Damn,
he wanted to see what he could only imagine. The swol en folds, wet with her desire, open and hungry for his mouth, his cock. He pressed against her
once, twice, the urge to thrust riding him hard.
Her answer was a moan and a tightening of her legs around him. “Don’t stop.”
He kissed her hard and fast, al owing himself just that much of a taste. His cock throbbed and burned as he pushed against her. “We have
to.”
“No. I want you.” Her eyes opened. Her legs spread wider. “I want you.”
He snarled with the impossibility of it, the perfection of it, bending his knees to get a better angle. He moaned as his cock slipped
between the folds of delicate material, finding flesh even more delicate, sliding through the proof of her desire into the wel of her vagina, notching there.
She held his cock in a kiss of heat for an endless moment.
“It means nothing more than this,” he growled, keeping from tearing into her through sheer force of wil . He’d been searching for her for so
long, and now she was here, offering him everything when he could have nothing.
“Yes.” She struggled against him, rocking her hips and trying to coax him deeper. “Just this.”
“There can be nothing more than this.”
Her head fel back against the wal , exposing the creamy line of her throat. A pulse of his hips emphasized his point. Her pussy parted, the
supple muscles working over the head of his cock in inviting flexes as they struggled to accept him. The flesh of her throat was sweet and salty against his
lips. He strung hard, biting kisses down her skin, nipping at the juncture of her shoulder and neck, lingering when she moaned and tilted her head, giving
him better access.
“Take me.”
He thrust deep, and she took him ful y. “Yes. Oh yes!”
Pul ing back, he thrust again and again. Her pussy accepted more and more until she held him bal s deep, her strong muscles rippling
along his cock, inviting more. Close. They were so close. His cock flexed. His bal s tingled in prerelease. It was so good.
The barn door creaked. Familiar footsteps scuffed across the hay-strewn floor. In the periphery of his mind, Tracker knew he had only
seconds to let Ari go if he wanted to preserve her reputation. His feet wouldn’t obey his order. He was so close. She was so close. “Vincente’s com—”
Ari didn’t let him finish. With surprising strength, she held him to her, grinding down on his cock. His snarl blended with her moan of
pleasure. He couldn’t wrench away, couldn’t face Vincente, couldn’t save her reputation. Couldn’t stop the orgasm from taking over as her pussy spasmed
on his cock and she cried out. Son of a bitch. Tracker pressed a kiss to her lips. She was perfect. She was his.
A pistol cocked. He couldn’t summon the strength to reach for his knife. If Vincente pul ed the trigger, it was no more than he deserved.
“This is how you treat my hospitality?”
Ari jumped, and Tracker’s cock flexed within her at the inadvertent caress. He drew her face against his chest, giving her a place to hide
as he slowly separated their bodies.
With a wave of the gun, the old man indicated the door.
“Take your son and go to the house, Ari.”
Ari’s “no” seared Tracker’s heart.
He smoothed his hand down her cheek. “Go. I’l settle this.”
She grabbed her son and fled.
When the barn door closed behind her, Vincente said, “You wil marry her.”
Shit. “She deserves better.”
The old man didn’t budge, just kept that rifle trained on Tracker’s gut. “Maybe, but you are her choice.”
Son of a bitch. Tracker stared at the gun, stared at the resolution in Vincente’s eyes, remembered the hot clasp of Ari’s pussy.
He hadn’t planned on this.
6
T he night was peaceful. The smal pond a mile east of the Morales ranch was bathed in the faint light of a half-moon. Branches swayed in the soft breeze,
their reflections dancing across the glassy surface of the water in
he wanted to see what he could only imagine. The swol en folds, wet with her desire, open and hungry for his mouth, his cock. He pressed against her
once, twice, the urge to thrust riding him hard.
Her answer was a moan and a tightening of her legs around him. “Don’t stop.”
He kissed her hard and fast, al owing himself just that much of a taste. His cock throbbed and burned as he pushed against her. “We have
to.”
“No. I want you.” Her eyes opened. Her legs spread wider. “I want you.”
He snarled with the impossibility of it, the perfection of it, bending his knees to get a better angle. He moaned as his cock slipped
between the folds of delicate material, finding flesh even more delicate, sliding through the proof of her desire into the wel of her vagina, notching there.
She held his cock in a kiss of heat for an endless moment.
“It means nothing more than this,” he growled, keeping from tearing into her through sheer force of wil . He’d been searching for her for so
long, and now she was here, offering him everything when he could have nothing.
“Yes.” She struggled against him, rocking her hips and trying to coax him deeper. “Just this.”
“There can be nothing more than this.”
Her head fel back against the wal , exposing the creamy line of her throat. A pulse of his hips emphasized his point. Her pussy parted, the
supple muscles working over the head of his cock in inviting flexes as they struggled to accept him. The flesh of her throat was sweet and salty against his
lips. He strung hard, biting kisses down her skin, nipping at the juncture of her shoulder and neck, lingering when she moaned and tilted her head, giving
him better access.
“Take me.”
He thrust deep, and she took him ful y. “Yes. Oh yes!”
Pul ing back, he thrust again and again. Her pussy accepted more and more until she held him bal s deep, her strong muscles rippling
along his cock, inviting more. Close. They were so close. His cock flexed. His bal s tingled in prerelease. It was so good.
The barn door creaked. Familiar footsteps scuffed across the hay-strewn floor. In the periphery of his mind, Tracker knew he had only
seconds to let Ari go if he wanted to preserve her reputation. His feet wouldn’t obey his order. He was so close. She was so close. “Vincente’s com—”
Ari didn’t let him finish. With surprising strength, she held him to her, grinding down on his cock. His snarl blended with her moan of
pleasure. He couldn’t wrench away, couldn’t face Vincente, couldn’t save her reputation. Couldn’t stop the orgasm from taking over as her pussy spasmed
on his cock and she cried out. Son of a bitch. Tracker pressed a kiss to her lips. She was perfect. She was his.
A pistol cocked. He couldn’t summon the strength to reach for his knife. If Vincente pul ed the trigger, it was no more than he deserved.
“This is how you treat my hospitality?”
Ari jumped, and Tracker’s cock flexed within her at the inadvertent caress. He drew her face against his chest, giving her a place to hide
as he slowly separated their bodies.
With a wave of the gun, the old man indicated the door.
“Take your son and go to the house, Ari.”
Ari’s “no” seared Tracker’s heart.
He smoothed his hand down her cheek. “Go. I’l settle this.”
She grabbed her son and fled.
When the barn door closed behind her, Vincente said, “You wil marry her.”
Shit. “She deserves better.”
The old man didn’t budge, just kept that rifle trained on Tracker’s gut. “Maybe, but you are her choice.”
Son of a bitch. Tracker stared at the gun, stared at the resolution in Vincente’s eyes, remembered the hot clasp of Ari’s pussy.
He hadn’t planned on this.
6
T he night was peaceful. The smal pond a mile east of the Morales ranch was bathed in the faint light of a half-moon. Branches swayed in the soft breeze,
their reflections dancing across the glassy surface of the water in
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