Cash was pissed. She got it. She’d been tossed off a horse he’d told her not to ride. She knew he was concerned about Clay’s upcoming trial. He didn’t need to be worried about her getting hurt while he was away. If he hadn’t come home early, he would never have seen her spectacular flying dismount from the unruly colt. It wasn’t getting bucked off that hurt, it was hitting the hard ground when she landed.

She’d heard the slamming truck door and had known it was his. He’d cleared the corral fence in one leap and had scooped her up off the ground before anyone else had been able to help her. Cradling her close to his chest, he carried her into the house and up to their bedroom. Fear and anger flowed down the tether, being over-ridden by concern and then lust.

He set her on her feet, holding her close and stripping her of her clothing. Naked, he picked her up and laid her on their bed. “God you’re beautiful. I missed you so much.”

Evie laughed. “You only left yesterday morning after what I recall was a particularly spectacular night of righteous sex.”

He grinned. “I love you,” he said, shrugging out of his own clothes. “Time isn’t relative where you’re concerned. If I can’t reach out and touch you, I miss you. It’s a deep ache in my soul that only you can ease. I ought to blister your butt for getting on that colt. We have ranch hands to do that kind of thing.”

Evie said nothing, just allowed her feelings for the man who stood looking at her through hooded eyes to flow through the tether. No man compared to Cash Waverly. In her mind, he was perfect. That wasn’t to say they didn’t have their share of arguments, but she never doubted the depth of his love or his commitment to her and their life at River Run.

He leaned down, his mouth hovering over hers. “I’ll leave the spanking you’re due until later. I need to be inside you.”

He kissed her, his tongue foraging deep to slide along hers—enticing, dancing, arousing. His lips moved across her skin, murmuring words of longing and love as he worshipped her. Evie’s hands tangled in his dark, silky hair, holding him close as he moved down her body—licking, sucking, nipping, bringing to life the embers of desire he had carefully banked the day before. Often with Cash, arousal burned like a wildfire—out of control, consuming them both. Other times it was like this, slowly building from the eternal flame that seemed to burn between them.

Cash licked around her areola, swirling his tongue in constricting circles until he reached her nipple and sucked it in. His other hand came up to play with the breast not being heated by his warm mouth. Evie moaned and arched up, pushing herself deeper. He pinched one nipple as he lightly bit the other. She writhed beneath him, groaning and needing him, as he switched breasts and repeated his actions. Her pussy pulsed, softening and readying her for his possession.

He crawled up on the bed beside her, settling himself between her thighs, spreading them open.

“You have the most beautiful pussy,” he said, his eyes glazing over.

“How would you know?” she teased.

“I’ve seen more than my fair share. I’m a connoisseur. Once I beheld yours I’ve never wanted another,” he said, trailing his fingers down from her navel to her weeping slit.

It was at times like this that she felt the power in and of their relationship. Cash might be all dominant lion, but he took great comfort and satisfaction in the gift of her submission. He ensured she knew that he treasured it and her. As he stroked her, a light, gentle caress from her swollen nub, through her wet labia to circle the entry to her core, she felt emboldened and empowered. She stood on the razor’s edge—wanting and needing him in a way she’d never needed another.

Cash stretched out between her legs, his head resting on her mons.

“What are you doing?”

“Inspecting my property,” he said before swiping his tongue in a long pass from her clit down to her pussy, flicking it just inside the opening. “You’re so fucking wet, Evie. Did you miss me last night? Did you lie here and think about all the other nights when you don’t get enough sleep because I keep waking you up to fuck you?”

“You have no idea how much I missed you. Three times I had to get up and take a cold shower because I’m not allowed to touch myself.”

“Good girl,” he purred. “I’ve told you, I don’t share my toys and you, my beautiful mate, are my favorite toy of all.”

He licked her again, a long slow swipe of his tongue from clit to slit and back again. Her body trembled in response. No one had ever been able to undo her with the ease and frequency that Cash did. She had given up the idea of ever being able to resist him and the pleasure he gave her.

Cash nuzzled her labia. She could feel his breath on her sensitive skin and when he chuckled or groaned, the vibration seemed to float along her flesh to enter the tether and spread through her system. He inhaled deeply, reveling in her scent and growling low to let her know he recognized her arousal and the cause of it.

His tongue never stopped moving as he penetrated her cunt with one finger. The tiny muscles in her sheath contracted all around it as she gasped in an orgasm that seemed small, but that shook her to her core. Cash licked all of the honey that flowed from her body in response to him.

“Nothing tastes as good as you do, Evie. You’re my favorite flavor.”

He nuzzled her clit, then flicked it with his tongue as his finger remained deep inside her. She arched her hips, trying to take him deeper. Cash withdrew and spanked her swollen pussy, making her whimper.

“You take what I give you when I give it to you.”

“Yes, Cash. I just missed you so much.”

“Better,” he said settling himself back in position.

His tongue widened as he ran it all along her tender bits. She moaned as he replaced the single digit with two. Cash curled his fingers deep inside her, pressing against her G-spot, fucking her with them. Leaning forward he nipped her swollen nub, before sucking it into his mouth.

“Cash,” she cried as another climax claimed her and her body convulsed, suffusing her entire being with pleasure.

He moved up her body, covering her, removing his fingers to thrust his cock deep inside her in one long push. He fucked into her, allowing himself to rest on her, his weight pressing her body into the soft mattress. Cash dragged his cock back and began to move, kissing her, stroking her, mouths fused together as his hands tangled in her hair.

Cash rocked his hips hard, twisting in order to brush her clit each time he drove forward. Over and over, he pounded into her, riding her through two more orgasms as she clung to him, her nails inflicting deep scratches along his back.

The first time he’d removed his shirt and the claw had seen evidence of their passion, she had flushed beet red until he’d given the ranch hands a scathing retort that they were just jealous they didn’t provoke that kind of response from the women or she-cats they fucked. That had shut them up and from then on, she’d taken a perverse pride in seeing them there.

His hands moved from her hair to her hips as he held her steady and began to hammer her pussy with purpose and power. Evie could feel the tension building again and felt as though she was a clock waiting for the stroke of midnight so she could go off. Cash stroked deep and hard a final time as another climax consumed her and he pressed deep, flooding her with his cum, holding himself hard against her until the storm had passed.

Cash’s entire body relaxed as he sank into her. Peace, contentment and love all flowed through the tether. Evie smiled. She’d given him that. His cock was still deep inside her, and he was showing no inclination to withdraw from her and roll to her side. She wrapped her arms around him as he kissed her again.

“In case you missed it, Evie, I missed you too and I love and need you more than my next breath.”

He looked down at her, brushing the hair from her face, the corner of his mouth curling into a feral grin. Evie could feel his massive cock swelling inside her. He bucked his hips against her, letting her know he was already recovering. Cash growled low as he drew back and thrust deep.

“Again,” he said.

She grinned up at him, taking his head in her hands and bringing it down so that only breath separated them. “Always.”