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Fuck, what about a condom? She stills, catching my hesitation.Fuck. “Ya sure about this? I don’t have a…”
Her lips crash into mine. “Shut up, Cowboy, I’m on the pill,” she whispers. The admission is enough to dismiss any stops as I pepper kisses down her neck, leaning her body back into my hands, her grasp remaining firm on my cock. She circles her clit with my dick and my knees nearly buckle.
Good God, I want her so bad.
Warmth immediately welcomes me as she slides my cock inside her. I pump my length deeper. Each pass of her tight cunt feeling better than the next.
“You feel so good,” I confess, nearly speechless at how much I mean it.
She smiles against my lips. “Harder, Cowboy. Don’t make me beg.”
The idea of her begging me just makes me want her more. To take all of her over and over again. I pick up the pace, forcing myself further inside her, harder and faster with every drive. Every movement forces another moan from her lips.
Her pussy tightens around my dick, and I can tell she’s close. I slow down, biting her neck, sucking softly so I don’t leave any marks. “Cum for me, baby. Say my name.”
She grinds on my cock, gliding back and forth in rhythm with every plunge I take before another moan rises from her chest. This time she says my name, not Casanova, but Rhett. I like hearing her praise me, begging me to make her come. My pace quickens, riding her desire out to the very end, each breathy sound leading me over the edge.
I kiss her slowly, releasing one short breath after another.
“Well, not how I expected a late night swim to go, but gonna be damn hard to beat.”
Before she even gets the chance to respond a deep, resounding boom echoes off the lake. We both look up just as the sky is lit up by fireworks. Reds. Golds. Blues.
I glance at Kaylee, finding her gaze trained on the sky. And as the fireworks pop off above us, I can’t help but think this scene is so perfect it almost feels planned.
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RHETT - JULY 4, 2004
“So where were you last night?”
My eyes gape at Sawyers’ question.
It ain’t a secret. At least, I don’t think it is. But Kaylee being as private as she is, she might not take too kindly to me bellowing out something that’s also her business. I mean, I can leave out that we fucked. Maybe just mention we crossed paths? No harm in that.
“I—” Sawyer’s phone rings, cutting me off.
Saved by the bell.Well, the ring of a cell phone, in this case, but a noise nonetheless.
“Hello?” He answers as if he doesn’t know who he’ll find on the other end.
Sawyer’s gaze snaps up to me as he mouths, "It’s Blake Montgomery." I can’t really describe the look in his eyes. Almost a mix of disbelief and awe. Probably since he’s the CEO of Telluride Records, and Sawyer’s ticket to a record deal.
I lean against the counter, listening to only his side of conversation.
Never thought I’d be so relieved to have a phone ring inmy life, or that I’d hide secrets like a little school girl, but I’m not sure I’m ready to tell Sawyer about Kaylee anyways. Mostly because I don’t know if Daisy and Kaylee have talked, or if Kaylee even wants to tell her about what happened between us. It’s not like we defined what we are, if anything at all. Not that I don’t want to be.
He paces the kitchen, and I can tell he’s stressed as he rubs the back of his neck, ironically keeping his own relationship a secret from someone as well. The difference being his might not actually be allowed, and mine just barely started.
With a nod, I silently let him know I’m on my way out, escaping the pressure of potentially answering his question after the phone call is done.
I take a deep breath after reaching the barn. I’m ready for an adventure, but what can you do with little to no money at 7A.M. on a Sunday?
Angelica knickers in her stall before swinging her head out.
Guess I could ride. My sweet Jelly Bean unknowingly coming to the rescue. The day isn’t sweltering hot yet, and besides sticking close to the house, I haven’t really ridden around the property much anyways.
Tightening the saddle, she lets out a snort and nudges me with her muzzle. An amused snicker escapes me. She’s just as much of an attention whore as I am. Grabbing her reins, we walk out of the barn to a cloudy blue sky. I breathe in the fresh air, taking in the sound of chirping birds singing off in the distance and welcome a small, but gentle, breeze that caresses my skin. I’m not sure anything is as comforting or relaxing as this.
