34. Boone

Thirty Four

Boone

“What an amazing turnout!” my mom said with a huge smile on her face. We stayed behind to clean up while Aspen went home. Penny hung around for a bit, too, before having to get back to the library with the money to get a final total.

We were almost done loading everything into the back of my truck and I couldn’t wait to get home. I was exhausted, hanging out in the sun all day was normal for me, but damn , the pavement made shit hot.

Shutting my tailgate, I replied, “Everyone in town came to check out the dunk tank. Aspen was a real champ about it.” She kept a smile on her face the whole day. In the end, when she slumped against my chest, I knew she was exhausted.

My mom nodded, walking with me to the driver’s side door. “I don’t know what I would do without her. Not just today, but at the stand too.”

“Me neither,” I muttered, smiling to myself. My mom grinned back, placing her hand on my bicep and rubbing gently. I couldn’t wait to see her and talk about everything that happened. I saw her talking to her dad and curiosity was killing me. It looked like a good talk; her family stayed for the better half of the day, and her dad even bought some stuff to support the stand. I needed to check in with her and make sure everything was okay. Before that thought, I had to head home and clean up.

My mom and I said our goodbyes before I climbed into my truck to head home. Driving in silence all the way, I put the air conditioning on full blast.

When I pulled into my little driveway, I noticed Aspen’s lights weren’t on; she had probably passed out when she got home. We didn’t have any food or perishables leftover, so whatever was in my truck bed could wait until tomorrow.

The cool air hit my face as I walked into my house and I was grateful for it. Tossing my keys down on the counter, I towed off my boots and walked towards the hallway. Removing my ball cap, I ran my fingers through my hair to loosen up the sweat-slicked strands.

I dragged myself down the hallway, barely picking up my feet. Something on my bed caught my eye. It took me a minute to focus my vision to see clearly in the dark.

Wrapped in my sheets was Aspen, sitting against the metal headboard wearing nothing but my cowboy hat. Soft candlelight lit my room in a warm glow, casting a shadow from my hat onto Aspen’s face. Her bottom half was covered completely with the blanket, and she held the edge of the comforter high enough to barely cover her breasts.

“Jesus,” I muttered, slowly stepping further into the room. As I approached, I felt my cock thicken in my jeans. Seeing her in only my hat, her bare skin wrapped in my sheets, was driving me crazy. “Not that I’m not happy to see you naked, but what are you doing?”

Aspen smiled, tipping my hat towards me. “You like it, Cowboy?”

All I could do was gulp and nod in response. This woman was a dream, my dream.

“I realized something today,” she confessed, keeping herself covered up. “The way I feel about you, Boone, is unlike anything I’ve ever felt before. I love the woman I am when I’m with you. You make me feel confident and beautiful. Now that I have you, I don’t think I can picture my life without you in it.” She laughed to herself, her head falling back and hitting the headboard. “This all may sound so stupid. Putting this into words is harder than I thought.” I took a few steps closer to the bed, using every ounce of self-control I had to not pounce seeing her like that. She was mine and I’d make sure she fucking knew it too.

“Say it,” I exhaled, begging her to speak freely. I needed to hear it unfiltered from the deepest parts of her soul. I wanted the raw, unedited version of how she felt because I knew I felt the same way too.

We were so close, yet it wasn’t enough. Aspen’s eyes locked on mine.

“I’m so hopelessly in love with you.” She sat up straight. As much as I wanted to look at her bare body, I kept my attention on her face. “When I see you, it feels like my chest wants to burst, like someone put a star inside me, and the energy is going to explode. I think about you every minute of every day.” I sat down and she grabbed my face in her hands, kneeling to be closer to my height, the blanket completely forgotten. “I’m proud to be with you. I’d stand from the mountain tops and shout to anyone who would listen how amazing you are and how beautiful you make me feel.”

I wanted to rush and place my lips on hers. My heart pounded against my chest so loud I could hear it in my ears.

“I love you,” I declared out loud. Saying those three words felt so good falling from my lips. “I fucking love you.”

Being with her felt right and filled a void I didn’t know was empty until I met her. My eyes bounced between hers. The pull between us was so strong, like my body was stuck in a current with no way out. “You are worthy of the same love you give to those around you,” I whispered, placing my hands on her cheeks. “Thank you for giving me the privilege to cherish and love you the way you deserve. I’m amazed I’ve gone so far in my life without you by my side. A piece of me will always be yours as long as you’ll have me.” Before this woman, I thought I was complete. Everything I thought I knew about myself and life was completely and utterly wrong.

Aspen’s eyes swelled, tears pooling in the corners of her eyes.

“I love you too,” she replied, the tears streaming down her face. I used the pads of my thumbs to wipe them away.

I laid her down and trapped her body underneath mine. She fell flat, my hat sliding from her head as I kissed her. I took my hat and tossed it across the room, not letting another minute pass where my lips weren’t on hers.

I was on fire inside and out. My skin prickled with excitement, and my heart throbbed against my chest. My hands found her damp hair, and I intertwined my fingers in her strands. Aspen’s tongue separated my lips and tangled with mine. Her hands explored my body and up my shirt, her soft touch caressing the muscles on my back. Fuck, I loved this woman.

Her exposed, beautiful breasts were begging for attention. I moved my kisses from her lips to her jaw and down her neck. Taking my time, I lightly nipped at the skin as I made my way down. I loved the soft pants and moans she made under my touch. Any man would fall apart at the sound of her need.

“You’re mine, Darling,” I mumbled in her ear, biting the lobe before directing my attention to the peak of her nipples. She let out a muffled “hmmm” as I dragged the tip of my tongue over the tip, playing with her soft skin. Her scent filled my nostrils, blueberries.

