Chasing The Wild (Crimson Ridge Book 1)

“So… I was something good, then?” My fingers thread into Colt’s wet hair. I’m practically grinding all over his abs, horny as hell and wanting my cowboy about a thousand times more than I ever thought possible.

Even though we only have a matter of days left.

Hours that are rapidly counting down.

Which is why every minute we have left together feels heightened in importance, like we need to be connected somehow. If I only have a handful of opportunities left to soak up everything this man can give, I’m going to greedily steal that gift with grabby hands.

“Good isn’t even the word, angel. I’ll have to come back to you when I find one adequate enough.”

“Well, in that case, take me inside, cowboy.” I tug his hair so that we’re eye to eye. Steam rises and coats our damp skin, swirling around us, building and weaving with the heat from the pool we’re soaking in. “Unless you’ve got plans to show me what you’d like to do out here? More games under the stars?” Wetting my lips, his proximity and solid form leave my heart thudding rapidly.

God, I’m going to miss having this man pressed up against me, naked. There are a lot of things I’m going to miss, and I’m not prepared to face that eventuality yet, so for now, I’ll pretend and ignore and forget while being wrapped up in this man for another stolen moment beneath this darkened wintery sky.

Colt presses his mouth to mine, sliding our tongues together in a hypnotic connection. The kind that makes my skin feel like it’s buzzing and coming alive all at once. His hands are hungry as they knead my flesh and press me against his hard length jutting between us.

As I moan and writhe and sink deeper into his mouth, I feel him play with my ass in the way that we both know will have me panting for him almost immediately. His strong fingers hold me open, and he strokes below the water with firm presses and teasing touches. The way he caresses me in that spot feels different, but safe with him.

Before long, I’m pushing against his fingers and moaning into his mouth as he strokes around the nerve endings. Colt swipes beneath me, gathering up the slippery arousal waiting there, then drags his hand back up to rub circles, applying a subtle pressure. It’s just enough to breach my tight hole with his fingertip.

I see stars.

Humming against my lips, his voice is gritty and sinfully attractive. It’s the kind of rumbly, commanding sound I’m going to be hearing in my ear forever more when I have to make do with recreating private fantasies about this man while all alone.

“You want my cock? You want me to fill this perfect ass with cum, too?”

Well, fuck. Yes. Yes, I want that. I want it with him, and it feels so right for it to be here and tonight, because there’s no guarantee of anything beyond this additional slice of time we’ve stolen away up here.

“Please, Colt.” Lapping at his mouth and being more demanding with my kisses, I try to convey exactly how ready I am for this. “I want it all.”

“Ffffuck.” He drops his forehead and groans against my neck. The sound reverberates along my pulse point, and I’m aching everywhere for this man.

“Then I’ve gotta get you ready to take me, angel. You’re such a good girl…. always so fucking eager for me.”

Am I ever. I’ll happily be whatever this man needs.

We’re moving, as he carries me through the water, then helps me out. Colt doesn’t even bother with putting anything on, just wraps a towel around my shoulders and scoops up all our clothes plus the lantern. We quickly shove into our boots, his big palm firmly swallows mine, and he leads us the short distance back inside. My gruff cowboy slips my hand so neatly inside his hold, so secure, so warm, it makes my entire chest squeeze.

With every step closer to the cabin, my blood heats and races, and I don’t even feel the cold air on this crisp, star-filled night. All I can focus on is the point where my fingers are threaded with those of the man beside me, and how much I’m hopelessly and ferociously in love with him.

He might as well have my heart tucked in his other hand, pressed against his chest with my sweater and leggings that I shed earlier, because it belongs to him. Answers to him. Has his goddamn name branded upon it forevermore.

We’ve hardly made it through the rear of the cabin, when Colt slams the wooden door, sets the lantern down with a thud, and pins me against the wall. It doesn’t matter that I’m still partially wet from the hot spring, he drops our bundle of discarded clothes and rips the towel off me in a fluid motion.

I have to bite back a whimper. My heartbeat pounds between my thighs and the wild look written all over his face is enthralling.

He is simply captivating.

This ranch. The wilderness. How rugged and isolated everything is out here steals my awareness, and this man echoes all of that and more.

Colt drops to his knees in front of me, and this is exactly like our first moment in the barn all over again. Except, so much has passed between us. He’s always known how to command my body, but now it’s as easy as dragging his teeth over my quivering thighs. His beard scrapes across my skin, and he hitches one leg over his shoulder, exposing me fully to him.

“Look at you. Wearing my hat with the prettiest cunt, dripping wet for me.” Colt fixes me with a hooded stare, and without wasting any time, his tongue presses into me. While this man holds my gaze, he licks over every ruffle and inch of softness, teases me, and has my entire body trembling in no time.

