13. PAIGE
13
PAIGE
Mustering up some courage, I snuggle closer until we’re nose to nose. “Rhett, technically, we’re married. No one’s going to care if we have sex. In fact, half the town expects it.”
He closes his eyes, like he’s battling himself. When he opens them, he almost looks angry. “I don’t wanna hurt you. I never wanted to remarry, and I have no plans to stay married. When this is over, and it will end , I want to have a clear conscience.”
I try not to flinch when he declares that we have a deadline. Of course, I know this—he’s been clear—but deep down, a part of me is hoping he’ll want to stay together.
And that’s just the stupid shit you see in romantic comedies. It’s not real life.
My heart finally settles, finally slows down, and that aloof feeling I always get with men returns, thank God. I shrug. “So let’s just have fun. We’ll fuck this out of our systems, and in six months go our separate ways as friends.”
He stares at my lips like he wants to devour me. “It’s not that simple.”
“Why not? I think we have chemistry. Why not explore that for the time we have together?”
He cups my face. “Paige, I’m ten years older than you. You and I were never meant to happen. This would be wrong.”
“What’s wrong about this?” I turn my face out of his grasp. “I’m almost twenty-three. I can choose what I want to do, and at the moment, I’d like to do you.”
Rhett chuckles, leaning close enough that our lips are only a hair’s breadth away. “Wildflower, you have no idea what you’re signing up for.”
Smirking, I rub against him. “I have a pretty good idea.” He looks like he’s waging an internal battle as his eyes shift between mine. I shrug. “Unless you’re not into me. Maybe I’m not your type. You’re really not my type. You’re far too broody and big… and annoying.”
He lets out a string of curses. “Let the record show I tried to be a good guy here.” Then his hand slides into my hair, gripping it firmly, and tugs my mouth to his.
When his tongue slides against mine, I groan in delight. Holy hell, he feels amazing, so solid and strong. His other hand lands on my ass, and he pulls me closer. Knowing he wants me shoots a wave of excitement through my body. I take the hint and grind against him as I let my fingers drift over his incredible shoulders.
His mouth falls to my neck where he nips me. “You always smell so fucking good. It drives me crazy how good you smell.” He lifts me up on my knees. “Take this off.”
His gruff voice makes me shiver as he motions to my bra. I shift off his lap so I’m standing in the waist-deep water. Reaching between my boobs, I flick open my bra and slowly move it down my shoulders before I shove off my panties and fling them off to the side.
“Did you get a good enough look this morning?” I ask with a smirk. I can be cheeky and sarcastic because I know this won’t mean anything to him. The time will come when Rhett will divorce me, and I want him to rue that day because every one of our encounters will be seared in his brain.
His eyes grow hot as they travel over me. “Come here.”
I lift an eyebrow. “Or else…?”
“Or I’ll throw you over my shoulder and spank your ass.”
My nipples get tight at the threat in his voice. I chuckle. “You’d have to catch me first.” I turn and try to race away, forgetting all about my ankle. I make it two steps before Rhett has me in his grip.
“Brat. I’m gonna make you pay for that.” He sets me down, but only long enough to spin me around so he can put me over his shoulder.
The first smack of his hand over my ass cheek comes as a shock, and I gasp, but then my core clenches and I shudder. The second smack makes me groan as I cling to his strong back.
“Say you’re sorry for running.” His voice is a low growl that makes my pussy clench. He rubs that spot, easing the sting.
I laugh, pushing back into his palm, hoping he’ll spank me again. “Not happening.”
“If you say you’re sorry, I’ll let you come.”
“Kinky,” I chuckle, feeling the sides of his lips rise before he traces kisses up my thigh.
“Mmm. I tried to warn you.” His teeth graze me. “You can always say no.”
My pussy clenches again, and I relent. “I’m sorry. Please let me come.”
“Good girl.”
The praise quickens the pulse between my legs, and I realize I’ll do whatever he wants if he’ll put his hands on me again.
Leaning back, he lets me slide down his chest until his huge erection presses against my belly. He shifts me until my back is to his chest, then sits, pulling me into his lap.
The hot water swirls around us, amplifying every place on my body that touches his.
With my legs spread and my ass planted firmly against him, he ratchets my need another notch when his lips trace my neck. “Good girls get rewards.”
My breath hitches. He’s good at this. Too good.
His giant hands cup my breasts, and I suck in a breath, wild with lust for my husband. Shit. My husband.
His hands are gentle, almost reverent, as he molds and shapes me, but when his calloused fingers drag over my nipples, I moan.
Then his palm drifts down my stomach. “Wider, Paige.” He helps me place my thighs over his until I’m wide open. I watch his hand stroke up my legs. He drags his fingers over the crease of my thighs before he pushes my pussy lips together.
