sanctuary and staying in town and staying with the people she knew loved her more than anything in the world. She was staying with me.

“I love you, Cheyenne,” I murmured into her ear.

“I love you too.”

She wrapped her legs around my body, and I stood in the middle of my kitchen and held her. The relief and love that cascaded down my limbs filled my body with a strength and security it hadn’t felt since I saw that man approach her at the auction, and my lips pressed small kisses onto every inch of her skin that I could reach. Her grip around my neck grew tighter, and her hips began to roll into me, and I knew exactly where I was taking her the moment I walked us out of the kitchen.

“I’m so happy you’re staying,” I said as I made my way up the stairs.

“How about showing me?”

Chapter Thirty-Nine

Cheyenne

He carried me up to his room, and I could feel his smile against my skin. All at once, my life felt as if it had jolted into place, and all that was left was for me to simply accept and embrace it. The winter wonderland had blanketed me into a home I had come to consider my own, and the man whose body I clung to woke me up every single morning with his body pressed solidly to mine. Memories of my past faded with every passing day I spent in this miraculous town, and I knew I had made the right decision.

Yes, the job would have provided me with financial security and taken much off my shoulders, but I would be starting all over. I’d have to earn the trust of an entire town again, and I didn’t know if I could. I would’ve been leaving behind the close friendships I’d cultivated during a scenario that was never again going to happen in my lifetime. An entire community had rallied behind me in a time when I didn’t know how I was going to push forward, and it was their love and support that had convinced me to reconsider and to see them through objectively.

But it was the love I had for the man undressing my body that convinced me to turn down the job. In a flurry of clothes and kisses, what stood before me was a man clad only in his skin. His sun-kissed muscles stood in stark contrast to the great white world that had descended upon us over Christmas, and as I drank him in with my eyes, I suddenly began to shiver.

My body needed him close. Like a bird drawn to the heavens, I wasn’t rooted without him. My nipples stood at their peaks, and my legs trembled underneath his gaze, but my body cried out for his merciful touch while we stood and looked at one another. The man I had fallen in love with worked hard every single day to bring a smile to my face, and my body and soul would forever be his, so long as his heart continued to pump that selfless energy through his veins.

His hand raised to cup my cheek, and I pressed my palms into his chest. His skin was warm to the touch and jumped underneath my softness. When his lips encompassed mine, my knees buckled underneath me. His tongue slipped through my depths just as his arms caught my falling body, pulling me deep into his world with every caress of his tongue against the roof of my mouth. My swirling mind ceased to operate, and the tune my body hummed grew into a crying chorus, searching for the chords only his body could sing in order to complete the special melody.

He laid my limp body down onto the bed and sunk between my legs, his merciless dick throbbing against the corners of my thighs while his lips slowly migrated down my neck.

“Oh, Colt,” I whispered. His name slipped easily off my lips, showering my skin below with promises of years to come. His hands slid along my skin, cupping my breasts and tweaking my nipples. He set my skin aflame with promises of pleasure while his lips wrapped around my puckered breasts. The way my body rolled into his gave away my entire state of mind, and when his fingertips parted the folds of my pussy, I sighed in glorious relief.

Never again would I have to part from the touch he afforded me, and never again would I have to question how much he cared. The way the tips of his fingers swirled around my clit boasted of the care and compassion he exuded for me, and the way his tongue teased my nipple to its hardest bragged of the wanton lust that flowed between us. Even at his dirtiest, he was beautiful to me, and when I rolled into his hand, he continued his kisses down my stomach.

“So beautiful,” he said.

I ran my hands through his hair while my pussy began to soak his hand. The fingers that were teasing my body slowly pushed through my tight entrance, and when his tongue landed in the very spot I desperately needed him to be, it shook the very foundation I was laying on.

I would spread myself over an altar for all the world to see if it meant feeling this way in his arms.

“Oh, Colt,” I groaned. His tongue flattened out against my clit before he raked it side to side. He crooked his fingers against the walls of my body, feeling around for that perfect angle, and when I gushed all over his hand, I felt his smile against my skin. He sucked my swollen bud between his lips and pressed his face deep into my core, and my legs wrapped around his head and locked him in for the ride.

I bucked and I writhed while his tongue danced along my clit, and the more he pressed into me, the warmer my body became. His tongue was a match swiping over my slit, and when his tongue burst into flames, I felt my pelvis begin to burn. He had learned every single spot I enjoyed. The ones that made me soaked and the ones that made me beg for mercy. I gripped his hair and pulled him close, and when my pussy began to clamp around his fingers, he gave me one last lick.

His name caught in the knot of pleasure choking my throat. My back arched into him, and my legs shook around his cheeks. Never in my life had I experienced such mind-numbing pleasure than when at the mercy of Colt’s body, and as he rode through my orgasm, I felt a light sheen of sweat begin to cover my body.