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“I don’t have fucking time,” I snapped. “Find someone else.”
“Please, Carl, just give me a chance…”
I sighed, and there was disappointment. Definite disappointment. “I don’t have time for this shit.” I grabbed another beer and stepped away, but he didn’t follow.
He stood with his arms folded, and his expression was resolute and steely and all fucking loved up. “I’m seeing her on Wednesday,” he said. “And you can either be there or not, but I am.”
“So, why tell me?”
“Because we’re honest with each other. Because I want you to know,” he said.
“And now I know.” I shrugged. “Do whatever you want, but I’m out.”
He took a couple of steps in my direction, and his voice had an edge of desperation. “Six months, you promised.”
“And you rendered them unnecessary.”
“But Ididn’t. Don’t you see that?”
“I see exactly the opposite.”
He scowled, shook his head. “What about the weekend? What about stretching tight little cunt and taking her together? Hey? You telling me you don’t want to do that now?”
I sighed. “Fucking hell, Rick. I don’t know.”
“Fine,” he said. “I’ll cancel her. I’ll call it all off, right now.” He pulled out his phone and began to text, but my hand landed on his wrist.
And I had nothing to say, no fucking reason, and he knew it.
His eyes were victorious.
“I’ll see her Wednesday,” he said. “I’ll work it out.”
And I didn’t argue.
I didn’t say another fucking word.
Do I smell like horse?I pulled my t-shirt to my nose, took a whiff. Hmm, maybe a little. I pulled my emergency perfume from my handbag and spritzed the shit out of myself, then rubbed my fingers in my armpits to check for body odour. Safe enough. I’d just have to hope I didn’t have any stray bits of hay dangling from my underwear. It’s been known to happen.
One of the perils of heading straight to a lunch date after a morning at the stables.
I vacated my vantage point at the end of the street, then rumbled onto Rick’s driveway. The Range Rover was missing. Made sense that Rick’s was the sporty little BMW, it suited him. I switched off the engine and my heart was pounding, which was standard, but there was more than nerves today. I’d woken early, even for me, and I was excited. Ridiculously excited. So, this wascrushing? I’d never really had a crush before. I’d liked plenty of guys, but it was always just a like. Occasionally a strong like. Sometimes even a consideredyes, I’d like his dick in my ass, possibly many times, but never something that had me waking up before dawn with a big goofy smile on my face.
Rick.His point score was going up every time I pictured his face, every time he sent a text, every time I rubbed myself off to the thought of his hot pierced cock. And now I was at his door, with the promise of no Carl, just us.
That shouldn’t feel as good as it did, and definitely shouldn’t feel as good as the thought of three grand a month landing in my bank account.Keep your fucking head, Katie, keep your fucking head.
Rick opened the door before I’d even locked my car, and today he was barefoot, low slung jeanshugging his hips. He was wearing a simple t-shirt, but it was bright yellow, emblazoned withlife is artin a funky font.He looked awesome, and his smile told me he was pleased to see me, too.
Yep, this was definitely crushing.
I was shorter in flat pumps, short enough that his lips pressed to my forehead as he pulled me into a hug, his arms wrapping perfectly around my shoulders. I leaned into him, my tits pressing to his chest, hands snaking around his waist to land on the top of his ass, and there was that ocean smell again, only the ocean never smelt as good as it did on Rick’s beautiful inked skin.
“Hey, pretty lady.” His smile was boyish and animated and delicious. “Pleased you could stop by.”
He took my hand and led me inside, and the place felt so alive today. A radio blasted out soul music as the afternoon sun spilled through the kitchen windows, and there was a hint of a breeze from the open patio doors. He turned the music down and grabbed me a water from the fridge, then clinked my glass with his own.
“Cheers.”
