Bouquets and Buckles: An Age Gap, Snowed In, Cowboy Romance (Crimson Ridge)
Bouquets and Buckles: Chapter 11

We should probably be talking about why this girl has ended up in my house, on my kitchen table, with my tongue running up her slender throat.

But right now, I get the impression that Skylar doesn’t have any interest in talking.

Maybe that makes me an even worse person, but the fact that this beautiful girl has been left all alone on Christmas Eve makes me determined to show her just how much she is wanted.

Fuck talking. That can come later.

I spit the whiskey into her mouth, letting the liquid trickle down, and watch, captivated, as her blue eyes go wide and she gulps everything down. The quick swipe of her tongue to wet those damn plush lips of hers, has me going damn feral in an instant.

I fall on her with a noise that comes up from somewhere deep in my chest.

Sealing our lips together, it’s hot and wet, and she tastes like I’ve completely lost my damn mind. Except, it’s the single most incredible thing, feeling her softness and eagerness and the perfect way that she seems to fit against me.

We kiss like we’ve done this a thousand times before, and this is just one of many, many nights where I’ve been given the gift of the beautiful girl who hums into my mouth and makes the sweetest little whimpering noises.

“Want more?” I growl against her, meeting those panting breaths of hers in an effort to disguise my own.

Skylar whimpers, and I suck down on her tongue. Each second that our mouths keep searching and exploring, while my grip tightens in her hair, well, I’m ever closer to losing my damn mind.

“If that’s what you want, I’m starting here.” Reluctantly, I draw back, leaving her hastily wetting her lips, no doubt tasting the lingering hint of whiskey from both our mouths. This girl is something else entirely, looking gorgeous, flushed as all hell, and turned the fuck on. My fingers replace the flimsy hem of her top, where the translucent material skims the high waistband on her skirt. “First, I’m starting with this slutty little tease of a thing. You think you can walk in here dressed like that without consequences?”

Seeing her little smile and flash of desire lighting her eyes feels like winning a goddamn buckle.

“Did I do something naughty?”

Oh, this girl wants to play those kinds of games.

“Extremely. Did you know I can see your bra?”

She feigns innocence, biting her cheek and shaking her head. As those pastel pink locks swing around her face, my dick is a steel bar inside my jeans.

I click my tongue, and she shivers. “You’re not even sorry, are you? Parading around in here with your tits hanging out.” I scold, hooking the fabric and sliding it up to sit over the swell of her breasts.

“I didn’t mean to.”

“I’m curious what you thought was going to happen. Did you think you wouldn’t get caught being a little cock tease? Wandering around my ranch in those tiny cut-offs all summer? Creeping into the kitchen at this time of night wearing next to nothing.”

“Sorry, I know I shouldn’t have.” Her chest rises and falls quicker as the backs of my fingers graze the softness of her cleavage.

Christ, it’s taking everything in me to play this game and not tear each item of clothing off her in a frenzy.

“Well, you’ve landed yourself in big trouble now.” Lowering my head, I take the top of her bra in my mouth and tug it down. Her breast pops free, pale, plump flesh, and rosy pink budded nipple right there, ready for the taking. “So much trouble.” I quickly repeat the process on the other side.

“God, please.” She lets out a soft moan as I run my nose and lips up the soft curve, until I reach the tightly furled bud.

“Bad girls don’t get to ask for anything.” I take the opportunity to blow gently on her nipple, and she squirms beautifully. Once again, I draw back, and it almost fucking kills me. Both her tits are squeezed and framed by the criss-crossed, sexy fucking black straps covering the front. Pressing her flesh and putting it on the most erotic display. Even though it pains me not to take her breast into my mouth—to suck down and hear her soft noises of pleasure like I goddamn want to—my next move is going to make it worth the fraction of extra time ‘til I do so. To make this teasing and taunting worth it when I finally get to taste her nipples like I’m damn well salivating for.

Picking up the whiskey, I press the rim against the line where one of the black straps curves across her cleavage. Skylar quivers, breathing fast, as I let my eyes rake over the pair of breasts I should never have been given permission to see, let alone play with like this.

“Slutty little teases sit there quietly and take their punishment.” Tipping the glass, I let a tiny trickle roll down her flesh, letting it run in a delicious track down the curve to cover her nipple, where it beads and hangs full and glistening.

Skylar lets out a soft, porny fucking noise. One that shoots straight to my balls and makes my cock jerk inside my jeans.

I repeat the process on the other side, coating her other nipple, before taking a moment to admire the sight. Both are glossy and have deepened to a more flushed shade. The vision of her, leaning back on her hands, tits bound up in that harness, with knees spread wide… that snaps my leash.

My mouth fastens over her breast. I’m swirling my tongue and sucking on her tight nipple, tasting the hit of whiskey and her scent while my hands wrap around and squeeze the outside of her soft thighs.

She tastes like everything fucking sweet and good and forbidden.

There’s no way this girl can be for me, and yet I want to spend all night exploring all the ways I can make my son’s best friend since they were both teenagers scream my name.