Chasing The Wild (Crimson Ridge Book 1)

“Oh, god.”

A loud moan falls past my lips. My hot breath fans against the wooden stall in front of me. I’m whining and arching as Colt rubs over my clit.

He’s fingering me mercilessly, right here in the middle of the barn, and I’ve already fallen apart once for him since he cornered me.

Right now, my knees feel like they’re about to give way. It’s only my palms braced against the wood, and Colt’s arms wrapped around my body from behind that prevent me from sagging to the floor in a puddle of pleasure.

“That’s it, angel. Give me another, then I’m going to pull these pants down and fuck you until you’re filled with me again.”

I can’t help the desperate sounds coming out of me. “Fuck. Fuck. I’m nearly there.”

“Dirty fucking girl, leaving those black panties hanging on a hook for me.” He’s got the scrap of lace in question shoved in the front pocket of his jeans, after strolling in here holding them in one fist, looking like he was going to eat me alive. “You’ve been out here with nothing on underneath these leggings all morning, baby?”

“Mmm… yes.” My eyes scrunch closed. Two thick fingers dip inside me, while the heel of his palm works my clit, and I’m only just hanging on. Another climax races toward me, but Colt is clearly in the kind of mood for torture. Intent on wringing as many orgasms as possible out of my body.

Not that I’m complaining.

After we got back from the cabin yesterday, he hardly left my side. It was unexpected, but I can’t say I was anything but a swoony bubble of bliss having my rugged cowboy working alongside me and the horses all day.

So, I might have decided to play a little game this morning, to see how long it would take him to notice the pair of lacy panties hanging on a hook in the middle of the barn. Which is how we’ve ended up well on our way to fucking in the middle of the day.

I’ve got hardly any time left in this fantasy before the mountain road reopens and the cold, harsh light of reality comes flooding back in. Might as well make the most of it while I still can.

“Feel how wet you are. Already dripping.” He grunts against my ear. Two fingers plunging deeper to the point where I’m seeing sparks and flying on a waterfall of stars with how perfectly he works my body. “Your sweet little cunt already full of cum, already dripping from when I fucked you into the mattress this morning.”

Well, holy shit. My mouth drops open, and my pussy tightens around him instantly. Growly, dirty-talking Colt is my weakness, and this man just guaranteed that I’m going to be his perfect slut for the rest of the day.

Let him do whatever he wants. I’ll eagerly allow him free use if it guarantees more of this.

His hard cock presses into my lower back through our layers of clothes. I want him inside me. I want him thrusting deep, railing me hard and dirty out here in the middle of the barn, pumping me full of cum again, because yes, he fucked my brains out already this morning.

Colt lets out a feral noise, “Jesus. Fuck. I should put you on your knees and give that filthy mouth of yours something to do.”

God. Did I say all that out loud?

“Please. I want you inside me.” My fingers curl, nails scratching against the wood grain.

“Give me what I want first. Then I’m going to fuck you until you’re so full I’m spilling out of you.” His teeth dig into the side of my neck, and I feel it building. The tingling, roaring sensation winds up from my toes as he works me harder.

“I can feel you shaking.” He twists his hand and presses his thumb over my clit, and I cry out with the added sensation. “I’m going to be inside you the rest of the day. My dirty girl, you just want to be filled over and over, don’t you?”

“Mmmmfuck. Daddy. Yes.” I’m aching, throbbing, and my climax starts to wind higher.

“Such a good girl for me. That’s it.” Colt’s words coax me towards the edge, the wave threatening to crash at any second, and just as I’m about to explode, he stops moving.

My body jerks with the suddenness of how he’s halted so abruptly. I’m panting, gasping.

“What the fuck was that?” His voice is a gruff whisper.

Blood pounds so hard and frantic in my ears. I can’t hear a thing.

Only, the next moment I do. Like a gunshot going off.

A truck door slams, right outside the barn.

“Holy fuck,” I croak and Colt rips his hand out of my leggings, his body suddenly rigid as he grabs me by the shoulders and drags me inside the stall.

His hand presses over my mouth as he covers my body with his, and we both listen for more noises from outside. My heart hammers at a frantic pace inside my chest. I can scent my arousal all over his hand. Oh my god, what is going on? My post-and-nearly-second-orgasm brain is woozy and foggy and is struggling to connect dots. Meanwhile, my pussy is busy sobbing, crying out at the unexpected loss of Colt’s touch.

“Yo, Dad. Are you out here?”

Oh god.

OH GOD.

My eyes nearly fall out of my head. All the blood drains from my face. I stare straight down the barrel of Colt’s hazel gaze and watch his eyes flick quickly between the open stall door, before coming back to meet mine, then they squeeze shut.

His mouth forms silent curses, and he takes a deep inhale through his nose. When those eyes open to look at me once again, there’s a storm of emotion there.

