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I’ve turned into a fountain of words. A burst water main. The equivalent of a verbal geyser unable to be contained.

“I don’t know why I didn’t tell you before turning up unannounced. Brad … believe me when I say, I needed to see you more than I needed air, and I’m sorry if—”

Brad chuckles, a wheezing sound of delight and relief, before leaning close. The nearness of him soothes my frayed nerves and brings my incessant ramblings slamming to a halt. His lips meet mine, both of us numb with cold from lingering out here, though our kiss is anything but. Beneath the surface, we’re fevered in our connection. The calming, masculine scent of him washes through my brain, and the only thing stopping me from dragging our bodies flush together is the cat contentedly purring against my chest.

“We’re ditching.” Kiss. “This party.” Nip. “Right.” Lick. “Fucking now.” Brad tangles his tongue with mine, sinking deeper while groaning into my mouth. As if the concept of pulling back and separating for even a single moment is physically paining him.

I feel the exact same way.

He weaves his fingers with mine, determinedly dragging me—and the snoozing Lily, who seems utterly oblivious to our intense make-out session—down the steps, leading me along a shoveled path in the direction of other buildings on the ranch. I’m struggling to know where to look, heart pounding. This is his place … his home.

And he wants me here.

We pass the stables, scents of hay and leather and horses drifting on the frozen night air, faint but familiar. The setup they run looks incredible, and it has me hesitating, my steps slowing with curiosity and eagerness to explore. “Holy shit, the photos on your website do not do all of this justice, you know that, right?” I say.

Brad squeezes my hand and lets out a frustrated whine from the back of his throat. “Seriously? You’re gonna go all weak at the knees for the horses and some stables, when I’m literally out here begging to suck your dick?”

My teeth catch my bottom lip, and I give him a pleading look. The way I must look ridiculous right now, but I don’t even care.

He shakes his head in exasperation. “After.” Damn near crushing my hand, he tugs me with him. “I promise you can have the world’s longest horse-cuddling session after.”

“Oh my god. I’ve fucking missed you.” My fingers sink into Brad’s hair as his throat closes around my tip. “I’ve missed you so much, baby.” I’m panting, damn near levitating off the floor at the sight of my cowboy on his knees, his thick, leaking cock in one fist and those flushed, kiss-bitten lips I want everywhere all at once wrapped around the base of me.

We hardly made it through the door. His small cabin is warm and cozy, but it isn’t much more than two connected rooms. We’ve been wild creatures, bouncing off every surface in our need to touch and kiss and paw at each other’s winter layers. Brad raced like lightning to ensure Lily had a warm blanket to curl under and a saucer of cream—her forever weakness apparently—and settled her in the bathroom, amid crooning and kisses, so that she wouldn’t attempt to sneak off exploring without us.

Now we’re naked and allowing ourselves to simply indulge in rediscovering each other’s bodies. I’ve seen Brad from every angle possible on my phone, been gifted the chance to share his most intimate and vulnerable moments. I’ve watched his eyes roll back as he pumps his cock and cum spurts all over his fingers. I’ve watched him tease his hole and show me exactly what he likes. I’ve also watched his entire face light up when walking around the ranch, showing me the side of himself I’ve only glimpsed in those tiny squares on his Instagram before now.

I’m so in love with him.

It’s reckless. Far too soon.

But my heart is his, and I can’t wrap that notion up and present it in any way that appears logical. The longer I’ve spent time with him, the more we’ve connected, and it keeps solidifying the way I feel. I wasn’t lying when I said it scares me to hell and back to feel this intensely about someone, especially within such a short space of time. I’ve tripped and fallen harder than I could ever imagine possible.

Loving Brad is easy.

Losing him would be a crushing blow, the kind of trampling into the dirt I don’t know I’d ever recover from.

As if he can tell I’m falling apart in more ways than one, Brad hollows his cheeks while firmly grabbing my hips. He stuffs my dick into the back of his throat until I’m certain my knees will buckle.

“Br-Brad. Baby. I’m close. I’m so close. Unghhhhh.” My lips shiver, each word punctuated by moans and gasps. With each pulse of my hips, chasing that glorious sensation of his throat swallowing my tip again and again, the grip I have on his hair tightens.

Thank fuck we aren’t anywhere near that house or the party going on inside. I’m fundamentally incapable of containing the slew of wanton noises bubbling up.

Brad’s beautiful eyes seek out my own, and they’re burning.

He gives one last torturous suck, a flick of his tongue, and then lets me pop from his abused mouth. A long line of spit hangs between his bottom lip and my dick, covered in a sheen of saliva and precum.

“Holy fuck,” I pant. Barely able to see straight.

“I need to be inside you.” Brad is breathing hard as he kisses his way up my body, following the trail of hair on my lower stomach, licking my chest, before pausing to swirl his hot mouth over my nipples.

My cock throbs.

My heart is ready to burst.

My entire world has tipped upside down in the space of a couple of weeks.

“Please, baby. Let me be so good to you.” Brad’s tone is smooth and so achingly sexy. Promises of more than just sex lie behind each of those words.