Bitter Love (Boys of Silver Ridge 3)

Josie cries out as her body writhes against me in pleasure. Her pussy tightens around my fingers as she comes. My cock is begging to be inside of her, to feel her inner walls contract as I give her another orgasm. Lips parting, her head goes to the side as she rapidly sucks in air.

“All right,” she pants, reaching for me and weakly pulling me up in bed with her. “We can go get the horses now.”

“Hah,” I say with a guttural growl. “I am nowhere near finished with you yet.” I sit up, looking at Josie laying naked before me. She’s beautiful, and I feel so much more than lust as I stare down at her.

“What are you going to do?” She bites her lip and hooks her legs around my waist, trying to pull me to her. Fuck, this woman is something else. I lower myself onto her, feeling her breasts crush against my chest. We kiss, and I tangle my fingers in her hair, pulling her head to the side so I can kiss her neck.

Then I sit back, picking Josie up and flipping her over, moving her onto all fours. Gripping her waist, I enter from behind, pushing my cock in deep and slow. Fuck, she feels so good.

Tight.

Hot.

And like it’s just fucking meant to be.

She takes hold of the headboard as I fuck her, and I reach around, gently stroking her clit. She’s already wound up, already sensitive. It won’t take much to make her come again, but I also know the overestimation can get uncomfortable.

I read her body as I push my cock in and out, circling my fingers around her when I can tell she’s close to coming again. Her breath hitches and she pitches forward, going down on her elbows as she comes, pussy tightening around my cock. It’s all I need to push me over, and I move my hands back, holding onto her waist as I bury my cock deep in her, holding it there as I come.

I slowly pull out, and Josie hurries into the bathroom, returning a minute later. She falls into bed next to me, and I pull her close. My heart is still beating fast, and I’m still riding on the high of how good it felt to make love to Josie. She traces the tattoos on my chest with her finger. It’s soothing, lulling me back to sleep. I could happily stay like this, fucking, falling asleep, and waking up to make love to Josie over and over again. Though I’m hungry, and she probably is too. We definitely worked up an appetite last night, and then again this morning.

“What’s our time limit for picking up the horses? I didn’t think to ask since I assumed I’d leave bright and early.” She lets her fingers fall as she lays back down, head on my chest. My arms are around her, and I’m lazily dragging my hand up and down the curve of her hip.

“Any time before nine, or we’ll get charged for another day’s use of the stall.”

“That’s stupid,” she says, and I smile.

“Yeah, it is. They’re all about making money there.”

“I suppose we should get up and get going,” she says, but neither of us makes any attempt to move. My eyes fall shut and Josie lazily walks her fingers up and down my chest again.

“When Everly did the job shadow at the clinic,” I start, fingers moving up the curve of Josie’s hip and down her thigh. “She said it’s always just been the two of you. Her father…he was never in the picture?”

“Nope. He promised me the world when I was pregnant, and being sixteen, I believed him. But Ev wasn’t even two weeks old before he left, saying it was too much for him and he wanted to go to college and focus on his future.”

“What a piece of shit.”

“Right? He showed back up six years later saying he wanted to try to be a family but it was the same old story as before. We didn’t see him for years after that and the next time he showed up was on Everly’s birthday. He was drunk and didn’t even know it was her birthday. Thankfully, my sister was able to get all the paperwork filed for me, taking away all his parental rights.”

“He definitely missed out on a great kid.” I flatten my hand against her thigh.

“She is a great kid, isn’t she?” Josie lifts her head and smiles softly. “We’re better off without him. You know, I debated swearing off men altogether since my last relationship ended with a restraining order, but here we are.”

“Yeah…here we are.” I slowly run my hand down her thigh, my body reacting to her heat against me.

“What about you?”

“What about me?” I ask.

“Oh, right. I kinda asked half that question in my head. Are you haunted by any ghosts from the past?”