Clinging to his damp hair and digging my fingernails into his scalp, I’m just a string of desperate noises and begging sounds that tumble past my lips into the silent cabin.

As I’m beginning to climb and build towards the edge, Colt draws back, looking at me from just above my pussy with pure hunger all over his face. He licks his lips with a deep groan, and fuck, it’s the sexiest thing to see how much this man takes his own pleasure from my body, because I can see he’s wrapped a fist around his cock and is stroking up and down. A glistening sweep of pre-cum leaks from his swollen tip, and my core clenches, wanting him to hoist me against this wall and bury himself inside me.

“Turn around.” He stays where he is, but gives me the kind of firm order to make my clit develop a heartbeat of its own. My knees are weak as he sets my leg back down and guides my hips. Slowly spinning me in place, holding me exactly where he wants me.

This man has already had his tongue in my ass before, but right here, right now, I feel a thousand times more wound up. Tonight, I know we’re tumbling towards something new, and I’m both insanely horny for this man, while also unbelievably nervous about his massive fucking cock fitting inside that part of me.

As if he knows my brain needs to be switched off, Colt spreads me and nips at my ass cheek with his teeth as he does so. The sharp pinch makes me jump, and my palms hit the exposed planking on the wall. Rough wood grates against my fingertips, as his beard does the same to my hypersensitive flesh from behind.

Oh, god. When he closes his mouth over my seam and starts working and massaging my hole, everything blanks. Colt is a man possessed, rimming me and pressing forward with wet, heated glides of his tongue. Pretty quickly, my back arches for him, opening more, relaxing, and giving over every ounce of control.

I’m fairly certain there are animalistic noises coming out of me as he makes it feel so fucking good. His fingers slide a devious path beneath me, finding my clit and teasing that sensitive bud until I’m shaking.

Just as I’m moaning—coiled tight, and ready for release—he draws back again. Leaving me hanging with the wave about to crash right on top of me, and I whimper all too vocally. Shit. I’m quaking with need. There’s a sheen of sweat coating every inch of skin as my veins race with fire instead of blood.

Did I just beg him to fuck my ass, out loud? I might have.

Colt runs his big palms up and down my thighs, dropping kisses over my soft flesh, and stretch marks, and parts of me that no one has ever worshiped so attentively before.

Being with this man makes me feel like the queen he said I was that day when he set me on the kitchen counter and fed me leftover macaroni.

My bare skin is quickly covered by the weight of his chest pressed along my spine. Plucking his hat—my gift of his hat, and whatever the act of saying he’s given that to me means—off my head, he tosses it somewhere. His lips brush over my neck in a hot trail, sending goosebumps peppering tracks down my arms. Bringing his palms around the curve of my stomach, his touch roams over me, sliding across my skin until he finds my aching, full breasts and cups them. Pinching and tugging on my nipples, while his mouth works that spot just below my ear that has me melting.

“Colt.” I whimper as he tortures my nipples. I’m so close to coming apart, and his expert handling of my body undoes me entirely.

“I know. You’re doing so well for me, angel,” he murmurs against my ear. “We’ll go as slow as you need to. Just talk to me, ok?”

“What if I don’t want to go slow?” My voice is throaty and whiney, and I’m so fucking ready to come it’s not even funny. All he needs to do is find my clit again and I’ll shatter, I’m certain of it.

The noise that comes out of him is stern. Right now, he’s in Daddy mode, and there are no complaints from me, except that he’s edging me, and I’m equally obsessed and petulant at the denial of my orgasm so far.

“On your knees in front of the fire.” He swats my ass, and that gets me moving. I don’t ask questions, floating across the cabin, high on the tingling sensation bubbling through my bloodstream.

Sinking to my knees in the pile of cushions and blankets, Colt appears in front of me, a familiar-looking tube in one hand.

“Well, aren’t you just prepared for all eventualities, cowboy.” Lube wasn’t exactly the first thing I thought of when packing for an overnight trip. Obviously, Colt has been having even dirtier fantasies about us than I thought, and internally I’m swooning and kicking my heels.

Having this rugged man hopeful that we might have been fucking all night long up here is a heady sensation. I might be on my knees right now, but it feels powerful to know that he enjoys being with me so much that he’d put a little thought and pre-planning into this. He organized everything from our meals to our bedding.

He’s so fucking capable.

I’m so fucking in love with him.

Does he see the way I stare up at him with hearts forming in my eyes every damn time?

And, of course, this man kicks it up a notch when he turns on that filthy mouth he keeps hidden away.

