We’ve spent the last few days stealing kisses in the hallway. Or driving my old truck out into the field to sink into each other under the open sky. It’s romantic as fuck. It’s also the best sex I’ve ever had.
While I’ve mostly convinced Summer to buck the rules, she’s a real stickler for “not banging in your dad’s house” and is still convinced she needs to hide what we’re doing for some stupid reason—even though everyone knows what we’re doing.
I’ve never been more motivated to get my own place so I can bend her over whenever I please.
“I don’t know how you fancy types do gifts, but ‘round here you find out what the gift is when you open it.”
Her mouth turns down at the corners. “I don’t have anything to give you.”
I laugh. That’s such a Summer thing to say, always worrying about everyone else.
“I don’t want anything, Princess. It’s a gift, just because. Now sit that fine ass down and open it.”
Her head bobs from side to side as she pulls the chair out. “Well, I do love presents,” she murmurs, eyes lighting as she pulls at the tissue paper I shoved in there kind of haphazardly.
When she reaches into the bag, she stills, eyes darting over to me. In a flash, she’s tugging everything out.
With the chaps free of the bag, she makes this satisfied little sighing sound. “Rhett.”
I sip at my coffee and enjoy watching her, every little drop of excitement that plays across her face. I’ve never gotten off on giving someone a gift quite like I’m enjoying this right now.
“Do you like them?”
“Do I like them? Are you kidding me? I love them. But these are from the first rodeo we went to?”
I shrug.
“Did you order them or something?”
“Nope.”
“You bought them while we were there?”
“Yup.”
Her mouth opens and closes as she holds them up again. They really are beautiful. The craftsmanship is top of the line. So was the price tag. When she surged ahead of me, I purchased them as fast as I could.
But it’s not a completely unselfish gift. I’m dying to see her in them.
“Why?”
“Where else would you find a nice pair of child-sized chaps?”
She rolls her eyes.
“I got them because I saw you staring at them. I saw the look on your face. And then you told me you had to quit riding when you got sick. I thought you’d want to start again at some point. Maybe out here. With me. Then I saw you on my horse—a fucking natural—and I knew I’d made the right call.”
She blinks at me, eyes shinier than they were seconds ago. Her smile is watery as she stares down and runs her dainty fingers over the polished silver studs. “I thought you hated me then.”
I shake my head, a little sheepish over what a growly prick I’d been to her. “The only thing I hated was how badly I wanted you, Princess.”
“Thank you.” She says it so earnestly, it tugs on strings I didn’t know exist. Those big brown soulful eyes—fuck—I’d do anything she wants me to. I’m an absolute goner for this girl, and I never even saw her coming.
“You’re welcome.” My voice is gruff, and I know I need to tell her what this is too. To tell her things I’ve been thinking about. Like that once the season is over, once I’m not a client to her, I’m going to commit my entire off-season to convincing her to give me a shot. A real shot.
A shot to be everything.
But I chicken out, not sure I can handle a rejection, or another person leaving me. Especially not one who’s rapidly become as important to me as Summer is. So instead, I just say, “Put them on, then you can thank me on your knees.”
Summer grumbles as I lead her up the stairs, her hand wrapped in mine so damn perfectly. Her grumbles are half-hearted and done with a small smile. Something about if the press found out I’m a sex addict, they’d have a field day.
When we get to my room, I shut the door and give her a little push into the sprawling space. Wood beam ceilings boast an antler chandelier hanging over a four-poster pine bed. Big sliding doors open onto a spacious second-floor patio, which holds a small wrought iron bistro set looking out over the range, pointed right at the Rocky Mountains.
“Wow,” she breathes, struck by the view. She stops and stares. “Why the hell do you have your coffee downstairs with a view like that?”
I watch her as she admires the scenery—the slender column of her neck, the sharp angle of her jaw, dainty ear adorned with an understated gold stud. Summer is all class. All shiny and proper and well-educated.
It’s fucking hot. It also makes me want to dirty her up a bit.
