Roped Tight (Ryker Ranch #4) - Kim Loraine Page 0,39
at first, I was worried that he got hurt.
Until I heard, “Fuck, Sam.”
Oh.
Goddamn.
That ragged, desperate tone was something I knew well. I wondered for a minute if I should go, give him his privacy, maybe find somewhere I could take care of the rapidly swelling problem in my own jeans. But he did it again, and I knew there was no way I was gonna leave him to it by himself. Especially not after the way he’d said my name.
I walked closer to where the sound had originated from. The sharp hiss of his breath, the rough grunts—all of them sent fire racing through me. And when I finally found him, standing in a clearing, one hand braced on the trunk of a tree, head tossed back, eyes closed, pants hanging open while he ran his hand over his thick length, my breath caught. I was gonna say something to let them know I was there, but I couldn't bring the words to my lips. I was mesmerized watching him as whatever fantasy he was having about me rolled through his body. His hips bucked, and his jaw clenched as he moaned my name one more time and spilled his orgasm onto the earth. His face was a beautiful picture of someone caught between perfect pleasure and exquisite agony. It was something I'd save in my mind for all those dark and lonely nights I'd be spending without him.
"Jesus Christ, Sammy," he said, and I nearly bit my tongue at the sound.
I thought I’d been caught watching him jerk off. But his focus wasn't on me; his eyes were still closed. Carefully, I backed away, trying to make as little noise as possible because I just wanted to let him have this. He didn't need to know I'd seen him.
God, I was so turned on I couldn’t see straight. How was I going to ride home without being in complete agony?
I willed my cock to calm the fuck down, but he didn’t listen. Instead, he throbbed and begged for attention.
I had just reached Shadow when I heard his footsteps crunching on the gravel behind me. I worked hard not to be obvious that I knew what he’d been doing, instead trying to appear that I hadn’t been there a long while. Adjusting myself behind my fly, I turned and gave him an easy smile. “We seem to keep ending up in the same place,” I said.
The look he gave me filled my body with heat. “How long you been here?”
“Not long.”
“Liar. By the look of that grass, she’s been at it for a while." He stepped closer.
It took everything in me not to look down at his crotch.
"What did you see?" He closed the distance until I was backed up against the tree.
My blood ran hot. It wasn't what I saw, it was what I heard. "Enough."
If it had just been him taking care of his needs that I witnessed, that would've been one thing, but the way he said my name changed everything for me.
"Do you do that often?”
He chuckled. "Don't you?"
"Not in a place anybody could find me."
He glanced down my body, gaze resting on the obvious evidence of what seeing him did to me. "Well, I didn't think anybody’d be out here, and it was either take care of that or wait it out. And I wasn’t getting on a horse like that.” He smirked. “Are you?”
"Not really. It's uncomfortable enough walking around here like this."
“Do you… Want some help with that?" The heat in his voice matched his eyes, and if I wasn't already hard as a rock, I would be now.
"If you're offering."
"I definitely am."
He leaned in and kissed me, his beard scraping my lips, making me moan at the remembered feeling that I'd chased for so many years. Breathing hard, he backed away before dropping to his knees in front of me. God, yes, this man. He was exactly what I needed. And there was no way in hell I could resist him. Fuck it, I wasn't even going to try.
He looked up at me, his wicked grin doing something to me I thought I'd never get to experience again. "Tell me what you want, Sammy. I'm not gonna do it unless you ask."
I swallowed past the lump in my throat, dying for his lips on me. "I want you to suck me. Make me come down your throat."
He nodded, then made quick work of my buckle and fly before freeing me from the