Made for You

  His thumbs gently moved across my wet cheeks. “Why the tears?”

  “Just being emotional, that’s all. I’m fine, I promise.”

  The way his eyes filled with concern and he searched my face to see if I was speaking the truth, touched my heart so. I loved this man. Even with everything that had happened, I loved him.

  “How about dinner at my place tonight?”

  Wiggling his brows, he leaned down and gently brushed his lips over mine before placing a soft kiss on them. “I think that sounds amazing.”

  “I’m going to try a new dish on you.”

  Holden laughed. “If my memory serves me right, the last time you did that, we had to go to Whataburger for dinner.”

  Slapping him on the chest, I shot him a dirty look. “Well, that is not an option since we are not in College Station and pretty much only have peanut butter and jelly.”

  Holden glanced over my shoulder, pulling me closer, he softly spoke. “She went inside so now I can really tell you what I want for dinner.”

  My heart rate spiked and I asked, “Wh-what do you really want?”

  “My face buried between your legs, tasting that sweeter-than-honey cream of yours.”

  I swallowed hard then parted my mouth open. “Oh.”

  With a smile that made my legs weak, his hand moved under my T-shirt and up to my breasts. Pushing my bra up, he pinched a nipple, causing me to gasp. “God, do you have any idea how much you turn me on, Em?”

  Gripping onto his arms, I tried to form words but my head was spinning, causing me to sway. “I know what I want for dessert,” I finally managed to say.

  Now his lips were on my neck, placing one burning kiss after another on my skin. “What’s that, baby?”

  “You, buried inside of me, Holden. I can’t take it anymore. I want you so much.”

  His head pulled back with a concerned look. “Are you sure?”

  Pulling my lip between my teeth, I nodded. “I’ve never been so sure of anything in my life.”

  “Fuck if I don’t want to take you right here, right now.”

  My eyes darted to the barn and I was about to make a suggestion. To hell with the dinner and making everything special. I needed him. Now.

  “Well, you can’t.”

  Holden and I both froze at the sound of Becca’s voice. When he lifted his gaze, Holden frowned. “Hey y’all.”

  My heart dropped and disappointment rushed over my body when I saw Becca standing there.

  Becca lifted her brows as she looked directly at me. “Wow, sounds like things were getting a little hot and heavy out here. I take it you’ve moved from the slow lane to the fast lane.” Making a sexual reference with her hands, she added, “Vroom vroom.”

  I snarled my lip up at Becca then rolled my eyes. “You always did have terrible timing and a dirty mind.”

  She laughed and shook her head. “Mason asked me to see if you can go help the boys in the south pasture, Holden. I guess a couple sneaky cows decided to bust out.”

  Holden grunted. “Why can’t he go?”

  Leaning back against his chest, he wrapped his arms around me and I settled into his body.

  “The security people are here to upgrade the systems on all of the houses on the ranch. They’re starting with the main house, and Sam and Debbie said they were heading into town and asked Mason to handle it.”

  With what sounded like a snort, Holden dropped his arms from around me. “I guess this is the punishment of the prodigal son. My turn to do the grunt work since Mason’s been doing it.”

  I tried hard not to laugh, but it was true. Sam was at times treating Holden like one of the ranch hands he was testing out to see if they could hang. I was impressed Holden was taking it like a champ. Not only was he trying hard with us by taking things slow and showering me with attention, but he was bending over backward to please his father. I’d overheard Sam telling Mason this morning to give Holden two more days of hard work, then bring him up to speed on the upcoming hunting season.

  “Do you want to head to your house together, in case those assholes are still hanging around?”

  Lifting my hand to his cheek, he leaned gently into it. “No. I’ll be fine.”

  His face constricted and he was about to argue. “Holden. We can’t hide forever. The sooner we move on and let Daphne know she hasn’t won, the better.”

  “Yeah. If only it was that easy. I’m so sorry, babe.”

  “Hey, it’s you and me remember? Nothing is going to come between us.”

