36. Bonus Chapter

Thirty Six

Bonus Chapter

Aspen

Check. Mate .

I couldn’t contain my laughter when I saw Boone come out from his cabin. It was one of those times where the more you weren’t supposed to laugh, the funnier something was. I planned to wait until he left in the morning for him to find out. The anticipation gnawed at me.

“What’s going on?” Boone stepped onto my porch wearing his pajama pants, slippers, and a sweatshirt with the hood sitting lazily on the top of his head. I was a shit liar and an even shittier prankster.

“Nothing!” I squealed, unable to contain anymore as the laughter slipped past my lips. Besides the horrifying noises I was making, my face was red, and the fact I wasn’t able to make eye contact made it apparent that I did do something. “Well,” I quickly followed, “nothing bad .”

Boone wasn’t going to let it slide. He stood before me as I sat on my porch swing, hands on his hips. Do I give in since he knew something was up, or do I collect my composure and maintain my innocence? The latter honestly wasn’t an option. Under his scrutiny, I folded like a damn lawn chair.

“Fine!” I huffed. I closed my book, put down my glass of wine, and stood up. “But, I’m giving you a hint, and you have to figure out the rest.”

“Mmmm,” Boone hummed, standing toe to toe with me, his hands still resting on each hip.

“Rodeo,” That was the only word I said. I knew instantly he was following.

“That fucking bunny. I knew it was a bad idea! Where the hell is it?” he asked, trying to keep his composure. I saw the grin forming on his face. The bunny he won me at the rodeo had been squatting in my living room, rent-free. I say that because it’s so big it should be paying rent for the space it takes up. I’d been waiting for the perfect moment to tease Boone with the gigantic animal. When he showered tonight, I was feeling a little risky, so I snuck into his house with the perfect plan in place.

In response to Boone, I shrugged with a grin on my lips. Boone took off down the steps, and I ran after him. We walked into his cabin first.

“If it were in here, there’d be no way I’d miss it,” he mumbled, weaving in and out of each room. I stayed close behind him, laughing and watching the scenario unfold.

“You’re right, you would,” I replied.

Boone spun around, we were face to face standing in his living room. I looked up, and he peered down at me. His eyes squinted like he was reading every one of my deepest thoughts.

“My truck,” he hissed.

Bingo . Without saying anything else, Boone went back outside and straight to the passenger door. When I looked inside at what I’d done, I lost it again.

Buckled in the seat was the bright pink bunny wearing his cowboy hat. I was doubled over, laughing hysterically. I wanted him to find it in the morning, but I’m glad I saw his reaction. Boone stood with his back towards me. He lowered his head and shook it side to side. When he spun, he had his hands on his hips again and his tongue pushed against the inside of his cheek as he smiled.

“Surprise!” I said, “I wanted you to–” My sentence was cut off by Boone picking me up and tossing me over his shoulder.

“You think you’re funny, Darling? I’ll show you just how funny I think you are,” Boone growled and carried me inside his cabin again.

My core clenched at his voice dropping a few octaves. Usually, the consequences scared me. I was willing to accept whatever Boone was about to do with open arms.

The front door slammed as Boone kicked it shut. He carried me past the kitchen and down the hall to his bedroom. Adrenaline was pumping through me, anticipation lingering at the thought of where this was about to go. I craved Boone in every way. He threw me down on the bed and grabbed both of my ankles to flip me onto my stomach. He wasn’t giving me an ounce of control; he was in charge, and I liked it. Even though he couldn’t see my face, I grinned. This side of Boone was one of my favorites.

I felt him touch my hips and then dip into the waistband of my sweatpants. In one swift movement, he tore off my underwear and pants leaving me in my worn t-shirt. My ass was exposed, the skin reacting to the chill in the air.

Boone’s hand found my ass, leaving a smack against the skin. I yelped in surprise but yearned for more. I lifted my ass slightly, wagging it to teach him. Behind me, he huffed. I couldn’t see anything he was doing, which added to the pleasure. There was a loud smack and a stinging sensation against the same skin. If I wasn’t wet before, I definitely am now.

“You like that?” Boone asked, palming where he slapped, dulling the pain.

“Mhm,” I hummed into the bedding. He grabbed my hips and yanked upward so my ass was in the air. With another smack, he followed the sting with kisses on the raised flesh.

Need pulsed through me, a tangible sensation of emptiness, and Boone was the only thing that could fill it. I felt the bed dip behind me. Boone was climbing up to get into position. I felt the soft skin of his cock brush against my ass and down to my center. He ran the tip along me. The anticipation was too much. I was growing frustrated. The teasing was pushing me over the edge. I knew he was doing it on purpose.

“I’m taking my time with you. Consider that the punishment,” Boone taunted, still playing with me. He stopped rubbing his length against me and ran two fingers in its wake. There was slight pressure against my entrance that quickly disappeared. I groaned and shoved my face into the bed. I was dripping, needy and desperate waiting for him to push inside.

“Boone,” I begged. I didn’t recognize my voice as it came out more of a whimper.

“Tell me what you need.” Boone removed his fingers from me, replacing it with his tongue. In one movement, he licked me from my clit to my entrance. My toes curled in pleasure, and I was taken by surprise at the wet sensation. Forming words was not a possibility at the moment, so I groaned instead.

Boone let out a devilish laugh. “I’m gonna need words, Darling.”

“You. I need you. Now.”

Deciding to put me out of my misery, Boone drove inside me.