“Brady,” she moans, letting her head fall back.
I repeat the motion until her thighs tighten against my body and I know she’s close again. I lift her up and position myself against her opening, holding her weight up as I slowly nudge in and out.
“Holy shit.” She’s shaking again.
Kat leans forward to grip my shoulders, her hips bucking against me. I know she wants to me to fill her. I’m dying to feel her too.
A little whimper leaves her mouth, and it breaks my resolve to go slow. She sinks down on me so fast I see stars.
“Fuck,” I grunt as I take her ass in my hands and slide her up and down on my shaft. “You feel so fucking good.”
Her gasps sound in my ear. “Yes,” she moans on each thrust, encouraging me, so I go faster, until I can’t fucking wait another minute.
I flip her onto her side against the back of the couch and hook her leg over my hip and pump into her. Hard and fast and furious.
Her nails dig into my back. She chants louder.
And when I reach a hand between us and rub that spot, she comes apart, quaking and rolling, squeezing my dick so hard that I follow with my release.
We’re panting and sweaty when I wrap my arms around her and hold her close. She squeezes her thigh muscles, and I laugh from the intensity of still being inside her.
Which makes me realize I never grabbed a condom. After everything she just told me.
I lean up on one arm and gaze down at her. “Sweetheart, we okay just on your birth control?” Kind of an idiotic question to ask after the fact, but I should still ask.
She nods. “Yeah. We’re good.” I kiss her and collapse back down as her leg tightens around my hip. She whispers, “You’re the only one.”
“The only one for what?”
“To go bare.”
It takes a moment for that to sink in.
“Even with your ex?”
She nods, and a primitive sort of pride fills me, the kind that makes me want to toss my girl over my shoulder and run off so no other asshole can appreciate her.
Kissing her lips, I grunt, “Good.” And then it dawns on me. “You’re a first for me too.”
She’s quiet as she runs her hand up and down my bicep. “Really?”
I can hear the happiness in her voice. “For a lot of things, Kat.” And for many more things to come I hope.
Her hair tumbles over us, and I inhale her sweet scent. Mine. This girl is mine. For as long as she’ll have me.
The barn is quiet the next morning when we feed our merry band of random animals. A quiet contentment fills me as I watch Kat pet Sampson, who neighs and huffs against her palm.
“Who took care of these guys while we were gone?” she asks as she brushes out his mane.
“The MacIntyres.”
Bandit pops out of nowhere and grips Kat’s leg in a bear hug.
“Oh, wittle baby,” she coos. “I missed you.”
Kat picks up the raccoon and hugs the thing to her chest. He grins at me over her shoulder.
She’s mine, asshole.
“He peed on my stuff again,” I gripe.
She gasps, narrowing her eyes at him. “You’re a very bad boy. I don’t know what to do with you.”
I take the raccoon out of her hands—holding him at arm’s length, mind you—and set the little bastard on the ground where he scampers off to harass the goats.
Reaching for Katherine, I just hold her for a moment before I whisper, “I’ve been a bad boy too.”
She laughs, and I squeeze her tighter.
We stroll back to the house hand-in-hand and head into the kitchen where Mrs. Mac is giving Izzy a snack. Our neighbor raises an eyebrow. “So are you two lovebirds official now or what?”
I laugh. “Yup. We’re official.”
“Thank goodness.” She motions toward the other room in a less than covert way and chirps, “Well, I see you have things to do around here, so I’ll be getting outta your hair.”
As soon as the front door closes, Kat laughs. “What in the world was that about?”
“A surprise,” I call out as I get a box out of the office. It jerks in my arms, and I steady it and hold the gift out to Kat, who grins.
She’s reaching for the lid when it pops open, and a furry face meows at her.
“Valentine!” she squeals and grabs her favorite kitten. “You got him back for me?”
“Yeah. I felt bad about giving them away. I figured, what the hell? It’s one kitten. Besides, Bandit needs a buddy.”
She squishes me in a hug, and I laugh and wrap my arms around her, careful not to hurt the furball.
Once she’s done smothering Valentine, I sit her at the table next to Izzy’s high chair and take a deep breath before I hand her a jewelry box.
I rub my chin with the back of my knuckles. “I brought this with me to Corpus, but then decided to wait until we got home. And then I wanted to give it to you last night by the Christmas tree, but we got naked instead.”
“Naked!” Izzy yells. “Naked, naked, naked.”
Dammit.
“Brady Shepherd.” Kat folds her arms. “You are a naughty boy.”
I lean close and whisper into her ear. “I might need to be punished later.”
She gives me a playful smack, and I laugh.