“I’ve got the hottest thing I’ve ever seen naked and wet and spread out for me. Do you really think I’d let an opportunity like that go to waste, when I know you’ve been secretly wishing and hoping for me to fuck your ass for weeks now?”

Flush heats my cheeks. I should be embarrassed with how eager I always seem to be for this man, but he’s right. I do want this with him. There’s no shame in that, and he’s not making me feel self-conscious in any way, either.

“Touch yourself, baby.” He pops the cap open, squeezing some of the gel into his palm, before fisting his cock. The weight of his gaze rakes every inch of my body, my nipples furling tighter and stomach caving on reflex. “Use one hand to part your pussy lips and use the other to rub that needy clit. Show me how you play with that pretty little cunt when you’re thinking about me.” As he stands there, huge and veined, making my mouth water for a taste of him, he strokes over himself.

“Oh my god.” I’m pulsing with desire as my shaky hands do as he says. Spreading myself open with one hand so he can see what I’m doing in the flickering firelight, while using the other to rub through my wetness. My eyes flutter closed as everything brightens and builds almost immediately.

The slick sounds of Colt gliding his fist up and down his length captivate me. Working himself while he watches me kneel at his feet, touching myself for him, creates a filthy backdrop, a moment so hot I can hardly breathe.

“Fffuuuck. Look at you.” He reaches out and makes contact with my breast. Pinching one nipple, then dragging a finger up my sternum until his palm sits over my throat. A delicious shudder rolls through me as the weight of his hold settles in the spot that feels like it was designed just for him.

My mouth hangs open. Panting with pleasure, both at the way he collars me like that, and the frantic circles I’m making over my clit.

“You want to come, angel?”

“God, yes. Please.”

His palm squeezes a little, sending my body tightening with need. “Not until my cock is inside you.”

I just want to blurt it all here and now. It hangs on the tip of my tongue, to confess how I feel, to free myself of the self-imposed rule I’ve stamped in red ink all over my life that says I cannot tell this man I love him. My ex’s father. Colton Wilder. The cowboy who has my heart, and who gets to keep it once I leave this place, even if he never knows that it will stay here with him.

This whole situation is going to be painful enough to say goodbye when I leave, as it is. Telling him those words is only going to make it unfairly and devastatingly harder. So I push them down, and my throat works beneath his palm, and I feel every second Colt feasts on that movement below his hand.

He falls on me, a man who is done savoring and watching. Tangled on a bed of cushions and blankets, this moment with him feels so perfect. So right. Glowing orange warmth streaks across our damp skin as the fire coats our nakedness and Colt slides inside me. Working his cock deep in my pussy while our mouths fuse together. Moans and nips and licks roll between us as the rocking of his hips against mine leads to the most divine sensation of being so fucking full.

Part of me still cannot comprehend how he’s going to fit… even though I want all of him… but he’s so overwhelming, even like this.

“You’re such a good girl for me. I can feel how close you are.” Colt’s smooth voice draws me back into my body. Bracing one hand beside my head, he hooks one of my legs over his shoulder with all the confidence of a man who enjoys taking complete control of my pleasure. He brings the other lubed-up hand around to my ass and starts to work over my hole. My back arches with the increased flood of sensation and stimulation and oh my god…

“Oh, fuck. That’s—” My words disappear into a moan as his thumb slips inside, easing past the ring of muscle, gently applying more pressure.

I’m a panting mess. His giant cock is buried deep inside me, and Colt dips in and out of my ass with a rhythm that leaves me in no uncertainty that my soul is going to vacate my body when my orgasm crashes through me.

“Play with your clit, angel. You look so fucking pretty taking my cock. Just like that.” Once again, he’s talking me through my climax as I follow his velvety words, and my fingers find that aching bud. A few circles are all it takes before that familiar tingling rockets up from my toes.

“That’s it. Let go for me. Squeeze me tight.” Colt thrusts deeper, and he presses further into my ass, preparing my body, as I’m whimpering and crying out with unrestrained pleasure. Everything feels much more intense, perfectly heightened with being filled like this.

“Mmmfuck. Baby. Look at you, made to take me like a goddamn dream.”

After how expertly he’s prepped me and edged me, I’m languid, entirely relaxed, floating somewhere up amongst those pine trees and stars in the winter’s sky outside. Colt pulls out of me with a hiss, then drops hot kisses and swirls his tongue all over my nipples.

“Ahhh, god, right there.” I’m chasing his hot mouth, loving the attention he’s giving my sensitive peaks. It feels like he’s dragging my orgasm out, extending it somehow. In the next moment I feel him sliding more cool gel over my seam, while his mouth sends me flying on waves of sheer bliss.