  With a smile that reconfirmed my words, he kissed me. Not just any kiss. A kiss that I felt in the tip of my toes.

  “I’ll be at your place around five.”

  “Perfect.”

  An evil grin moved slowly over his face. “I’ll bring sandwiches, just in case.”

  Slapping him on the chest, I gave him a push as he grabbed his hat from the chair and put it back on.

  Holden in a cowboy hat. Yummy.

  I watched while he made his way to the ranch truck. The way his jeans hugged his firm ass only ignited the desire more. Maybe I’d just make something quick for dinner, like tacos.

  Becca walked up and stood next to me and purred, “Gotta love those Wranglers, huh?”

  “Oh yeah,” I replied with a chuckle.

  We both sighed and then laughed. Looping my arm in hers, we headed into the house. “I’ve got a few things I need to catch up on at my desk then I’m going to venture through the mess at the front entrance.”

  “Do you want me to go back with you?”

  Brushing off the gesture with my hand, I replied, “Nah. Honestly we need to move on. Let them take their pictures and spit out their words. I’ll put my headphones in and ignore them.”

  Becca laughed. “That’s my girl.” We stopped outside the door to my office. Becca leaned against the door jam and asked, “So dinner tonight at your place, huh? Are y’all going to feed the kitty?”

  Narrowing my gaze, I looked at her with a confused expression. “What kitty?”

  She rolled her eyes. “Hide the snack in the bush?”

  “What in the hell are you talking about?”

  She sighed while placing her hands on her hips. “Come on, Em. Are y’all going to churn the butter?”

  I stared at her with a blank expression.

  “Part the pink sea?” Her brows wiggled and it finally hit me what she was trying to say.

  “Ohmygawd. You are … good lord, Becca! No wonder you got pregnant so young!”

  “What’s going on?” Mason asked walking up.

  Shooting Becca a disgusted look, I turned to Mason and pointed to Becca. “Good luck with this one.”

  I walked into my office and shut the door. The quicker I finished ordering the protein pellets for the feeders and the seeds for the fall food plot, the faster I could get to the store to buy everything I needed for the creamy chicken fajita pasta I was going to make Holden.

  With a smile on my face and feeling completely and utterly happy, I got to work. There was no way to explain it, but knowing Holden and I would finally be making love tonight, I knew everything was going to be okay.

  Daphne was never going to win.

  Ever.

  PULLING UP TO Emylie’s small two-bedroom house, I parked in the driveway. Glancing around, I noticed there were no press to be found anywhere.

  I got out and shut the door as I took another good look around while I made my way up the porch to her door. Before I had a chance to ring the doorbell, the door opened. My mouth fell open at the sight before me. Emylie was dressed in a light purple sundress. The way it hugged her perfect body made my dick instantly hard. My gaze traveled down her body. I could already picture those legs wrapped around my back as she urged me deeper inside of her.

  With a groan, I ran my hand through my hair and looked back up at her. The way her brown eyes caught the light had my stomach jumping and a tightness growing in my chest. I handed her the bouquet of wild flowers.
“You look beautiful, Em.”

  She motioned for me to come in. Burying her nose in the flowers, she inhaled deeply. “You’re spoiling me with all these flowers, Mr. Warner.”

  With a tender smile, I replied, “I could never spoil you enough, Em.”

  She motioned for me to come in. “Come on in before the vultures show back up.”

  Stepping into the house, I asked, “Speaking of, where did they go?”

  “I picked my mom up on the way back home after the store. I hid in the back seat and she wore a hat and sunglasses. She pulled into the garage and I got out and unpacked the groceries. Then she pulled back out and they all followed her. They think I’m currently at my poor parents’ house.”

  With a moan, I dropped my head. “Mario is going to kill me.”

  Chuckling, I reached up on my toes and kissed his lips. “He loves you.”

  “Ha!” I said as I took off my hat and tossed it onto the table in the foyer. “Tolerates me is more like it.”

  Taking in a deep breath through my nose, I asked, “What is that heavenly smell?”

