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Despite spending nearly every moment of time since we told her brother and friends goodbye the morning after the birthday party thinking about, plotting a plan, or sneaking away to have sex, I still need to be alone with her more. I need to take my time with her, to explore, to feel like I’m not on a goddamn time clock.
I’ll admit, it’s been fun coming up with ways to give her an orgasm in my truck or behind one of the barns or any of the other damn places on this ranch we’ve been sneak-fucking at, but it’s not enough anymore. My woman is a delicacy, and I want to devour her slowly and without haste.
So, with Leah on my mind, once I got Joe all settled with my mama and made sure my dad realized Ernie would be scampering around the house in one of those fucking T-shirts my daughter is insistent on putting him in, I headed straight for cabin number three.
My brakes squeal from the dust-filled air as I come to a gentle stop in front of the front porch, and after I turn off the truck, I grab the radio and attempt to get Leah’s attention.
Not too long ago, I gave her a handheld radio to keep at all times, whether it’s with her at night when she’s alone in her cabin or when she’s roaming on the ranch by herself.
“Hey, Leah,” I say into it and wait patiently for a response.
But when a minute passes by, I try again.
“Leah, come in, Leah.”
Another thirty seconds pass by and I’m just about to try again, but the radio scratches and screeches and her voice fills the inside of my truck.
“Rhett?”
“Yeah, darlin’, do me a favor and switch your radio over to the private channel.”
“The private channel?” she repeats, and I can hear the concern and worry in her voice. “Oh shoot. Okay… Yeah, I’ll do that right now!”
I almost want to laugh at how she’s basically getting riled up for nothing.
Knowing everyone on the ranch is nosy as hell, I might’ve told Leah that channel thirty-four is a top-secret station that I’ll use when I have to tell her something super important.
And that super-important shit mostly revolves around having the opportunity to flirt with her and ask her inappropriate things like, What are you wearing? and Would you like to come over and ride my cock?
Radio switched over to channel thirty-four, Leah is already there, bombarding my ears with questions.
“Rhett? Are you okay? Is Joey okay?” she rambles. “Did something happen with Tex? What about—”
“Darlin’, everything is fine,” I cut her off before she can get herself more worked up. “What are you doing right now?”
“Uh…I was actually getting ready to hop in the shower. Why? Do you need me to come get Joey or something?”
“Nope. She’s stayin’ at my parents’.”
“Oh,” she responds. “Then, what are you doing right now?”
I smirk. “Sitting outside Cabin Three.”
“You’re outside my cabin? Right now?”
“Uh-huh,” I answer without any shame. “I was hoping maybe you’d like some company in that shower.”
When she doesn’t respond, I start to wonder if she didn’t hear me.
That is, until ten seconds later when the front porch light flips on and the door opens.
And right there, before my very eyes, stands Leah, naked as the day she was born.
She rests one elbow on the doorjamb and smirks out at me. Her head is held high, her eyes bright with confidence, and her fucking body might as well be a siren’s call for my now-hardening dick.
The radio is still in her hand, and she lifts it to her lips. “What are you waiting for, cowboy?”
Well, I’ll be damned if that isn’t seriously fucking sexy.
I don’t waste any time with a response.
Fuck no. Now’s not the time for talking.
Now’s the time for putting my money where my mouth is and reacting on fucking instinct. And every cell inside my body is ripe with desire and need for the naked goddess standing in that doorway.
Out of my truck and to my feet, I stride right toward her, and I don’t stop until I’m through the screen door and pulling her into my arms.
The warmth and softness of her bare tits press against my chest as I kiss her with the kind of passion that has us both panting.
“Rhett,” she whispers, her voice more of a moan than anything else.
And it’s that sound, that desperate, needy sound, that spurs me into action.
I grip her ass with my big hands and toss her over my shoulder.
She squeals in surprise, but I ignore all her complaints about my leg and instructions to be careful.
I could give two shits about the tendon that’s apparently “still healing.”
I’m a man on a mission to get this gorgeous fucking woman back in that shower so I can join her and make her come on my tongue.
