Jesus, her watching was hot. Where did my sweet, innocent Paxton go? I fucking loved this older version of her. I sped up, the sounds of our bodies slapping together driving me closer and closer to my release.
Paxton dropped back down, her head thrashing from side to side.
“More! Steed, deeper!” she cried out as she met me thrust for thrust.
A sheen of sweat covered our bodies. Dropping down, I pulled her closer as I moved in and out. Her little moans and noises were like music to my ears. I wanted her to come again. To release when I did.
“I love you so much, Paxton. Christ, I’ve missed this.”
Her eyes snapped open, and I was overcome with how blue they looked. I could see her love for me. No longer was there doubt or fear. No more pain and hurt. Only love.
“I…love…you,” she panted.
“I will never leave you. Never!” I said while pressing my mouth to hers. The kiss was almost as amazing as the fucking.
Dragging her mouth from mine, her eyes seemed to spark as she cried out, “I’m going to come.”
The feel of her pussy pulsing on my cock with her release was my undoing.
I pulled out and pushed back in fast and deep. A long deep grunt pulled from the deepest part of my throat as I called out, “Oh fuuck.”
Her arms and legs wrapped around me, clinging to me for her life. Both of us let out small moans while we came together.
Filling her with my cum made my heart beat harder and my chest squeeze.
It wasn’t until our bodies came to a stop that I realized what we had done. With my face buried in her neck, I was too fucking afraid to ruin the moment by pointing out we had just had sex without protection. No wonder if felt so fucking good.
Paxton’s fingers moved lazily over my back while my cock still twitched inside her.
“That was the most amazing moment of my life,” she softly said.
Drawing back, our eyes locked. “For me too.”
Her gaze searched my face before landing back on mine. She chewed on the corner of her lip then said, “We didn’t use protection.”
My heart sank. “I know. I was so caught up in everything, I didn’t think about it until right after. I’m sorry, Paxton.”
I tried to read her but couldn’t. She traced a finger over my stubble. “Neither one of us thought about it. But you should know…I’m not on the pill.”
Ten years ago I’d have freaked the fuck out. Now, a small part of me hoped like hell I’d just gotten her pregnant. Another part of me, the greedy selfish bastard, hoped I hadn’t so I could have her to myself for a bit longer.
“What happens happens. It changes nothing for me. I love you, and I want you to be a part of my life, Paxton. Forever.”
Her eyes threatened to spill over with tears, but she was able to hold them back.
“Is it wrong a part of me wants it, but the other part doesn’t?”
I grinned. “No, because I just thought the same damn thing.”
She chuckled. Leaning down, I kissed her softly. Slowly. I could feel my dick coming back up, and I started to move again. Paxton moaned softly into my mouth.
“Do you want me to stop?” I asked. One time going without protection was one thing. Twice was just playing with fire.
“Could you pull out? I want you again.”
Before I had a chance to answer, the door to the cabin opened and we both froze.
“Who is that?” Paxton mouthed.
With wide, surprised eyes, I mouthed back, “I have no clue.”
I could hear movement. Whoever it was walked in, set something on the table, and made their way over to the sink.
Slowly pulling out of her, I felt my cum. Paxton must have felt it also because she sat up and peered down. I frantically looked around for something to clean her with. The red bandana caught my eye. It had something written on it, but I didn’t pay attention when I grabbed it. I wiped off Paxton then cleaned myself off and threw it on the floor.
We quietly slipped off the bed and got dressed. It took everything out of me not to start laughing. It might have been one of the ranch hands coming to check things out if they saw the horses.
Then the person started humming.
Paxton stopped moving and covered her mouth. An expression of pure horror moved over her face.
Amelia!
“Meli?” I mouthed.
Nodding her head, Paxton dropped her hands and pulled on her boots.
“Okay. Words…come to me!” Amelia said. I could faintly hear the sounds of her fingernails tapping against her keyboard.
Now it made sense. The flowers sitting on the table were Amelia’s favorite. She had told me she had a hiding place for writing when she was struggling with a story. She must have meant the cabin.
“What do we do?” Paxton mouthed as she pulled the comforter off the bed and picked up the bandana and wrapped it all in a ball. I loved that she was trying to clean up.