Linebacker’s Second Chance(87)
“I can do whatever I want, sweetheart. And I can lay claim to this body again, can’t I? You want me to, don’t you?” I bring the tip of my index finger to her stiff, swollen clit and tap it gently. She spreads her legs in response and rolls over, spreading her legs and opening for me again.
“Goddammit, Rowan. Make me come. Or I’ll do it myself.” Cadence moves her hands over her tits, eyes wide open now, but I catch her by the wrist before she can move her hand lower to pleasure herself.
“I’ll make you come, alright. But I get to say when.” I roll her back onto her side and slip two fingers into her pussy from behind, kneading the sweet slickness of her entrance until I can bear it no longer. I slide a condom onto my length and push into her all at once, relishing the gasp she lets out when I’m all the way inside.
“Oh God, Rowan, Rowan, Rowan…” She starts mumbling again like she was last night, repeating my name and sighing as I thrust hard inside of her. I fill her completely, over and over again, and she shakes against me, her pussy swollen and hot with the need that runs through her. Bringing my hand around to her mound, I find her clit again and flick my fingers over it until she’s shaking and crying out that she’s coming and coming hard. She begins to writhe, her body twisting and shaking. Her pussy nearly milks me dry, but I hold off on my own pleasure, desperate for her to complete her own release before I meet mine. As the shuddering in her body begins to subside, I thrust hard into her, pounding her from behind until the tension inside of me builds and builds and I meet my own climax, complete and final.
I kiss her neck tenderly and pull away, moving quickly to get rid of the condom and pull on my boxers. She watches me all the while, her eyes hooded and fluttery.
“Why can’t we just stay in bed?” Despite her words, she gets to her feet slowly. There’s still sleep in her deep brown eyes, and she yawns dramatically.
“Darlin, there’s nothing better than what we just did, but hell, woman. Thera re better things in life than sleeping in. And riding in the first snow is one of them.”
She gives me a look that could melt ice or maybe desiccate a fully grown tree, but I just grin. I’m the one her that knows what she’s in for. And it almost makes me want to topple back into bed with her—that look that shows her fire, her natural inclination to push against what someone else wants, just for the sake of argument.
Another man might be treated by a woman with a soul like that. But I’m to just any man, and I’m trying to get her to figure that out.
Even with that withering look on her faced, the corner of her dark pink lips start to turn up in a smile. And no wonder—I’m standing here, grinning like a fool, watching her as she saunters around the room and lazily puts on her panties and bra.
“A sight you are, city princess.”
“City princess, huh?” She can’t hide her smile now, and the tiny gap between her bottom teeth is just barely visible. “That’s a new one.”
“You’ve graduated to princess after last night, darling. And this morning.” I stride over to her and grab her ass, then take her into my arms all at once.
“Then why can’t we go later? If you’re so pleased with me?”
I plant a kiss n her lips in response, and she melts into me for a small space in time, even tough I can almost feel that annoyance and contrariness radiating off of her.
“Because Eliza needs her walk. And the snow will be getting thick on the ground damn soon. I won’t make you ride, city princess, but the horses need to be walked at the very least.”
She huffs, but the expression on her face shows that she’ll accept. “Fine, I just need coffee and—”
“Taken care of.” I squeeze her ass so hard she almost jumps right there in my arms, then walk down the hall to my room and throw on the jeans and shirt I used for riding. That woman is many things—but speedy she is not. I hop down stairs, knowing that I’ll find an empty kitchen in front of me. Eliza trails behind, smiling that pit bull smile. She smells the jeans I’m wearing, and she’s wiggling something fierce thinking about going out there in the snow this morning.
By the time the smell of coffee is pouring through the kitchen, I hear Cadence on the stairs, and I swear my cock stirs as she waltzes into the kitchen, looking good enough to eat. She’s got on one of her pairs of paint-stained jeans and one of the Dartmouth sweatshirts I left in her room over a week ago. It’s not formalwear, but hell, I swear she looks just as good as she did last night.