Willa:
RILEY
Me:
Don’t all caps me. He’s not a counselor, so no worries in that department.
Willa:
Please tell me you’re not falling in love with the new ranch hand.
Why does she have to be so perceptive all the time?
Me:
Just tell me what to do and how to fix it.
Willa:
Do not fall in love with him.
Me:
That’s nothelping.
Willa:
Riley, I gotta go. Figure it out, but please, maybe keep some distance from him.
Me:
Fine. Love you, mean it, bye.
Willa:
love you too
“Ugh!” I throw myself onto the bed, pillow over my head, completely agonizing over this man. I’ve kept my distance for almost two whole days. I didn’t want to get up yesterday after waking up in an empty bed with just the ghost of Dom’s touch. And the pain. Everywhere.
I’ve never been this deliciously sore before. I’ve had great sex before, but that was something else. He was so rough and controlled at the same time, driving me over the edge multiple times before he got any himself. I was elated, confused, and sated. And yesterday, all three of those were like a tornado—swirling everywhere.
I kept my distance, sleeping as much as possible and taking the longest bath known to man, soaking my aching body and soothing more than that. I really thought once was going to be enough after I spent all day yesterday happy it happened, but today has been a completely different story.
Today, I want to find Dom and make him fuck me again. I want to come on his hands. I want to hear the grunts he gave me all over again. Those were different, as if he was holding back. Each praise he gave rolled over my entire body like a gentle summer breeze wrapping me up. I was in heaven.
And I want more.
But we said once.
I took the day off too. I checked on the order, which is supposed to arrive tomorrow, and posted a few things on social media about the ranch and the camp. Lilly doesn’t have a lot of different platforms, and I think, in this day and age, when the market is saturatedand competition is everywhere, we need to be. So if that means seven accounts across different apps, so be it. I don’t want to tell her. I want to wait until I have concrete proof, but still, I’m excited.
After that, I painted. For hours. And here I am, currently in front of the wall I started a few days ago, adding details to it to try to keep my mind occupied on anything but the grumpy neighbor.
I touch my lips, remembering the way he kissed me. So many different kisses, and all perfect. I felt cherished like never before, and I want more.
It’s raining again tonight, and Dom’s truck is in the driveway. Would it be terrible for me to just show up and beg him to take me again? It’s in moments like these I miss having friends. Good friends, not the girls I met in college who I never clicked with. I miss real connection, like the one I had with Saylor. I fucked that up, though, like most precious things in my life.
Ugh. One thing at a time, Riley.
