“Mmm!” I moan when his hands squeeze my ass cheeks, his fingers brushingagainst the junction between my thighs.
I can’t help but grind against him, wanting to be closer. I want more; I need more! But to my shock, the man pulls away and sets me back on my feet.
What?!
“Tomorrow, be ready in the morning.” He places a soft kiss on my forehead.
I stand in stunned silence as he walks away! Seriously! I can’t believe it! Was he not as affected by that kiss as I was? Is he really able to just walk away?
I lean against the wall and shut my eyes when I hear his door close. What the fuck?
Fuck him!
I walk to my room and shut the door. I’m pissed! Like seriously pissed off! I was ready to go to bed with him. I seriously would have, had he not pulled away. Yet, he left completely unaffected.
I throw off my shirt, pull down my pants and look in my suitcase that sits on the bench. I have a toy. Who needs a man when you have the best vibrator? I bought it while in Austin with Raquel. It’s amazing! It has an external clit stimulator as well as thrusts! Who needs a man?
Fucker!
Play games with me all you want; I’ll get mine, Mr. I-Have-To-Go-To-Bed!
Fine then! I walk over to my suitcase and unzip the top flap and remove the pink device from its box. There’s definitely something deliciously wicked about using my toy with Caine in the room right next door. But I know he’s in the shower and won’t hear me.
I toss my vibrator onto the bed and pull off the rest of my clothes. I throw back the covers and lie down. I sigh and open my legs, then grab the device and push the button, turning it on.
Chapter Seventeen
Caine
Being a gentleman sucks. I’m not gonna lie! All I want to do is rip off Mikayla’s shorts, throw her on the bed and fuck her. But she’s not like other women I’ve been with. She’s just… she’s different. I want to be different. And I refuse to treat her like the women I meet at bars.
For almost three months, all I could do was think about her. And now that she’s here… I’m not gonna fuck this up by fucking her like she isn’t something far more important. Especially without taking her out on a real date. Atthe very least, since she’s not entirely on board with this (I blame myself, obviously), I have to show her that I’m serious.
I have the entire day planned in my head for tomorrow. I need to drive into town and get her car checked out, and then I’m gonna get some stuff for a picnic. It’s supposed to be nice again tomorrow, and I plan to take full advantage. After that, I’m taking her riding. I want her to see where I live, hopefully she will fall in love with the ranch and will never want to leave.
Woah, I may be getting ahead of myself here!
After we ride, I’m taking her out to dinner at Shirley’s. I have to call ahead and make sure Pamela isn’t going to be there. Tracy, the owner, will hold a table for me. I’ll just tell her that I met Mikayla there and how I want to make this special.
So, yeah, I’m going all out. Hotel room and everything after! I’m not fucking this up. Mikayla is special, and I want her to know it. I need her to know it because, fuck—I don’t want her to leave. A week under my roof and the thought of her leaving has me scowling.
I won’t pretend I’m not in fucking pain. Blue balls is a real thing, and that kiss—fuck, it was good. Her thighs gripped me tight around my waist, and all I could picture was them bare, her pussy wet and ready as my dick slid into her.
But again, Mikayla isn’t a one-night stand. I will not treat her as though she doesn’t matter.
With a groan, I unzip my pants and release my cock from my boxer briefs and squeeze it. Fuck, I’m hard! I tug just enough to relax the tension in my body. I remove my pants and shirt. I know I smell bad. A day on the ranch is no joke. I need a shower.
I open the linen closet in my room and remove a clean towel and wrap it around my waist. I heard Mikayla close the door to her room, so I should be able to walk out and use the bathroom without running into her. My dick makes a tent in this towel so, yeah, best she stays hidden away in her room.
The bathroom is in-between our rooms, so I have no choice but to walk out and shuffle my horny ass to the bathroom.
As I get to the door, a low hum halts me. I turn my head, trying to figure out where the hell that noise is coming from. It’s a persistent sound, so I know it’s not my cell phone.
“Fuu-ck!”
I stop short. That was Mikayla. I just heard Mikayla moan.
Wait… what? Is she—is that—is she doing what I think she’s doing?
