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Her bossy cowboy.

Damn, I love the sound of that—love the sound of our lives intertwining.

I can’t help but wonder… Maybe Leah Levee is the angel I was praying for when I fell off that fucking bronc and hurt my leg.

Leah

After thirty minutes of my trying to cook up a late-night meal while Rhett made a job out of distracting me with his busy hands on my bare breasts and ass, a plateful of blueberry pancakes sits beside me on his kitchen counter.

And a sexy, naked Rhett stands between my thighs.

“A naked cowboy and a plateful of blueberry pancakes,” I say and smile at Rhett as he puts a forkful of pancakes into his mouth. “Pretty sure life doesn’t get much better than this.”

He chuckles and stabs a few pieces onto the fork. “Would you like another bite, madam?”

I grin. “Yes, please.”

A forkful of pancakes is gently pushed into my mouth, and I moan around the deliciousness. “Mmmm-mmm-mm… These might be the best pancakes I’ve ever had. Whatever wonderful, amazing, talented person made these is a freaking food genius.”

Rhett smirks and sets down the fork to grip my thighs. “On that, we can certainly agree.”

“On the part about me being a food genius, or the part where I’m wonderful and amazing and talented?”

He presses a kiss to my lips. “All of the above.”

“You know, the Rhett I met when I first stepped foot on this ranch, I’m pretty sure he wouldn’t have agreed.”

“Well, darlin’, that Rhett was a fuckin’ stubborn prick with baggage and assumptions and only a teeny tiny lick’a sense.”

My eyes flash with amusement. “And who is this Rhett?”

“He’s a man who’s really likin’ this beautiful woman.”

“You like me?”

He nods. “I sure do, darlin’.”

I lean forward to press my lips to his, and I let the kiss linger for a while before pulling away and tapping my nose against his. “That’s good because I like you too.”

His responding smile could light up the whole room. “That’s good to hear, darlin’, because I have some plans.”

“Ooh! Plans. Plans sound exciting! What kinds of plans?”

He spreads my thighs with his hands. “My cock back inside you kinds of plans. You know, all in the name of likin’ you so much.”

I giggle, and he lifts me up and off the counter and turns us around to set me on his kitchen table.

“Rhett!” I chastise and slap a playful hand on his bare chest. “You have to stop doing shit like that! You don’t have your brace on.”

“Sometimes, darlin’, a man likes to live dangerously.” He waggles his eyebrows at me, and with one hand, he grips his now-hard cock and rubs it against my clit.

Oh myyy…

“This seem like something you’d like to explore further?” he questions, looking up at me from beneath hooded eyes.

I nod. “Uh-huh.”

“I guess it’s a good thing I went ahead and brought a condom into the kitchen, then, huh?” he says and grabs exactly that from behind me on the table.

“Wait… When did you bring a condom in here?”

“When I walked in and saw you cooking me pancakes in your birthday suit.”

I giggle at that, but when he slides the condom over his cock and begins to slide himself inside me, my breath gets caught up in my lungs.

“Damn, you learn something new every day.”

“Huh?” I ask, trying to concentrate through a whole lot of distraction. “What did you learn?”

“Yesterday, I had no idea this kitchen table was the perfect size for fuckin’. After today, I know,” he says through a grunt, and he lifts my thighs up higher off the table.

I lean back on my hands and wrap my legs around his waist, and the change in position urges him to go so incredibly deep it makes my eyes want to roll back inside my head.

“Fuck, it just keeps getting better and better,” he says through a groan, and all I can offer is a whimper in response.

I don’t know what it is about this man or what is about us together, but holy shit, this is the kind of sex that makes your body feel like it’s going to explode.

It’s the kind of sex that makes you want to have more sex.

The kind of sex that is so intense, so passion-fueled, so downright mind-blowing, it makes it feel like it’s not just sex, but more than just sex.

Holy hell, cowboy, how am I going to survive this?

July 23rd, Friday

Rhett

Joey begged me to let her and Ernie spend the night at her grandparents’ house tonight. And, normally, I probably would’ve just told her no, but the idea of being alone for the night when Leah is alone for the night was too much temptation to deny.

You’d think, after all the fucking the two of us have been doing for the past week, that my dick would need a break, but that’s not the case.

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