He doesn’t push things too quickly, continuing to work me—first with one finger, then two. The whole time his wicked tongue caresses my breasts, then travels down my body to suck on my clit, before moving back up again. Colt drives a maddening, continual wave of pleasure through me with each suck and nip and torture of my pussy and my tits, while his fingers slowly scissor, letting my body adjust for what is to come.

I want to keep him. I want to lock myself away here with this rugged man and never see another soul as long as I live.

“Be a good girl and keep teasing that pretty cunt for me. We’re going to go as slow as you need, angel,” he says against my overheated skin, pushing my knees toward my chest, and I don’t know if I can form coherent words but I’m pretty sure I start pleading again because he chuckles darkly and runs his tongue over my nipple.

Then the crown of him is there. He feels huge and demanding, and it’s only the fact that he commanded me to keep rubbing my clit, that my body dissolves and the resistance gives way, and I feel the tip of him slip inside. There’s a momentary sting at first, but it melts quickly as he holds still and allows my body to get used to the foreign sensation.

“Jesus. Fuck.” Colt’s head drops forward, and his shoulder muscles strain. “You’re the tightest fucking thing, baby.”

My fingers fly over my clit as he lets me adjust to the tip of him. “Oh god. Oh, god.”

“Breathe for me. Good girl.” He coaxes slowly, being so gentle and gritting his teeth as we both feel the moment he starts to shift forward. Slowly working deeper. Holy fuck.

“It’s—god—so full.” My face scrunches. I’m trying my best not to tense up.

“Deep breaths. That’s it.”

I follow his words, taking deep inhales to allow my body to keep melting for him.

Sparks fly through my blood and I’m whining, whimpering, incapable of focusing on anything but the sting and small amount of momentary burn as there’s a further stretch there, before everything morphs into pleasure.

“You’re doing so well.” Colt’s voice is gravelly like he’s barely holding on. “Fuck. Fuck, you’re so goddamn perfect.” His praise keeps rolling over me, and before long, he’s starting to shift his hips more and more. Every movement he makes is so measured and gentle, and it’s the most insanely pleasurable fucking thing being with him.

“Colt.” I gasp as we eventually both feel him slide forward and seat himself fully.

“You ok, baby?” He rasps out and I nod, my eyes have long squeezed shut with the overwhelming fullness and strange sensations currently gripping my body.

“Layla, give me those pretty eyes. I need to see you, angel.”

My lashes flutter, bringing everything into soft focus, and Colt is right there. Filling my vision, his irises are deep pools I readily dive into, allowing myself to be hit by the surging wave of emotion of it all. He’s so powerful and commanding, and my heart feels like it leaps out of my chest right into his hands as he draws out, then slowly slides forward again. We both groan in unison, and there are no more words. Just the tremors of desire and heated pleasure as I drown in his hazel gaze, flecks of gold and shadow cross his face, and my mouth hangs open.

My cowboy has me trapped, tied up in his all-consuming form. With each gentle roll of his hips, each bunch and flex of his muscles, we’re panting, entirely lost to the way our bodies find their pleasure together. It’s so tender, he’s so careful with me, treasuring me through every measured thrust, every second of being with him like this.

“Fuck. Baby. I can’t hold out anymore.” Colt grunts. “You’re gripping me so tight. It’s too good.” I feel the moment his cock swells and the rhythmic pumping of his hips starts to falter.

“Please. Please.” I’m already right fucking there, rubbing over my aching clit, and my eyes must tell him that entire story. He groans from somewhere deep inside his chest, a rich sound that flows right through into me, and that’s my final push over the precipice.

I’m picked up and tossed around on a long, rolling wave. Fuck, if it was intense when he filled my ass with his thumb, now a whole new level of bliss has been unlocked. My climax leaves me quivering and shaking beneath his muscled form, as Colt drives into me over and over. Still taking perfect care of me, chasing right behind, his thick length jerks and unloads.

“Oh, god. That’s it. Unghhh.” Pulsing jets of cum fill me as he thrusts forward and then stills. My rippling orgasm grips him tight, and if I was floating out of my head before, now I’ve entirely disintegrated. Surrendering to every second. All I know is that my soul gladly wants to turn into a puddle beneath this man.

We get lost in a fevered kiss with Colt still buried deep—the kind of passionate, languid joining that perfectly reflects our need for closeness—murmuring against each other’s lips. Sweat coats our skin as shivers of pleasure roll through, and it all feels absolutely unreal. I cling to the man coating me like a blanket, entirely blissed out and willingly ignoring anything that might drag me away from this moment.

I’ll stay here, wrapped up by him and hopelessly lost inside him.