Kiss My Boots (Coming Home #2)

“You givin’ him your forever?” I slip the thick head in, hissing when her wet heat surrounds me.

“God, yes,” she moans, her heart in her eyes.

“Never, Quinn. I’ll never spend another day without you in it. You hear me?”

She nods and I push an inch in, making her whine.

“I’ll spend every day makin’ up for the time we lost. That pain will never touch you again.”

“You,” she gasps when I feed another few inches of myself into her body. “You don’t have to make up for it, it wasn’t . . .” She moans and bows her back off the exam table, another two inches inside her. “Wasn’t your fault . . . forgive you,” she whispers, her whole body trembling.

“Fuck,” I rumble, her words hitting me straight in the chest. Then I slam into her, the rest of my cock gliding deep until my balls are pressed tight against her ass. I reach back and grab her thighs, lifting her feet out of the stirrups and, praying to God she can see my feelings for her written all over my face, I start to power my body into hers.

The sound of our wet flesh connecting, the scent of our sex heating up in the air around us, the promise of forever confirmed in her eyes—all of this makes me feel overcome with emotion, and my thrusts falter, making my pelvis grind against her clit. That’s all it takes for her to cry out, dig her nails in my forearms, and suck me deep while she comes all over my cock.

I’m not even a second behind her.

When the dregs of my release are sucked from my cock by her pulsing cunt, I collapse on top of her, our sweaty chests gliding against each other.

She looks up, a dreamy-as-fuck expression on her face, and smiles, pushing some of my sweaty hair out of my eyes, a mischievous glint in her eyes.

“Thanks for fittin’ me in, Doc.”





21


QUINN


“Strawberry Wine” by Deana Carter

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“You look beautiful.”

I feel my chin tremble and I nod in agreement, knowing I’m seconds away from turning into a blubbering mess.

“Thanks,” Leigh says, turning from the mirror to look at Clay, her eyes shining. It’s Leigh and Mav’s wedding day, and while part of me can’t believe it’s already here, another part of me feels like all of us Davis clan have been waiting on this damn near forever. Waiting to call Leigh our sister and finally make it official.

“Goes without sayin’, but I’m gonna say it anyway: I’m happy as hell that you’re officially goin’ to be a part of our family, like you’ve always been meant to be.” His deep voice is steady even though I can tell by the tight hold he’s got on his body that this moment is just as emotional for him as it is for me.

“If you make her cry, I’ll kick your ass,” I try to joke, but my voice comes out weak and wobbly.

“You ready, sugar?” Clay asks Leighton, and when she nods, I feel a new burst of emotion clawing up my throat.

“You’re about to be my sister,” I breathe, walking toward her from the wall I was leaning against.

Her chin wobbles this time, and I shut my mouth before I turn us both into sniveling messes. I wrap my arms around her, the simple lace wedding gown feeling just as perfect to the touch as it looks clinging tightly around her body. Somehow Leigh looks both comfortably casual and like she’s about ready to hit the red carpet at the same time. From chest to hips, the material fits her like a glove; then it flares out to a knee-length skirt. I French-braided her hair earlier, twisting the braid so that it falls over one shoulder. Her makeup is elegant and simple except for her lips, a bright ruby red slash across her face that gives her a vibe of sophistication and drama. She looks like a princess.

“I love you,” I whisper in her ear.

“I love you back, sister.”

It takes me the whole walk to the front of her house before I’m able to successfully blink the tears completely away, avoiding ruining the mascara that I put on. I might not wear makeup often, but when I do, I want it to look perfect, dammit.

When we get to the front of Leigh and Maverick’s house, Tate is sitting in the front seat of the golf cart that’ll take us to the back pasture, a place that I know means a whole helluva lot to Maverick and Leigh—it’s where they first began their romance when they were just kids, and where they rekindled it as adults. Seeing Tate looking damn fine in a fresh button-down shirt and slim-fitting Wranglers is, thankfully, enough of a distraction that I’m finally able to fully compose myself.

Clay helps Leigh step up onto the back of the cart. Her teal cowboy boots, which match the ones on my feet, are so polished they gleam in the bright sunlight. Then he settles in next to her, ready to walk her down the aisle to Maverick in just a few short minutes.

I follow suit, climbing into the front seat, but nowhere near as ladylike a fashion as Leigh because in the process, I flash Tate a glimpse of my black lace panties.

“Nice,” he mumbles under his breath.

“Kiss my boots, Starch,” I fire back with a smile.

“Gladly.” He winks.

“Knock that shit off,” Clay complains, thumping Tate on the shoulder.

I spend the whole ride giggling to myself as Clay continues to groan in the back about needing to bleach his ears.

Of course, my laughter turns into one hell of a sniffle when I see my handsome brother waiting for his bride in the middle of “their pasture,” his uncle standing next to him and Pastor John on the other side. Aside from Jana, waiting with the breeze blowing her curls around her face, and her man, Bart, no one else is present except for God himself, which is just how Leigh and Mav wanted it.

The day couldn’t be more perfect if the weather had been ordered up. It’s still hotter than hell, but a soft breeze keeps things comfortable. The wind keeps kicking up just so, turning the green valley around us into some sort of giant wave. Even the air seems to be humming, coming alive. Part of me wonders if it’s the aura of Leigh’s departed parents surrounding us with their love for her.

Whatever it is, it’s all mixing together into one stunning cocktail.

It’s perfect.

I sniffle again and Tate chuckles low under his breath. I don’t even care now if I ruin my makeup, because the second I see Maverick get his first full glimpse of Leigh, I’m a goner.