“Oh. Yes. The pillow…is rubbing my…clit. Faster. Faster, damn you!”
He went a little insane at her sexy pleas and reamed her, rode her hard. Lost his mind in her heat, increasing the friction on her clit, rushing her toward the climax she was chasing.
Macie shrieked.
The sensations—hot, tight, slick, coupled with her orgasm—were too much. He arched, plunged his c**k as deep as it would go and stopped, blowing his seed inside her with a hoarse shout as her muscles clamped down and milked him dry.
Carter stayed still, humbled, spent, and breathless in body and soul.
He slumped across her sweat-covered back, keeping that intimate, heady connection as long as possible. When he could function again, he scattered kisses over her shoulders.
“You drive me out of my f**kin’ mind with wantin’ you, Macie. I can’t hold back nothin’. I want every damn thing with you, want to give you everything you’ve ever wanted. I have since the moment I met you.”
She went absolutely rigid beneath him.
“What, sweet darlin?”
“I can’t feel my arms.”
“Shit.” He sat up, memorizing the sweet way those muscles yielded to his c**k as he eased out. Then he gently rolled her over and undid the ropes. She was breathing hard and her eyes were squeezed shut. He brushed soft kisses across her mouth and over the red marks on her wrists. “Be right back.” He cleaned himself up and brought back a warm washrag to do the same for her.
Macie was still sprawled on her back. Using tender, soft strokes, he wiped her belly and thighs. Rinsed, and cleaned the stickiness from between her legs. Then he crawled in bed beside her, giving her no choice but to let him hold her.
Carter knew her silence was an attempt to put distance between them. Not a chance in hell of that happening. He kissed the top of her head. “So, I guess me f**kin’ you in the ass tonight went beyond normal couple stuff, huh?”
Macie burst out laughing. “You are a dumbass, McKay.”
“I love it when you sweet talk me, Amazin’ Macie.” He growled, “That was the hottest sex I’ve ever had.”
“Was pretty hot on my end too.”
“You okay?”
“Might be a little sore. But it was worth it.”
“I’m glad. I’d never do anything to hurt you.”
“You’d be the first.”
He closed his eyes and breathed her in. “What changed earlier tonight? We were talkin’, getting along just fine with our clothes on and then, wham, you were on me like a bear on honey.”
“It was watching you eat my pie. You tried to be polite and savor it, but in the end, you devoured every bite. Then went back for seconds. You moaned, smacked your lips and would’ve licked the plate clean if your momma’s good manners hadn’t been so ingrained in you.”
Carter chuckled.
“You flat out enjoyed it to the fullest extent.” She paused. “That’s the way you make me feel sometimes, Carter. Like you wanna be all polite and gentlemanly, but in truth, you’d rather swallow me whole. And you don’t give a damn whether or not I like it.”
“That doesn’t bother you?”
“A little. But when I saw that side of you tonight, I didn’t think. I just reacted.”
And it didn’t scare her? “Well, it might not be the best side of me, but it is there. And you’re the first one who’s seen it.”
“I’m glad to be your first at something, too.” She snuggled into him. “I’m tired.”
“Sleep. But I am gonna wake you up and make love to you later. A couple of times maybe.”
“Remember the sore comment?”
“I’ll be gentle.” His hands swept down her lithe, pliant body, curled against his.
“You never know, I may even be sweet and romantic.”
Chapter Twenty-four
A week later, Gemma said, “Macie, can I talk to you for a sec?”
Macie stood and wiped the dirt from the bunch of leaves. “Am I in trouble? I saw the patches of mint and just started picking—”
“It’s okay. I’d forgotten all about this part of the garden.” Gemma leaned on the fence and peered at the wild tangle of vegetation. “Seemed pointless to plant a garden after Steve died. No reason to can vegetables for one. Looks like the herbs have taken over.”
“There’s no shortage of sage in Wyoming, that’s for sure.”
Gemma chuckled.
An awkward pause lingered as the sun beat down on them and the gnats swarmed.
Macie wiped sweat from her brow and slapped away the bugs. “So, what did you need, Gemma?”
“Help. Colby and Channing McKay will be here tomorrow morning. Cash and I are headed over to Meeteetse to look at a couple of bulls tonight and won’t be back until late.”
“What needs done?”
“The house is cleaned and ready, but I haven’t had time to cook anything.”
Macie relaxed. Cooking, she could handle. Cleaning the barns? Yuck. “You have a menu planned?”
Gemma shook her head. “But the freezer and the pantry are both full so there’s plenty of food to choose from.”
“Will I be working around dietary restrictions? Is Channing a vegetarian or anything?”
“No. I think it’s illegal to be a vegetarian in Wyoming.”
She smiled at Gemma’s teasing tone. Things were getting easier between them. It was an odd balancing act, with Gemma being her dad’s boss and lover—Macie was never sure when one role was more predominant for him or for her. And Gemma made a point not to intrude on time Macie spent with her dad. So they were both careful not to offend or overextend themselves or their opinions.
“So you won’t mind helping out?”
“Not at all. Might not be politically correct not to aspire to be a world-class chef, but I like to cook. I like to cook for lots of people.”
“That makes one of us. How are things going at the diner?”
“Slow.”
“That stinks. Unless you like havin’ time on your hands?”
“Not really. I like to stay busy, though I do have more time to try out recipes when I’m not flipping burgers. Sitting around drives me crazy.” She shot Gemma a sideways glance as they started toward the house. “Would it be all right if I weeded that garden spot? Clem promised me a few tomato and pepper plants. I’d like to try my hand at gardening.”
Gemma didn’t hide her shock. “You’ve never had a garden?”