Page 154 of Lost Trust

The same desire burning inside me is reflected in his hungry gaze.

He circles his hips, and I gasp as he runs a hand up my calf and the inside of my thighs, feeding it beneath the material of my T-shirt. I go up onto my knees, making room for him to cup my damp, needy core with his hand. My eyes flutter shut, and his name falls from my lips as I grind into his palm.

“Sexy as fuck,” he murmurs, and I open my eyes. “Rina, baby, as much as I want to play with this pretty little pussy, Ryder is in the room down the hall, and he’ll be up at any minute, wanting breakfast before you have to take him to school,” he rasps.

“Uh-huh,” I whimper.

I start to roll off his chest, but before I can get to my feet, he tugs me back down. He finds my opening and slides a finger inside of me. Pumping it in and out slowly.

He brings his lips to my ear. “I promise to take care of you later, baby, but I don’t want to be rushed, and I don’t want you to have to be quiet when I do. I want to take my sweet time, and I want you crying my name as you come undone.”

My breath hitches at his words, just as the sounds of Ryder’s door clicking open and him and Mom shuffling down the hallway fill the air. Reluctantly, he removes his finger from my soaking wet pussy, and I watch as he brings it to his mouth and licks it clean.

My body goes limp as I lean down, plant a quick kiss on his lips, and whisper, “A promise is a promise, cowboy.”

Then I step off the bed and grab my shorts. I pull them on and head to the door.

I glance back at him, and my eyes drift down. “Once that’s calmed down, come join us. I’m making pancakes.”

Royce

I’ve spent all damn day thinking about waking up in Marina’s bed.

Which is a problem.

Mostly because every time my mind drifts back to this morning—how gorgeous she looked, the warmth of her body climbing on top of me, her needy whimpers as she rocked against my palm—I have to remind myself I’m surrounded by other people.

Micah and Cabe have noticed.

I’ve caught more than a few knowing looks today, followed by enough bullshit teasing to make me want to put both of them on a bull and see how long they can last.

Fuck.

That woman is sexy as hell, and apparently, my dick’s got the self-control of a teenage boy with his first Playboy magazine.

So, I hide.

The barn is quiet this time of day. The afternoon heat presses against the open doors while I lean against a stall and pretend I’m here for a reason other than to avoid those fuckers.

I hear boots behind me.

“Got a minute?”

I turn and find Bryce standing there. “Sure.”

He jerks his head toward the office. “Come on.”

I follow him across the barn and into the office, dropping into the chair in front of his desk. He sits down, wakes up his computer, then turns the screen toward me.

I study the drawing. “What am I looking at?”

“A facility.”

I glance at him.

He points to the screen. “Series of gates and pens. A system for handling and bucking livestock that can be operated easily by one person.”

I lean closer.