King's Treasure (Oil Kings Book 3) by Marie Johnston (great novels .TXT) 📗

and kept them safe, she’d worked cattle, and she’d even survived a run-in with our cranky neighbor.

How had I found this treasure?

I hadn’t. She’d found me. All of my travels, and my sapphire gem had found me in a random city with a camera in my hand.

It was fate.

I ran my fingers up her calves. She turned her head and her hair shifted, a shining halo spread around her. Splaying my hands over her knees, I pushed her legs wide.

The image before me was searing. A goddess under the sun. I’d never violate her privacy and take a picture of her like this, in all her glory, whether she wanted me to or not. This was between us. This was mine and only mine. I didn’t need a picture to remember it forever.

I dipped my head down and raised my hips to keep from strangling the blood supply to my throbbing erection. My zipper pinched in, but I ignored it. My discomfort was nothing when I could finally give Savvy the pleasure I’d been wanting to give her for days—weeks. Months.

I took my time tasting her. She writhed under me, her hips rolling up. With a growl, I gripped her ass and pulled her closer to my face.

Her breath hitched. “Xander.”

Since we’d gotten married, we’d never had time like this. I’d had to wait too fucking long to make slow, hard love to my wife.

Her knees hitched up as I adjusted the speed, bringing her close and backing off. I hadn’t used more than my tongue, but she vibrated with tension.

“You’re such a tease,” she gasped.

The strain of coming so close to climax, only to be repeatedly denied, was in her voice. I inserted a finger into her tight, wet heat. Any chill to the day had long since vanished.

She bucked against me and I sped up the pace of my tongue. I didn’t need to move my hand. She rode it and she rode me, taking everything I’d been holding back.

“Oh my God!” Her voice echoed over the land as she came hard against my mouth. My head yanked as she twisted her fists in my hair.

Worth every second. And I drew it out for several seconds. She didn’t bother being quiet. For once, our only neighbors were cattle and the horses, who couldn’t care less about humans fornicating.

Her feet landed on the blanket on each side of my head. She tugged me up her body and I barely had a chance to wipe her release off my face before she smashed my lips down onto hers.

Being cradled between her legs lent its own sense of urgency to the situation. I reached down to undo my buckle, fumbling way more than I cared to during my rush. Each time I’d delayed her gratification was coming back on me tenfold.

I finally freed my demanding erection but she batted my hand away and placed me at her sweltering entrance. I didn’t hesitate. As I thrust inside, a groan ripped from my chest.

She broke the kiss to moan and work herself against me. I tipped my forehead to hers and forced us to slow down.

“I’m taking my time with you, sweetheart.” I pulled out and inched back in, my body shaking from the strain of holding myself in check.

“We can do slow next time.”

“The problem is that I don’t know when our next time will be. We’re hardly ever alone.”

She bit her lower lip, looking deceptively innocent while grinding against my cock. “It can be in a few minutes. Unless . . . we’re needed back there.”

I grinned, hooking her leg under my arm and increasing the thrust of my hips. “Oh, honey. I’ll make sure we have all damn day.”

Chapter 19

Savvy

I stroked my hand up and down Xander’s chest. His flannel was unbuttoned and the T-shirt he’d had on underneath it was lying next to us. Eventually, we’d stripped down to full nudity and continued having sex for another couple of hours.

The sun’s rays weren’t strong this time of year, but I wasn’t going to have a single tan line from today. I grinned.

He pushed my hair away from my face. “Whatcha thinking about?”

“Tan lines.”

His deep chuckle reverberated through my cheek. “Tan lines. We won’t have any from today.”

I sat up and leaned over him. “Exactly what I was thinking.” I let my gaze wander over his strong face. We hadn’t had much time to lie around since we’d met. “I’d like more of this.”

“Wilderness sex? I’m on board.”

I pushed his chest. It was unyielding. “No. Well, yes, but not like that. I want time for us.” I let my thoughts wander down a more serious path. “We’ve worked cattle. What are we doing next?”

“What do you want to do?” His we have no money yet was implied.

“I want . . .” I glanced around. My life the last year had been unrecognizable from every year before it. I’d been into environmentalism. I’d recycled. I’d shopped discriminately, my intentions to decrease the waste of the action as much as possible. But this Savvy was so much more experienced in the world.

On the hikes, I’d talked with the guests about what they did for a living and what had brought them to Kosovo. I’d met IT people, stock market experts, furniture builders, and social media influencers. But one thing linked us all together: a love for nature and the yearning to preserve what we could, to keep it a place where we could find ourselves living in an untouched environment.

How the hell that translated to a career, I didn’t know. Yet. But the seed of an idea was germinating deep in my mind. “I wouldn’t mind seeing my family.”

“Stay with them until we’re flush?” He didn’t sound the happiest about the idea, but I was pleased that he’d do it for me.

“No, actually . . . Eva talked to me about what she and Beckett are doing with his trust.” Scholarships, donations, program launches. Xander knew all of that, but I doubted he’d ever discussed the nitty-gritty details with