“Oh, God.” I arch backwards as he keeps toying with my nipple.
“If you wanna fuck, I have to stretch you out with my fingers first. You’re a tiny thing, and I don’t want to hurt you.”
Spreading me apart, his thumb grazes my clit, and I groan. “Torture me all you want. Just remember that I get my turn next.”
He chuckles. “That’s not how this works, wildflower.”
We’ll see.
But then he presses his palm against me as he fills me with two fingers, and I gasp. Reaching back, I run my fingers through his thick hair.
He works me over, thrusting in and out of me as I writhe in his lap. Sucks on my neck. Pinches my nipple. The whole time pressing on my clit while he fucks me with his hand.
“Think you can take three fingers?”
“Try it.”
It takes a hot minute to achieve this. I arch and moan and wiggle as he works himself into me. As I look down, the water is clear enough that I can see his hand moving between my thighs.
“You’re so wet,” he whispers in my ear. “I can’t wait to fill you with my cock.”
That’s all it takes for me to detonate. I arch back with a scream as fireworks ricochet through my body, leaving me panting and boneless in his lap.
I’ve never come this fast in my life, but I’ll never admit that to Rhett.
Slowly, he removes his fingers.
I turn in his lap and throw my arms around his shoulders. Leaning up, I kiss him as I reach between us where his cock is poking through his boxer briefs. I lower the waistband, and it bobs up between us.
“Sit on the deck.” I pat the area right behind him. When he doesn’t budge, I bat my eyelashes. “Please.” He smirks, then does as I ask. “Take these off.” I tug on his underwear, and he stands to lower them before he sits again.
I let myself stare at his huge dick. It’s beautiful and smooth. He’s arrow-straight with a large, swollen head. I run my finger over the tip where it weeps.
Amber is a stupid, stupid woman.
After I wedge myself between his muscular thighs, I rake my nails down his chest before I kiss my way down his incredible body. I nibble his neck, nip his pecs, and lick his ridged abs. His breathing kicks up as I take a nice, slow swipe of my tongue across his swollen head. I glance up at him. He watches me through hooded eyes.
Rhett grips my hair again. Tight. “Open your mouth.” I shiver at the command in his voice. Just to mess with him, I don’t comply. Instead, I rub his dick against my lips, and he growls. “Paige.”
I grab his length in one hand and his balls in the other and take him in my mouth. He grunts, and I’m pleased that I’ve reduced him to non-syllabic communication.
As I watch him watch me, I suck on his head, lick the tip, then take him to the back of my throat where I choke on him.
“Christ, you feel incredible.” His grip on my hair tightens. “Smack my leg if this is too much.”
I have no idea what he means until he uses my hair to drag me up and down his cock.
It’s rough.
I love it.
I love that I make him lose control.
I bob up a few times before he holds me down. My nails dig into his thighs, but I don’t let up, even when I choke. I’m totally getting off on the fact that I’m giving Rhett Walker head. I’m the one who’s going to make him fall apart. I want this to be the best blow job he’s ever had. And if I suffocate in the process, so be it.
When he lets me up, I gasp for breath.
“Too much?” he asks, concerned.
“Shut up.” I take him in my mouth again and relish when he takes his thumb and rubs my lip that’s stretched wide around him. I tug gently on his balls, and his dick jerks. He’s close.
So I tongue that slit as I suck his head, then shove him down the back of my throat again.
He grunts, “I’m gonna come.”
No shit. I almost laugh, but I can’t because I’m holding myself down on him.
With a groan, he spurts his release. Pulse after pulse, I swallow him down.
In the distance, I hear a chime.
Focus, Paige.
But then he lets out a curse. “I need to get that.”
Stunned, I watch him gently push me back. He gets up, roots around in his jeans, and pulls out his phone.
He did not just pull me off his dick to take a phone call.
“This better be important,” he says as he’s standing there with his hard dick that looks like it’s ready to come again. After a few seconds, he curses again. “I’ll be there in twenty. Tell her to calm her ass down.”
Next thing I know, he’s shoving on his clothes. “I’m sorry, Paige, but I need to run.”
What? He’s leaving?
Sinking into the water, I fight like hell not to show the disappointment crashing over me. “What’s going on?”
“It’s Amber. She heard we got married, and she’s at the ranch, causing a scene and freaking out the kids.”
I hate that woman. “Okay. Um. Hand me my clothes. I’ll pack up our stuff, and?—”
“No. I’ll go. There’s no reason you can’t enjoy the cabin. I’ll be back tomorrow to pick you up.”
Just like that, our “honeymoon” is over.
My throat tightens as I watch him walk away. This is why I have to guard my heart.
But can I guard it for six more months?