“Dad?” Kayce hollers, louder this time. Boots scuff over gravel. Another slamming of a vehicle door.

“Oh my god,” I whisper into his palm. Shock is starting to register. Kayce is here and I don’t know what that means, but holy fuck. Holy fuck. He could have walked in here… he could have seen… it means he’s back, and my time with Colt is over and…

The man standing over me swallows heavily. His stubbled throat bobs, then he does what he’s so fucking good at doing. Being quietly capable, he takes this insanity by the horns with both strong hands.

Dragging his palm away, he grips my chin. The expression in his eyes burns into me, fiery and filled with an emotion I can’t decipher. It’s only a long second, but he holds me firm, staring at me while my heart kicks into overdrive.

This can’t be happening.

Colt leans down, quickly brushing his lips over mine. “Stay in here. Do what you need to do with the horses. I’ll find out what’s going on.”

Then he disappears.

That kiss was too brief.

I want him to come back.

No. I refuse to accept reality. That cannot possibly have been our final moment together. My heart lurches, and my stomach falls into the piles of shavings on the ground. And oh god, he’s got my lace panties tucked in his pocket… what if they fall out, or they’re not fully hidden?

My shaky hands fly up to my mouth. Fingertips brushing over the place that is still tingling and wet from the brief moment his lips tenderly caressed mine just a second ago.

I don’t know how long I stand there, with my shoulders slumped against the wooden paneling, while my ears strain for the sound of voices outside. Only, I can’t hear a goddamn thing over the chaotic beat of my heart drumming in my ears, and the rushing of my blood, and I’m pretty sure my tongue has gone numb.

How am I supposed to do what Colt just said? What did he even say? I feel like I can’t think of anything, except the fact that if Kayce is back, it means the road has been cleared and that five minutes ago was possibly the last time I’ll ever feel Colt’s warmth or mouth or touch.

It’s monumentally unfair.

Even though every moment with Colt was technically stolen, it feels like the cruelest of punishments. We’ve been robbed of the last little fragments of pleasure and time together. Time that what we thought we still had has now evaporated as quickly as a water droplet falling onto a sizzling hot grill.

Sucking in a wobbly breath, I smooth my hands over the front of my leggings, making sure I don’t look like I was begging to get bent over and railed by my ex-boyfriend’s dad out here in the middle of the barn. Then, I push off the wall and cut an unsteady path toward the doors.

As I pass the horses, they puff out breaths and shake their heads and ears. They seem equally unsettled by this new intrusion into our private bubble. Or maybe I’m just projecting my own emotions onto them right now.

With every step closer to the outside world, masculine voices grow louder.

Passing the next stall, I spot a rake leaning up against the wall and quickly grab it. This feels like the kind of moment when it would work in my favor to have something in my hands. Another few paces and their conversation grows louder, I can definitely make out Kayce’s voice and Colt’s deeper, more gruff tone.

Fuck. This is it. My free hand quickly brushes over my hair, it’s up in a high ponytail today and still seems to be in place. I don’t remember Colt tugging on it or digging his fingers against my scalp like I love it when he does… oh my god… my body tenses at the renewed rush of realization that I might never have his hands on my body again.

Shit. My grip tightens around the handle and my steps falter a little. Suddenly, I’m trying to remember where my things have been left. My clothes. My Kindle. My toothbrush. Mentally cataloging each room, my mind immediately darts around the interior of Colt’s house. How much evidence might be left lingering inside to give away the fact that we’ve fucked on nearly every surface and that I’ve spent every single night in Colton Wilder’s bed for weeks now?

Will Kayce walk through those doors and immediately be able to detect the avalanche of secrets and lies we’re both holding back from spilling forth?

Swallowing down a giant lump in my throat, I can’t think of anything that might look immediately out of place. Even though it’s been only the two of us here, at least we didn’t tear each other’s clothes off in the lounge or kitchen yesterday, and I can only guess if there’s any of my things in Colt’s bedroom that surely won’t be the first place Kayce goes when he enters the house anyway.

Right now, I don’t have time to continue my minor freak out about any of that, though, because I’ve reached the doors. It’s like a magnet relentlessly pulls me towards the scene I’m about to find outside—the one where my ex-boyfriend and his father are standing around having a conversation in the yard like everything is completely normal.

Only, my wildest imagination could not have pictured what I actually come across as I exit the barn.

There are a thousand different scenarios I had run through of what it would be like when Kayce finally returned to the ranch.

In not one single one of those, did this picture play out.

Clutching the handle of the rake beneath white knuckles, I stop dead in my tracks.

There aren’t just two men out here talking, there’s a third person with them.

Colt has his arms folded across his chest, back turned to me. Kayce looks up with an expression I can’t read fixed on his face. And when the familiar sight of the girl from the cafe with her poker-straight black hair, and bleached tips turns to take in my arrival, my eyes fall to her stomach.

Her very rounded stomach.

Her very pregnant stomach.