  Emylie headed into her kitchen as I followed her. “Pasta.”

  I took everything in as I made my way through her house. “I like what you did to your grandma’s house, Em.”

  She stopped and turned to me. “Want a tour? I forgot you haven’t seen it since I moved in.”

  My stomach growled and she glanced down. “Sounds like you’d rather eat first.”

  “I’m starving.”

  She giggled. “Then let’s eat!”

  I watched her move about the updated kitchen as she stirred something in a stock pot. My dick grew harder the more I watched her. Each time she leaned over or reached for something, her dress lifted a bit more, teasing me until my cock was so hard it ached.

  “Will you please get the wine over there on the counter and two glasses?” she asked with the sweetest smile on her face. “If you’ll bring it into the dining room, that would be wonderful!”

  “Sure,” I said as I adjusted my cock and grabbed the bottle of Shiraz along with two wine glasses. Pouring us each a glass, I set it next to each dish. The smell of spices filled the room when Emylie placed the bowl full of pasta onto the table.

  “Damn, Em. That looks amazing.”

  With a huge grin on her face, she softly replied, “Thanks. It’s creamy chicken fajita pasta. It’s a bit spicy. I hope you still like spicy food.”

  Her face blushed and I wasn’t sure why. Did a memory surface maybe?

  “I love spicy food.”

  Her teeth sunk into her lip and she crossed her legs. Oh hell. She was as turned on as I was. What in the hell is she thinking about?

  Then it hit me.

  The Mexican restaurant in College Station we ate at when I surprised her with a visit our sophomore year. The dish we ordered was so fucking spicy we could hardly eat it. We ended up having to pull over on the side of the road because Emylie had drank so much water trying to cool her mouth down. She had to pee and couldn’t wait to get back to her place. Before I knew it, I was fucking her up against my truck on the side of the highway. Impulsive sex is the best.

  I watched as Emylie looked my body over. When she took a step closer to me, I knew she wanted me as much as I wanted her. This wasn’t how I wanted our first time back together to be. No, I had it all planned out. I was going to give her body the attention it deserved and slowly sink myself into her then make love to her all night.

  “Holden,” she whispered. “I need you so badly it hurts to breathe.”

  My heart slammed in my chest. “Jesus, Em. I want to bend you over this table and take you from behind, but that’s not how I wanted our first time back together to be, baby.”

  She nodded, a look of disappointment washed over her face. Walking over, I pulled out her chair as she sat down. My fingers lightly moved up her arm. I watched goosebumps erupt over her delicate skin and it was a glorious sight.

  Taking a seat across from her, I lifted my wine glass. “To us.”

  She grinned and mimicked the motion. “To us.”

  The taste of the wine seemed to only heighten my desire for Emylie. I wasn’t much of a wine drinker, but for some reason that wine on this night with the love of my life sitting in front of me, was the best tasting wine I’d ever had.

  “I like the wine,” I said while I took another drink.

  “It’s one of my favorites. My dad picked it up at one of the wineries in Fredericksburg he took mom to for their anniversary. I’ve been hooked ever since.”

  For some odd reason, I wanted to ask her if she and Mason had drunk it together, but I pushed the jealous thought from my mind. I took a bite of the chicken and pasta and moaned in heavenly delight. “Holy shit. This is amazing.”

  Her chest puffed out and she wore a proud expression. “See. I told you I could cook. I learned a thing or two while you were … um … gone.”

  I forced a smile. What other things had she learned and how much of it was from my best friend?

  Fuck. Stop this, Holden. What in the hell is wrong with me?

  Emylie started making small talk. Asking me about the fence. Was there a lot of paparazzi at the gate when I left? Did I think my father would work me like a first year ranch hand all summer? Anything to keep the conversation going.

  I answered each question with a question of my own. How did she like working for my father? What her last year in college was like? And when Becca finally wised up to her cheating ex. We laughed, drank more wine, ate a second helping of dinner and then cleaned off the table. It was clear the direction of the conversation moved us both away from the hungry desire to rip each other’s clothes off.

