Best Friend's Ex Box Set

His hands wrapped around me and grabbed the meat of my ass, and the deeper I rolled, the more electricity ran through my system. His cock hit me in every single place I needed, and I grabbed onto any muscle I could find to keep myself steady in his lap. His lips were all over my neck, and my tongue was raking along his shoulders, neither of us being able to drink up enough of the other. His lips searched for mine, my fingernails began to rake down his arms, and soon my clit was throbbing with need.

As if he could read my mind, he slipped one of his hands in between us and parted my folds. I threw my head back and moaned out in anticipation, but nothing could have prepared me for the onslaught of heat ignited when his farm-raised callouses rubbed against my swollen bud.

“Colt. Oh, God. Please. Please don’t stop.”

I could hardly choke out the words before my body grew taut in his arms and my legs began to tremble. His fingers dug into my thighs, and my arms clamped down around his neck. All at once, my body popped, contracting and shaking in his lap as he thrust himself deeply into my body. I could feel the sweat dripping from our bodies, and I knew his fingertips would be imprinted upon my skin in the morning, but I didn’t care.

I’d found the church I wanted to worship at, and I let my sins wash over me.

His body stilled its assault on my hips, and his cock kept twitching inside of me. I sloppily thrust my lips upon his, swallowing his groans and cupping the back of his head like he did mine. I felt his body growing limp with his pleasure and exertion, and when he finally stilled, and our mingled essence was dripped from my body, I settled my face into the crook of his neck and sighed.

Neither of us said anything in the dim moonlight of his home. We heaved together, trying to catch our breath, and held one another, naked and vulnerable on his dark leather chair. All the stress and frustration of the past few days had melted away with the touch of his lips against my skin. But when he finally found the strength to slip from between my legs and cradle me within his long, strong arms, I knew I was in trouble.

So much for no men, Cheyenne.

Because, my God, this one felt perfect.

Chapter Twenty-Two

Colt

I needed to be up early because the Iron Stallion was re-opening today. After all the work that had to be done on the plumbing, I was finally able to get my restaurant going again. I could dodge some financial bullets, get the books back on track, and get some semblance of normalcy restored around here.

Well, as normal as we could get it.

I wanted to check on everything, just to make sure nothing was out of place. The last thing I needed was to open the restaurant for business then spring a leak elsewhere. It had been closed longer than I’d anticipated and much longer than I wanted. And with everything happening around here and suspicion flying in ways I couldn’t imagine, I didn’t put it past someone to sabotage the opening of the restaurant.

Especially since people knew we were helping out Cheyenne.

I grabbed myself some coffee from the kitchen and figured I could grab breakfast in town. While the Iron Stallion was growing in numbers because of its great reputation, there was a diner on the other side of the area that had a great breakfast. The reason I specialized in the food I did with the Iron Stallion is because that diner was good at doing everything else. I knew the only way I’d ever make any money with it was to make the menu drastically different.

I chugged my coffee before I looked out towards the barn. Part of me was always on the lookout for any sign of these pranksters, or even Bill himself. Raking my fingers through my hair, I poured one last cup of coffee and then decided to head on out.

When I got to my truck, I noticed that Cheyenne’s tire was flat.

“Damn it.” She was gonna be pissed, and I knew it. I strode back inside just as she was stumbling down the stairs in search of coffee before she tended to her horses. She looked exhausted and had every right to be, and I hated the fact that I was about to throw more on her plate. Especially since it might exacerbate her financial issues.

“Morning, Cheyenne.”

“Hi, Colt,” she said with a smile. It lit up something inside of me, and I instinctively reached out for her. I grabbed her arm and pulled her in for a hug, and when she sunk into me, memories from a few nights ago came flooding back. The way her hair tickled my skin and the way her nails raked across my back. Her lips had set my skin on fire while her legs wound tightly around me, and I had to physically steady my breathing to keep myself under control.

“Sleep well?” she said into my chest.

“Not too bad.”

“Something’s wrong,” she said. “What is it?”

She pulled back and looked up at me, and I knew she could see right through my facade. Panic rose in her face, her eyes suddenly lit up, and all at once she bombarded me with questions.

“Is it the horses? What’s happened with the barn? Was someone else here? Colt, talk to me.”

“No, no, whoa, slow down. The horses and the barns are all fine. You’ve got a flat tire, though.”

“Oh my God, you scared me. It’s no big—wait, completely flat or just low?”

“Completely flat,” I said.

“Hold on, let me get my robe or something.”