“The view downstairs has been better lately.”
She shoots me a playful look, pursing her lips and shaking her head.
“Show me the chaps.” I take a step back and point at the custom leather in her hand.
Summer turns to face me. “I’m wearing workout clothes. These need jeans.” She holds them up in my direction.
“They need nothing. Lose the clothes. Let me see.” I jut my chin in her direction.
Her dark eyes flare. “You want me to put them on with nothing under them?”
“Fuck yeah, I do.”
Her cheeks turn pink right before my eyes. “I haven’t had a shower. I’m all sweaty.”
“Don’t much care, Princess.” I cross my arms over my chest. “Fully intend to get you all sweaty right now anyway.”
Her cheeks twitch as she glances away momentarily. Shy but . . . eager.
She drops the chaps on the wooden floor with a heavy thud, rolling her lips together. The pink stain on the apples of her cheeks deepens to match the rose color of her lips.
She undresses, and I watch her like a total voyeur. She’s literally just undressing and not even trying to be sexy. It’s just that it’s her, and everything she does is sexy to me.
Work out tank top and bra, gone. Perky golden tits pop out with a playful bounce. A sprinkling of freckles dust the tops of them, and I’d like to trace every one. Write mine on each of her tits.
She peels off the tight-as-fuck leggings, bending over to clear her ankles and toes, and tosses them toward the pile of gym clothes beside her before straightening and looking at me. All curves, soft lines, and toned muscle.
“Like this?” she breathes out, puffy lips parted, eyes a little hooded.
“No panties? Yeah. I agree with you about the view up here. Far superior.”
She gives me a shy smile in return, and I stride forward, needing to be close to her. Needing contact. I slide my hands over her hips and the globes of her round ass as I drop to my knees in front of her. “You’re too fucking much. Too pretty. Too good.”
"No, you are." Her hand cups my cheek, fingernails rasping over my stubble. “I think I’ve wasted enough time with men who aren’t good enough to know that you are better than good. More than enough.”
I close my eyes and soak that up for a moment. Hearing that I’m enough for someone like Summer. I didn’t know how badly I needed to hear that.
All I can do is shake my head, press a kiss to her stomach, and reach for the chaps beside her. I hitch them around her waist, feeding the soft leather strap through the buckle, watching the silver detailing glint beneath her hip bones.
Wrapping one loose piece of leather around her leg, I start the zipper at the top and pull it down, careful not to catch any bare skin as I go. When I move to the opposite side, I notice a light tremor in my hand and shake my head again.
Summer threads her fingers in my hair as I pull the zipper all the way down. I lean forward and give the slit of her pussy one long, firm lick. Because I can’t be this close to it and not pay it some attention.
Her fingers tighten in my hair, and she pulls me closer. My chest rumbles as I give her clit a good hard pull with my mouth.
“For a girl who’s never had her pussy eaten, you’ve sure developed a taste.”
She tenses, pushing my head back. “Is it too much?” Her eyes are wide as she looks down at me and whispers, “Oh shit, I’m sorry.”
Grabbing at my shoulders, she tries to pull me up, but I shove two fingers inside her already slick, warm hole. So ready for me. “Summer, stop. It’s never too much. I’m the one who’s developed a taste.”
I lean forward again, on my knees for this girl, and give her another long, firm lick. “There is never too much of this. I’ll eat this pretty pussy all day, every day, if it means I get to watch you squirm around and beg for my cock. I love doing this for you.”
My fingers pump into her languidly as I suck hard at her clit, knowing I can get her close and then pull away to watch her get all flustered and huffy. Desperate.
I love that too.
When she leans on me, I pull away and stand, gripping her skull to plant a firm kiss on her mouth. “You see how fucking good you taste?” I slide my tongue into her mouth, swallowing the dirty moaning sound she makes at the back of her throat.
That’s where I plan to go next.
I step away to get a better view. Sexy, fancy leather chaps, tits heaving, eyes a little glassy.
Fuck.
Yeah, I love this.