  When I dried the last plate, I turned to see her standing there. She looked so damn innocent, but her eyes were telling another story. Her brown hair was pulled up exposing her neck to me.

  Dropping the towel on the counter, I made my way over to her. My lips gently kissed along her neck, pulling out a long soft sigh from her.

  “I can’t wait any longer, Holden. I’m going to explode.”

  She turned and pressed her body against mine as our lips locked together. The kiss turned frantic and needy. Our tongues moved against each other so fast and our teeth clashed.

  “Take this off,” she mumbled against my lips as she tried to untuck my shirt. I reached up and pulled it out as she hurriedly unbuttoned it. The second her hands landed on my bare chest, we both let out a moan. She pushed the shirt off my shoulders and began working on my belt buckle.

  “Faster, Holden. I need you now.”

  Helping her out, I ripped my belt off my jeans. “I’m so fucking hard, Em. I swear if you touched me, I’d come.”

  She smiled and lifted her dress over her head only to reveal she hadn’t had any panties or bra on. “Jesus … did the whole fucking house just shake?”

  Her hands came up to her tits and she cupped each one, causing me to take myself in my hand. It was hot as hell watching her play with her nipples.

  “My God, I’ve missed you.”

  “I’ve missed you, Holden. So much.”

  Reaching out, I pushed her hand away and took a nipple into my mouth.

  Slow.

  Go slow.

  Her hand laced into my hair where she grabbed it and pulled me closer to her. Silently begging me for more.

  When her other hand made its way between her legs, she let out a low growl from the back of her throat, I lost it.

  “Fuck slow,” I mumbled as I lifted her up. “Em, I can’t do slow or romantic. I need to fuck you like I’ve never fucked you before.”

  She wrapped her legs around my body. “I’m yours, Holden. Please. I can’t wait another second.”

  Moving my cock, I felt her warm wet pussy. My eyes about rolled to the back of my head. “Oh, baby,” I whispered as I set her down and she sank slowly onto me.

  “Oh God,” she whimpered.

  “You okay?”

  She wrapped her
arms around my neck. “Don’t stop. Please don’t stop. It’s tight, but it feels so good.”

  “It feels better than good. It feels fucking amazing.”

  “More. I want more.”

  Walking her back against the wall, I pulled out and pushed back into her, causing us both to hiss out a “Yessss.”

  The way her pussy clenched down on my cock had me fighting like hell to keep from losing it.

  Every time with Emylie was fantastic, but this time it was so much more. I wanted to go faster. Harder. Each time I pulled out, I pushed in harder while fighting to hold off until she came.

  “Em … I’m so close.”

  She dropped her head back against the wall and panted out. “Harder.”

  I gave her what she wanted. The feel of her pussy starting to bare down on my cock was more than I could take. I fought it off. There was no way I would rob her of an orgasm. Moving my hips slightly, I hit the spot she needed. Calling out my name, she dug her nails into my shoulders.

  “Yes! I’m going to come. Oh God!”

  One more hard push in and I was coming along with her. My face buried in her neck and her name being called out. I was almost positive she was still coming as I felt her pulling every drop out of me.

  Everything went dark as I held her trembling body. Forcing my own body to stay upright.

  I didn’t want to move. I wanted to stay inside her forever. Like this, we were perfect. Everything was perfect. The outside world didn’t exist.

  “Holden?” she spoke my name so quietly I barely heard it.

  “Yeah, babe?”

  “I love you.”

  I tilted my head back so I could look into her eyes, and my breath caught when I saw her tears. “Baby, I love you too. Please tell me those are happy tears.”

  She nodded while pressing her lips together tighter. “Tell me why you’re crying.”

  With a trembling chin, she answered me. “I’ve been dreaming of this moment for so long. My head told me I needed to move on and forget you, but my heart never gave up hope.”

  “I don’t deserve your love, Em. But I promise I’ll show you every day how much I treasure it. You’re my air. The reason I breathe. I was made for you. Only you.”