Page 55 of Drifter’s Heart

I come on a stifled cry that only West hears, my need dripping down my legs as he works me hard. I roll my hips, driving down onto his hand as he pushes me forward until my body presses tight to the window. My breath fogs the glass, warmth reflecting back at me. I moan into his hand, taking comfort in his touch.

West pulls his fingers free and surges upward, filling me with his erect cock. I scream again, his fingers filling my mouth. I’ve barely recovered from my last orgasm and I’m already primed for the next. He plunges into me, relentless, over and over. The glass offers no handholds as I scrabble at its smooth surface. The contrast of his warmth and its coolness drives my nerves wild, as though my body can’t keep up with the changes. He never lets me go and he never backs off, pressing me against the surface the entire time he fucks me. My nipples ache with the cold, and my feet numb soon after.

I rock back onto his cock, needing all of him inside me.

“Greedy thing,” he berates me. “How much of me can you take?” He thrusts into me once, deeper, then again. And again and again.

And all the time I scream into the hand that covers my mouth, trusting him to mute my sounds, releasing control to him in full.

And when I come for him again, my thighs shake. I lean forward, pressing my hips out. West muffles his shouts into my shoulder, using my hips to pull me backward and thrust deeper. I groan against the fingers I suck, letting him use me as I cling to him, savoring the feel of him so full inside me. I quiver, pressing my legs together tight until he moans, his cock thickening as I clench my walls over the heaviness of him. The impossibility of it.

West ruts against me, never stopping as he hardens inside me. “Christ, beautiful. I’ll come again⁠—”

I ache with the stretch of him, his roughness, but I love it too. Bliss ripples over me. My silent scream fogs the glass as I bear down on him, my gush of heat trickling over my inner thighs. It’s debaucherous and perfect and everything I need as West increases his speed.

Then it’s not my shout we need to worry about as West roars my name. His body envelops mine, arms lashed tight about me, and I know he’ll never let me fall. We stay that way, pressed to the warmed glass, our bodies intertwined. I suck and lick the fingers that never leave my mouth, thanking him for the pleasure that he gave me.

His mouth fuses to mine, and we stay that way, kissing languidly, not parting even when he picks me up, or when he slides me into the bed, pulling the quilt and the covers over us.

Not even when he tucks me into his chest, my back pressing to his stomach, and lets me sleep that way. And just before I pass out with his arms around me, I let my head tip to one side.

“I do love you, you know that?”

West smiles at me, his outline barely visible. “Yeah. I know that.”

The fracture in my heart fills in, completed by the drifter who finally came home. His mouth comes down on mine in a tender kiss that says everything even when he says nothing.

“Me too.”

EIGHTEEN

WINNIE

Burnt Beans

The sun rises and I’m still in Wilder West’s arms for the second time ever. And he hasn’t run away to the bunkhouse at the ass crack of dawn either, so…

“I guess we’re even,” West murmurs, flicking hair off my face that obscures my vision in a crisscross pattern. He blinks in the bright sunlight just as he did at my place. “You’re thinking so loud you’ll wake the house.”

I roll my eyes at him. “Good thing there’s only four people in it, then.”

He leans down and kisses me. “Cord’s already up. I heard him talking to Sally earlier. He’s cooking.” His mouth takes a slow tour of mine, tracing patterns I don’t know across my lips, as he heads lower, pushing the sheet down to bare my breasts. His touch is utter heaven.

“Since when can my brother cook? Did he fire Levi? Did he tell you about Lanie?” My brain fires up without its usual dosage of shitty, all-I-can-afford-to-buy, responsibly sourced instant coffee.

“I haven’t seen Cord since I arrived, remember? You took up all his time with your fight last night. The two of you went at it for hours, longer than I’ve ever heard you fight with him before. I had no idea you had stamina like that, Rand.” West rolls over me, bracing his forearms over my head, caging me in. Need blazes from his coal-dark eyes. “Otherwise I would have pushed you for more last night. Gone another round, or three.”

The promise in his darkening gaze sends a thrill pulsing through me. An ache I’d forgotten blooms between my legs. “I’m not sure you’ve got it in you, Wilder,” I sass him, staring straight into his eyes.

A dare that neither of us backs down from lingers in the pensive air between us as his knee presses against my legs, nudging them apart. The soul-deep ache develops into a throb that won’t freaking quit.

“I’m sure we can make it last, Rand.” West drops a kiss to my lips, pushing his tongue inside my mouth as he pierces my pussy with his cock, which I swear is thicker than it was last night. Harder too. Our teasing has done it for him, or maybe he’s just a morning-wood man.

Either way, the moan that works its way along my throat is cruel as I swallow it back. The scents of breakfast cooking and fresh, snobby coffee brewing permeate my sex-addled mind.

“Dammit, that’s not fair,” I murmur as West thrusts slow and deep. “I want both.”

“So have both.” He pushes deeper, harder, but still slow. “Have all the things you want. Let me give you everything.” His hand drops to my hip, his thumb seeking that same place he found before, tracing a burning path of sensation across the nerve endings that scream like I need to for him.