Page 85 of Wildflowers & Whiskey

Giving myself a moment to hype myself up, I place the hat he gave me on my head. The one I have to wear tomorrow. I look at myself in the mirror one more time. The brim of his Stetson tipped just slightly forward on my head.

Right then.

I open the door and step out.

Wade is sitting on the edge of the bed, forearms resting on his knees, and he looks up when I appear in the doorway. His jaw actually drops, which makes me giggle. I didn’t expect such a reaction. But I have the undivided attention of a man I believe has temporarily forgotten the English language.

I slowly walk toward him, making each step as graceful as my clumsy arse can make it look. He starts to stand just as I am close, but I don’t allow him to. With one hand flat against his chest, I push him back down onto the bed.

“I believe I promised you something,” I say, tilting the brim of his hat up so he can see my eyes properly, “the day you gave me this hat.”

His hands find my hips. His eyes don't move from mine.

“I'm taking the reins tonight, cowboy.” I hold his gaze. “Sit your ass down, shut up, and let me enjoy the ride.”

He doesn’t say anything, just watches me with close precision as I step between his knees, kissing him before he gets the chance to answer back. The kiss is slow at first, starting at his lips then drifting to his jaw, to the rough line of his beard and down his neck. A low sound leaves him, and it shoots straight through me, heat pooling at my core.

His head falls back slightly, dark hair brushing his shoulders, the waves getting lost in the neckline of his shirt. I slide my fingers through the soft hair, pushing it away from his back before grabbing the fabric of his top and pulling it over his head.

My breath catches. I’ve not gotten used to seeing him like this despite the many times we’ve done this by now. But bless the cowboy gods, because Wade Carter is like a man been picked out of one of my smutty cowboy books, placed right infront of me for my pleasure.

I use the palm of my hand to push him back, guiding him down until he gives in fully, shoulders hitting the mattress, eyes never leaving mine. There is something dangerously intoxicating about seeing him like this. A man who usually takes care of everything letting me take over for once.

I trail my fingertip slowly down his torso, feeling every bump of his abs. I don’t rush this, not when I can tell how restless he already is.

I reach his belt and start working it loose, taking enough time to make him squirm. The buttons follow, and I push his jeans and boxers down together. Somewhere in the middle of it, his boots hit the floor one after another, desperation getting the better of him, and I can’t stop the smile tugging at my mouth.

“Look at you,” I murmur. “Impatient already.”

I climb on top of him in seconds, needing the space between us gone. He is completely bare beneath me, the heat between us making me ache for him. My pussy is pressed along his cock as I move against him slowly, wanting him to feel just how worked up this has already made me.

“Fuck, Maeve… Is that crotchless?” His voice comes out breathless, and it only sharpens the heat curling low in my stomach.

I nod, still moving against him, refusing to let him take control back. His hands come to my hips, firm, trying to position himself up against my entrance, fighting for control again. But I don’t let him take it.

“Nu-uh, cowboy. I’m in control today. Before I ride your cock, I’m gonna sit on your face and ride it until you make me cum. You think you can do that for me?”

He obeys without another word, hooking his arms under my thighs and lifting me with a certainty that sends a rush through my body. His hands still hooked, grabbing my hips as he pulls me down onto his face.

He makes quick work with his tongue, trailing it from my entrance to my clit, which sends a shiver through my body. I watch him closely between my legs as he flicks his tongue over my clit in the most heavenly rhythm.

“Fuckkk…” I moan; it feels fucking glorious.

He looks up at me like he already knows exactly what he’s doing to me. Green eyes locked on mine, calm as anything. I catch his hair in my hand, the other searching for balance behind me as my body arches.

I realise, from here, I’ve got more control than I expected. The thought alone makes my confidence spike again, and I move slowly, deliberately, testing the rhythm between us.

Wade moans against me, driving his tongue deep in me and causing my head to fall back. I continue to roll against his face, circling my hips fast, pressing down harder. His grip on my hips turns firmer, possessive in a way that makes me absolutely crazy. His tongue slides out of me, running along my pussy back to my throbbing clit.

He gently bites it, making my body shake in pure ecstasy.

“Fuck, don’t stop.” I gasp, closing my eyes as I begin to feel the climax creeping in. My grip tightens in his hair as the tension builds too fast to hold back, my breath coming in uneven pulls I can’t control. Wade curls his tongue inside me once more, hitting the right spot. My legs begin to tremble beneath me, my breath coming out uneven as every muscle in my body locks tight. And like he can sense I’m close, he circles back to my very sensitive clit, changing the rhythm to something faster but still controlled.

Makes one of us, because I frantically grind myself against him, desperate for release. “Wade—I am gonna—”

With one last flick of his tongue, I come completely undone. It shatters me into a billion pieces as it keeps rolling through me. I’m so fucking wet. Wetter than normal. God.

I’m still catching my breath when it hits me how intense that was. Nothing has ever felt like that before—not even close.