“You’re not good at keeping me quiet.”“Hence the warning.”She leaned up on her toes and kissed me. Slow. Steady. Almost like she was memorizing my lips. “I’ll try.”“You need to do better than that.”My fingers slid down her chest, unbuttoning the white shirt so I could cup her tit. She moaned as I rubbed across her nipple and then lowered to the flatness of her navel, halting at the top of her skirt. It was too tight to slip under the waist, so I reached behind and unzipped it, the material falling down her legs.“Keep your heels on.” I discovered a pair of lace panties and dropped those too. “How wet are you …” My voice trailed off as I got my answer. “God-fucking-damn it.” My fingers dripped as I dipped inside her pussy, using my thumb to graze her clit. “What made you so wet, Hannah?” I made sure she felt each of my exhales across her face along with the hum of my tongue. “When I told you that you were coming to Wyoming with me?” I added a second finger, heading toward her G-spo
“But I need more, and I need you to think about that.” This wasn’t the right time to get answers out of him. This was the time to sprinkle crumbles that he could inhale later when he was ready. When he was alone. When he was reflecting about today. “I want to be the girl whose pussy you eat on top of your desk, but I also want to be the girl you cuddle on Sunday mornings.”He stared, unblinking, his tongue slack against me.“Now, are you going to kiss me with that wet mouth?”“Or?”“Are you just going to make me come?”He flattened his tongue, gently dragging it up and down my clit before he moved on to his fingers, licking me off them as he stood. From inside his wallet, he pulled out a condom and set it beside me. His pants then dropped, his boxer briefs next, exposing that beautiful, massive cock. With his teeth, he tore off the corner of the foil packet and aimed the latex at his tip, rolling it down his shaft.“Declan …”Once he finished, he pumped himself several times and looke
But he didn’t stop.He didn’t even slow.He just ground his hips and drove through my wetness, his thumb returning to my clit as I breathed out the moans.“Am I still an asshole?”It took a second to process, to clear my head of all this paralyzing satisfaction.Once I could make sense of his question, I nodded.It took an asshole to think he could make me come by slapping my clit. Even if the move had been successful. Even if I would have screamed so loud if I could.Even if I fucking loved it.“Looks like I have a lot more work to do.”He lifted me off the desk, creating a whole new balancing act since I couldn’t wrap my arms around his neck. He stayed inside me, thrusting. And at first, I was so stimulated that I couldn’t accept this new rhythm. But Declan was extremely good at reading my body, knowing what I needed. Knowing how to bring me back to that place.“Fuck, you’re wet.”There was a ledge in front of one of the windows, and that was where he set me, my hands pressed agains
“Don’t.” He grabbed my face, holding me steady. “You know this isn’t going to be easy. There are so many circumstances that make our situation different.”He always knew what I was thinking.I said quietly, “I know.”“Just give this time.”They weren’t the words I’d wanted to hear.They weren’t the words that would fill my heart.They weren’t the words that would make me pull him toward me, locking us together.“Can you do that?” he asked.I didn’t trust my voice—there was too much emotion pulsing through me—so I nodded.He brought me close and kissed me.His embrace didn’t have the same passion he’d given me before.Still, I was getting his lips, and I knew what that meant.As he pulled away, the Declan I was beginning to know so well returned. I could see him getting inside his own head, weighing the complications of our situation.Pushing me away.Any second, he would turn into a raging asshole.“I have to get back to work.” He scanned my eyes. “So do you.”The statement wasn’t as
“Fucking jet lag,” Jenner said, tearing me from my thoughts, reminding me that I was in a plane since the only thing I could apparently focus on was Hannah. “It’s winning; my ass is toast. I need a nap.”He was sitting beside me and closing his laptop, stuffing it into his briefcase.“I don’t recommend flying to Australia, spending twelve hours there, and flying right back.” He yawned as he closed the top of the briefcase.“It sucks that you didn’t have time to do anything but work while you were there,” Hannah said.“Tell me about it,” he agreed. “Especially since Australia is one of my favorite places to visit.”“I feel that way about this trip to Jackson Hole,” I admitted. “I’ve wanted to visit this area for a while, but we’re just in and out with almost no time to do anything.”“Don’t laugh, guys, but I was really looking forward to going horseback riding.” Hannah had this dreamy expression on her face. “I had this whole plan to live out my Yellowstone fantasy and buy myself a cow
If we had been alone without a flight attendant and Jenner in the back bedroom, my voice would have risen. I was doing everything in my goddamn power to keep it low, but the anger was certainly coming through.“I’ve treated you like an employee these past couple of days. Have I mentioned what happened between us? No. Have I hauled you into my office to fuck you? No, I haven’t done that either. So, what actions are you talking about?”“That’s the whole thing—you’ve done nothing. How do you think that makes me feel?”I’d told her to give this time. When I’d asked if she could do that, she’d nodded.Now, she was changing her opinion?“Hannah, this isn’t easy—”“You keep saying that.” She leaned forward in her seat, as though she were trying to get closer. “And you said to give this time.” When she paused, I swore she could see right into my thoughts. “But, Declan, why isn’t this easy? What the hell are you going to do with more time?” She moved the laptop to the seat next to her, her fre
And, fuck, I was impressed.Walter processed her conclusion, allowing several seconds to pass before he said, “Is there a chance the neighboring owner will surprise us with more documents when we go to court? Can he provide more evidence, proof, whatever that he hasn’t already shown?”Hannah looked at me, waiting for approval. When I gave it to her, she replied, “Sure, that’s always a possibility. But my gut tells me that if the neighboring owner had more documentation, he would have provided it. No one wants to go to court and incur the expense of hiring an attorney unless they absolutely have to.”“She’s right,” I confirmed. “In addition, my team has scoured through all the available evidence, digging through fifty years’ worth of land ownership, deeds, and county records. I can’t imagine the neighboring owner has resources that are better than ours.”Walter exhaled loudly. “You know how these small towns work. It’s all whom you know, who can do you favors, who has more cattle, who
The cowboy moved a pace closer to Hannah and set his hand on her shoulder.If I didn’t know better, I’d think the bastard was going to lean down and kiss her.But before his lips got anywhere near hers, I’d fly off this fucking stool and demolish his mouth.“Wouldn’t you agree with me, Jenner?”“Yes,” Jenner said, laughing. “I’m in full agreement.”I turned toward the guys. “What are you talking about?”Walter lifted his tumbler off the table and held it against his chest. “You.”“What about me?”Walter laughed. “Kids these days. They think us old folks are so out of the loop, except we see everything.” He nodded toward Jenner. “That one was no different, you know. He thought I was clueless, thought I had no idea what was happening between him and my daughter.”Jenner sighed. “Turns out, what happens in Vegas doesn’t really stay in Vegas, especially if you’re sleeping in one of Walter’s hotels.” He smiled. “But, you know, us kids—as you call us—aren’t so blind either, Walter.”Walter’