Between the Pines (Black Springs Ranch, #1)

by Amber Palmer

He was authentically rugged and timelessly handsome, the type of man who commanded your attention when he walked into a room.

“Yeah, actually… I’m thinking about what it would be like to fuck this pretty mouth. How I’d want to see it dressed in some pretty color only to fucking destroy it and then proudly wear the remnants around my cock so I could see precisely where you’d been.”

“Problem, darlin’? That pussy feeling needy?”

“So, I think you should earn it, cowboy. Show me how badly you want it.”

“Lift your hips, darlin’. Let me see what’s mine.”

I’d never considered myself a smart man. I’d made a lot of mistakes and fucked up more times than I could count, but the smartest thing I’d ever done was kiss the beautiful dark-haired tornado that swept into my bar.

“You desperate for my dick, darlin’?” She rolled her eyes, reaching for my belt loops and pulling me closer. “Maybe I am, cowboy. Or maybe I just want to know just how well you ride.”

“I can feel your tight cunt squeezing my cock, Josie, and it feels so fucking good. You’re gonna make me come.” My name on his lips was a goddamn dream and my undoing.

“Break up with that piece of shit you call a boyfriend, and I’ll tell you every sordid detail. Then, when you’re writhing underneath me, just like you are right now, I’ll make good on every word I said.”

I’d already chosen her, would choose her every damn day if she let me, but she had to choose me too.

“Night, darlin’. Try not to dream of me.”

“I don’t have anyone⁠—” “You have me,” he said. It was simple, matter-of-fact, like it was the most natural thing in the world. I had him, and he had me, and nothing else mattered.

All I know is some things are certain—the sun will set, it’ll rise again, and you’re it for me. That’s just the truth.” I took a deep breath and laid down my last card. “And I think you feel it too—otherwise, you wouldn’t have told your sisters it would always be me.”

My love for her had become part of who I was, stitched into the fabric of my soul. It ran as deep as the oceans, as pure as freshly fallen snow. It existed and was tangible and beautiful, just like her.

“Because I may be a gentleman right now, but make no mistake, darlin’... When I fuck you again, you won’t be able to walk straight the next morning. You’ll remember exactly what it feels like to be worshipped by a man who cares about your pleasure. I’ll happily spend hours with my tongue in your sweet, little cunt to prove my point.”

“That hat on your head means you’re mine, Josie. There are no takebacks, not as far as I’m concerned. So, don’t do that to me and then take it away. Don’t fucking tease me, baby. I can’t take it.”

“And I don’t give a fuck who’s out there. Cry out my name, darlin’. Let them know who owns your pretty little pussy.”

“Then, fill me up, cowboy. I want to walk back in the house with your hand in mine and your cum in my pussy.”

I met her gaze as I slid my fingers deep, fucking our cum back into her. “Oh God, that’s even hotter.” “Want a taste, baby?”