“I’m not gonna last, baby,” I groan when I feel her wetness on my balls and her pussy start to tighten to the point of pain before sending me rolling into blinding pleasure. “Fuckin’ hell,” I moan, taking her hips and thrusting up as she starts to scream out my name, clamping down on me with her wet heat. I pull her hips down and flex my ass to feed her all of me while I start coming with a shout. I hold her firmly against me, not willing to lose any part of our connection, and lift off my back to take her mouth while she milks her release.
She falls against my chest and I grunt when the movement slides my cock a little deeper, closing my eyes when I feel another burst shoot deep inside of her. The tension from my release finally drains out of my muscles a minute later, but I keep my hold on her hips so I don’t lose her heat. We lie there in comfortable silence, the only sounds our ragged breathing as we both come down. Every few minutes my cock, still more hard than soft, twitches inside her, making her moan. Caroline shifts in my grip, bringing her hands to my chest as she pushes against me to lift up. As soon as there’s some space between our bodies, she looks from my face to my chest. She starts moving her hand in small degrees, staring at her ring, and I can only guess that the sun hitting her ring is the reason she’s doing so. I watch her beautiful face as she smiles, still looking at her hand.
Then her hand drops, but her smile grows.
“Oh my God,” she gasps, giggling a beat later, the ring forgotten as she points to where the horses are grazing, patiently waiting for us. “Dell . . . he’s all white, Clayton!” My fingers tighten when I feel her laughter in the walls of her pussy, still surrounding my cock. “You,” she snorts, unaware of what she’s doing to me. “How did I not see it before! You rode in on your white horse, knocked me on my butt, but saved me in the end. My knight in pressed flannel and Wranglers.”
“You’re a nut, darlin’.”
Her giggles multiply and I can’t help but join in. “I’m goin’ to make a whole section on hot, flannel-wearin’, white-knight cowboys when I get The Sequel back open. Just you wait.”
Her body rocks against mine as she continues to laugh softly, looking at our horses again with a tiny shake of her head. Unable to stand it anymore, I thrust my hips. Her giggle quickly turns into a whimper.
“I love you, Linney,” I tell her, giving her a few more thrusts.
Her soft brown eyes darken and her lips take on a smile that will forever be branded in my mind. The sun is still swirling around every inch of her as I look up from my spot on the ground. She’s never looked more beautiful than she does in this moment, joined with me as we start our forever.
“Never gonna stop lovin’ you, Caroline.”
Her breath hitches. “And I love you, Clayton. Always.”
22
CAROLINE
“Forever and Ever, Amen” by Randy Travis
“I don’t want to wait,” I tell him, helping him pack up the rest of our lunch. He stops folding the blanket we finally climbed off of to actually eat the lunch I was cleaning up, but seeing the material in his arms against his naked chest makes me want him all over.
“Wait for what, darlin’?”
I place the last empty storage container into the basket before looking back at him. The rush of him loving me is still surging through my body and mingling with the euphoric high I’ve had since he knelt in front of me, making me feel as if I could take on the world and win it. And right now, becoming his wife is just as grand in my mind as owning the world would be.
“To become your wife,” I answer confidently. No more, not with him, will the shy Caroline Michaels hold back because of her insecurities.
His shoulders move in silent laughter. “What makes you think I’d want to wait?”
“That’s usually what happens, honey. Man asks woman, woman spends every waking moment planning her dream wedding until months of stress and preparation form the most perfect day that you’ll ever experience.”
His lips twitch before he smiles his heart-stopping grin. His green eyes squint as his smile grows. “Darlin’, you planning on takin’ that long?”
I shake my head. “Well, no.”
“How long you need?”
I tilt my head, thinking about it, but don’t get far before he starts laughing deeply. He tosses the blanket on top of the picnic basket a second before his arms are around me. The light peppering of hair against his rock-hard chest tickles my palms and I regret getting dressed before we ate when my nipples harden. I love the feel of his chest hair against my skin as he takes me.