She bit his shoulder.

He laughed. “Mmm. You know I like biting too.”

She ran her hands down his back and dug her fingers into his firm butt cheeks. “Come on. Pin me down and pound into me.”

“Huh-uh, no boring missionary for us.” He planted sucking kisses across the tops of her br**sts. “I’m gonna f**k you from behind. Hard. And while I’m ramming into this sweet little cunt that’s been mine for thirty-three years, I’ll be pulling your hair so I can suck on your neck until you’re buckin’ beneath me and cryin’ out my name.”

“Yes.”

“Turn around.”

The man eyed her butt shamelessly as she got into position.

She groaned when her body was caged beneath his—all hot, hard excited male. And the wild man did sink his teeth into the nape of her neck as he plowed inside her.

“Jesus, you’re wet.”

She angled her head and bit his biceps. “Language.”

“Shit! Sorry. But damn. It feels good.” He nuzzled her ear. “It always feels good but I love it when you’re dripping for me, sugar.”

Carson whispered raunchy things he wanted to do to her as he made her come undone twice, before he took his own pleasure.

It was glorious. The best celebration of new life and old love that she could’ve ever imagined.

As they were twined together on top of the sheets, she sighed.

“I’m feelin’ it too.”

Carolyn propped herself on his chest. “I want this with you again.”

He raised an eyebrow. “I’m a grandpa now. I need a little time to recover.”

She laughed. “Not now. I mean I want us to get back to this animal-type lust being part of who we are. That need brought us together. It’s sustained us over some rough years. But it hasn’t been a priority, at least not as much as it was. I realize me showing menopausal symptoms has a lot to do with it. It’s been easier to focus on other things. I want to focus on us.”

The kiss he bestowed on her brought tears to her eyes. The bone-deep sweetness in this man still got to her.

“I want that, Caro, more than anything. But you don’t get to shoulder the blame. We’ve had major changes in the past six years. Cam joining the army, Cord leavin’, Colby rodeoin’ professionally, Carter goin’ to college, the stuff that goes with runnin’ a ranch this size that can occupy every wakin’ minute of my day. That’s not to say I didn’t enjoy our time together, but I always enjoy nekkid time a helluva lot more.” He kissed her forehead. “So let’s plan on havin’ more of it, okay?”

“Okay. Part of the reason I brought it up is I got invited to one of those ‘private pleasures’ parties this month.”

He frowned. “What’s that? Male strippers or something?”

“No. This party is about marital aids otherwise known as sex toys.”

“No shit? Them kinda parties are popular in Wyoming?”

Carolyn rolled her eyes.

“So what kinda sex toys can you buy?”

“Dildos and vibrators and the like. Probably flavored body oils. Role-playing costumes. Naughty lingerie.”

“How about some of that bondage stuff?”

“You’re interested in bondage stuff?”

He shrugged. “Don’t know unless we try. And you’ve liked it when I broke out the ropes.”

“True. But I don’t think I’m the whips and paddles type.”

“You go ahead and buy whatever kinky stuff you want. Or you think I might want. Then we’ll try it out.”

“Even a strap on?”

His eyes narrowed. “Never. But I’m feelin’ a little backdoor lovin’ comin’ your way with this new kinky streak.”

She elbowed him.

“What? We’ve done it before.”

“Once before, we were both drunk and it wasn’t all that fun, if I recall, which is why we haven’t done it again.”

“That was what? Ten years ago? Maybe it’s time to give it another shot.”

“Maybe.”

“This time we’ll both be sober. And we’ve got plenty of lube.”

She looked up at him. “If you wanted to poke me in the rear, why didn’t you say something?”

“I dunno. Wasn’t like our sex life was lacking. It took twenty-three years for you to want to try it at all so I didn’t push it.” He grinned. “I’m just glad it ain’t gonna be twenty-three years before you wanna try it again. Maybe you oughta buy one of them gag things too so you can’t argue with me.”

“And with that, I’m calling it a night.” Carolyn disentangled from his arms and went to the dresser for a nightie. As she was about to pull it over her head, she noticed Carson had a strange look on his face. “What?”

“How about you practice that wild streak and sleep nekkid?”

“Does that mean there’s a chance you’ll wake me up with your mouth between my legs?”

“I can pretty much guarantee it.”

She threw the nightgown behind her.

He laughed.

They slipped beneath the sheets together and she admitted it’d be nice sleeping skin to skin with him all night.

Carson’s lips brushed the top of her head. “I don’t ever want you to think the passion between us is a thing of the past. It might not be as urgent as it once was, it may’ve grown and changed and ain’t as frequent as either of us would like it to be, but sugar, it’s still there. It always will be if I got anything to say about it.”

“I remember you told me once that you’d still want me when you were a hundred-and-five-year-old man. At the time I thought that was sweet. As well as vaguely creepy.”

“I meant it. I still mean it. There are folks who think a grandma and grandpa havin’ a hot sex life is creepy, but I don’t give a damn. Let them think we’re whittlin’ and knittin’ in our spare time. Only we’ll know that we’re wearin’ out the mattress and testin’ out the sturdiness of all the furniture in this old house.”

“Guess we’d better remember to start locking the door during the day.”

She hated that the memory didn’t fade to black like in the movies. Her head screamed as she pushed against the tide, her hands blindly reaching out to hold on to the moment only to spiral back down into that void again.

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Hospital, Day 5—afternoon




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