I watched her every move and reaction as I teased and flicked. She was so responsive to me. Her eyes rolled back and she bit her lip. Aspen was putty in my hands.

My free hand moved between her legs, going straight for her entrance and pushing the tip of my finger in. She was already wet.

“What a good girl,” I purred, taking her slickness and rubbing it up and down her center. I brought the finger to my mouth as I hovered over, licking her off me.

“Fuck,” she said, rubbing her sex against my leg for friction. These were officially my favorite pair of jeans.

Pulling away, Aspen groaned in protest. I quickly filled the void with my fingers again. Rubbing her clit, I applied slight pressure with my thumb as I pumped my other finger inside her.

“If you don’t take these damn clothes off now, I’m going to do it myself,” she hissed through her teeth. What the woman wants, she gets. I stood from the bed and made removing my clothes a show.

I didn’t want to rush through this. I wanted to love her and cherish her body. Aspen clearly had other plans. I learned quickly that she liked it rough and fast; she was not the type you made sweet love to, and I was okay with that.

Removing my shirt, I then tossed it on the floor, pausing for a moment to take in her beauty. She had tucked the wet strands of hair behind her ears and watched me with burning intent. I took off my pants and my boxers at the same time in a swift motion. Aspen laid back on her elbows to hold herself up. She had a slight smile on her face as she bit her lip, eyes fully on my cock, she was the definition of perfect.

I reached down and stroked myself with my hand, pumping as I thought of all the dirty things I wanted to do to her. Taking my time, I rounded my tip, warm liquid was coating the skin.

“How do you want my cock?” I asked, not faltering eye contact.

“I’ve never done it standing up,” she confessed. Aspen looked at me through those long lashes, begging me with her hypnotizing blue eyes. I’d been put on this earth to make all her dreams come true, so fucking standing up it was.

Without hesitation, I scooped her in my arms and carried her to my bedroom door. Those curvy legs wrapped around my waist like she had done this a million times as her back slammed against the wood. My hard erection sat between us, the shaft lying against her wetness. I thrust my hip, creating friction between us. Aspen grabbed my face with both of her hands and crashed her lips against mine. We kissed with enough passion to set the world on fire.

Changing the angle, I placed my shaft at her entrance. Lining it up with nothing but pure determination, I drove inside her. She gasped into the kiss as I shoved deeper in, her warmth squeezing around my cock.

“You feel so fucking good,” I groaned, thrusting up into her. She wasn’t kissing me anymore; her head fell back against the door while she moaned my name over and over as I drove into her tight heat. Her pants and gasps charged me as I latched my mouth into her neck and nibbled on the exposed column of her neck.

“Bring me to the bed,” she demanded. I liked this side of her.

Without hesitation, I carried her from the door without taking myself out of her. She wiggled in my hold, rocking against me which felt too fucking good. I tossed her down on the bed and climbed over her, not giving her a moment to rest before diving back in. I wrapped my hand around her throat. My girl seemed to like that. Aspen had this smile on her face and this devilish look in her eyes every time I squeezed down slightly. Her hands found my ass, and she clawed at my skin, shoving me back into her deeper. I let her take control, setting the pace as we moved with each other. Watching her as she came, her tight heat wrapped around me, and I couldn’t hold back my release.

When we were both done, I panted heavily and stayed inside her, needing a moment to catch my breath. Her body slumped against my bedding, my sweaty forehead made contact with hers. We both needed to shower desperately. I wanted to feel bad that I had made her dirty again, but I couldn’t.

I picked her up and carried her to the bathroom. Aspen placed sweet kisses on my neck. I was hopelessly in love with this woman and I meant every word I said. She deserved everything in life and I was going to give it to her.

I placed Aspen down on the small counter in the bathroom and started the shower. “You amaze me,” I muttered to her, pushing a piece of hair behind her ear.

“You said that to me the night you were drunk,” she commented.

“Drunk words are sober thoughts,” I replied, placing one hand on each side of her to lean in for another kiss. Our lips moved in sync while the water warmed the room. Steam was covering the mirror by the time I broke away.

Both naked, we climbed into the small shower. It wasn’t made for two so we’d made it work. I washed her hair first using my shampoo, there was something erotic about knowing she was going to smell like me. Lathering her hair, I took my time and admired her as the suds washed down her body. She moaned at my fingers, messaging the soap into her scalp.

“This is nice,” she mumbled, her eyes closed in bliss.

“It’s even better for me.” I had a perfect view of her body, so I couldn’t complain.

One of her eyes popped open and she shook her head in response. I brought her head under the water and let the shampoo rinse from her hair. Her body was next so I squeezed the scented wash into my hands and rubbed them together to form suds.

I started with her shoulders, rubbing down each arm and over to her breasts. I was getting hard again, wanting to see how good we could fuck in the shower. My mind drifted to all the positions I could take her in such a small space.

“You wanna go again, Cowboy?” She pulled me from my thoughts, nodding her head at my cock.

“See what you do to me?” I quipped, grinning at her. Aspen grabbed my shaft in her hand, stroking me up and down. There was no way in hell I was going to be able to make it go away now.

Aspen pressed her body against mine, and I was a goner. Not only did we go for round two in the shower, but there was round three while we waited for dinner to cook. I was even ready for number four, but she told me she needed a break and didn’t know if she could handle another one. We ended the night by lying on the couch, watching old movies we both have seen multiple time. When she fell asleep in my lap, I carried her to my bed. Nothing could top seeing Aspen Westgrove fast asleep, wrapped in my bed sheets.