Page 70 of Tame Our Wild

Ladies come first.

Moving to the front of the bed, I memorize the way she’s sprawled out before me. I crawl onto the bed, watching as she lifts her head to watch me grip her thighs. The breath of air she releases fuels my desire as I spread her legs apart, revealing her perfect pink pussy that I’m going to spoil with my tongue. My fingers. My cock.

I’d bet my life that she hasn’t been able to get my comment from the airport out of her beautiful head when I told her that a real man doesn’t need toys to make his woman come.

Bringing myself flush to the mattress, I grip onto one of her calves, brushing my lips across her chilled skin. Neither one of us has warmed entirely from the lake, but this is better than sitting in front of the fire. I’m going to bask in my drop of Arizona sunshine while she’s helplessly tied to my bed.

I work my mouth up her thigh, soaking in the way she squirms in my hold. I move to the other leg, stopping short when I see the long, raised, pink-and-red scar below her knee where they made the incision to do her surgery after the incident in Jacksonville.

Harlow studies my reaction as I stare at it.

I meet her eyes, lowering my mouth to the scar, making a trail up it with my tongue, and planting a soft kiss where it ends right below her kneecap.

“Colson—” she chokes out.

“I’m sorry,” I whisper against her scar like it will somehow mend the broken skin.

I know we’re both sorry for the things that occurred that weekend—Harlow punching my jaw and her breaking her leg during that ride because I distracted her the night before. I know I got in her head. I deserved the blow to my face. I’d be lying if I said I haven’t wanted to find a time to say those words since her accident happened, but I was too furious with her for coming back and competing in the PBR again that my pride took over.

But since she temporarily moved in with me, she’s been softening my edges—filing them down one at a time to create smoother ones that no longer want to hurt her, even if it was my words and competitive spirit.

When I move my lips to the soft valley between her thighs and her center that’s dripping for me, her head falls back, a tremor vibrating her body.

I breathe across her core teasingly before swiping my tongue through her seam. She moans, and I wiggle my arms under her legs and around her hips to pull her closer to me as my mouth attaches to her. I suck and nip, her taste filling my mouth while I flick my tongue wildly against her clit. She thrashes in my hold, soft sounds falling from her lips, as her hips try to buck with the pleasure. I tighten my grip, holding her steady.

“Holy shit, Colson. Your mouth—” She sighs, moving her wrists like she wants to thread her fingers through my hair to hang on through the pleasure I’m building, but she’s bound. Vulnerable.

“I told you, dust bunny, might as well throw that vibrator away because I bet it doesn’t do this.” Taking my middle finger, I slowly push it into her tight cunt. It swallows me easily with how wet she is. She’s soaked for her rival—the man she’s always despised.

I guess we’re both realizing the distance between craving and hating can be razor thin.

It will be a miracle if I don’t come in my pants again with how her velvet walls grip me. I only have one finger inside her, but it doesn’t stop her arousal from leaking out and soaking into my sheets.

“Do you think you deserve another?”

She nods fervently.

I sink my teeth into her thigh. “Say please.”

“Please, Colson,” she whines.

Content with her submission, I begin adding my ring finger, releasing a guttural groan that sounds as animalistic as I feel. She’s so fucking tight I’m going to have to stretch her so she can fit me.

Luckily for me, foreplay is just as satisfying as fucking.

I curl my fingers. When I hit that spot, she whimpers, and I know she won’t last long like this as she thrashes around in her binds. She doesn’t have to because I’m done waiting.

My fingers thrust and curl against her sensitive flesh, and I lower my mouth to her clit. I suck and lick as my fingers work inside her.

I know what’s happening the moment her breath hitches and her muscles tighten in my grasp. Her cunt clenches and pulses around me, her center growing wetter as she comes on my tongue with my fingers inside her. Her loud noise, which can only be described as a scream, fills my bedroom with her release. There’s something so erotic about her chasing her orgasm. She bucks and writhes, taking what she wants from me. I draw it out, waiting until her body sinks into the mattress and stills.

I rise onto my knees and kiss up her stomach before grazing my teeth over each hardened nipple. I drag my mouth across her flushed chest before planting my mouth softly on hers. “The next time you come, it will be on my cock.”

THIRTY | HARLOW

My chest rises and falls, my body sinking deeper into the mattress as the high from my orgasm starts to fade, bringing me back down to earth.

Colson hovers over me, his features pulled into a wicked smirk that tells me I’m fucked.