10. Dotty
Chapter 10
Dotty
“ A nd that’s how I lasted for eighteen seconds on Old Man Teller’s bull,” Zac finishes the story.
I chuckle and finish the last sip of my wine. We’ve spent the last three hours talking over soup and wine. The recording stopped long ago but we’re still chatting. I’ve learned a lot about the country singer and even more about the man. I’m not entirely sure an article about Zac will ever do him justice, but I’m determined to try. “You didn’t get arrested?”
“Nah, Old Man Teller never found out.” He shakes his head, a faraway look in his eyes that tells me he’s thinking of his teenage years.
I yawn and glance at the time. “It’s late. I should go.” I don’t really want to leave. That’s the thing about spending time with Zac. Every time I do, I lose track of the hours we spent together.
“You can’t go. You had two glasses of wine. It wouldn’t be safe for you to drive.” He protests.
I’m not tipsy and we both know it. “Fine. Then you drive me home.”
He reaches and touches his hip. “I would but I was recently hit by a car, didn’t you hear?”
I narrow my eyes at him. “Then what do you suggest?”
“Hmm…” He strokes his beard in that way I love. There’s a twinkle in his eye when he says, “I reckon you could spend the night. Better to stay over than risk driving intoxicated.”
My heart leaps at the thought of spending the night here with Zac. “I guess I could do that. But no hanky-panky, Mr. Sexy Bull Rider.”
He laughs. “Hanky-panky, really?”
My cheeks flame. “What else am I supposed to say?”
“Sex, Dotty. As in your boyfriend wants to have sex with you.” His eyes are so dark and there’s that charming smirk back on his face. How can he be so handsome?
“You’re not really my boyfriend,” I remind him softly — though really, I’m reminding myself.
“You’re the only one that doesn’t think this is real,” he growls. Why is it so sexy when he growls at me?
“Since I’m half the couple in question, I think my opinion matters, too.” I pretend to pout.
“Then do you want to have sex with your not-so-fake boyfriend?” He waggles his thick brows.
I didn’t think my cheeks could get any warmer, but they do. I could bake cookies on my face, it’s so hot. “No, absolutely not.”
He’s still smirking at me, damn him. “Sure, sweetheart. Keep saying that, but only one of us believes you, and it ain’t me.” He stands and holds out his hand.
“What are you doing?”
He continues holding out his hand until finally I stand and put my hand in his. He tugs me close. I’m still wearing my professional heels and he’s barefoot and still so much taller than me.
He brushes a kiss across my forehead before trailing lower, kissing my eyelids one by one, my cheeks and chin and jaw, then finally, his lips are on mine. Electricity jolts through my system the same way it did when we were making out in the woods.
I gasp and grab his shirt, pulling him closer. His hands on my hips are anchoring me against his body and I can feel his hardness through our clothes. I groan and grind against him.
When I’m certain that I’m about to explode from need, he pulls away. He stares down at me, lust and amusement dancing on his face. “You’re a great interviewer, but a terrible liar, Dotty.”
Then without another word, he ushers me into his bedroom.
“I can’t sleep here,” I complain. Not with my body so aroused. “It’s your bedroom.”
“A bedroom is typically where people sleep,” he quips.
“But this one is yours. I’ll take the couch.”
“The hell you will,” he prowls toward me with a feral look on his face. “You’re mine now. That means I sleep where you sleep and that tiny couch ain’t big enough for my bulky ass.”
“I happen to like your ass,” I mumble, wondering what they’ve said about his body on social media. All this time I’ve been focused on the pressure and stress I feel, and he’s been living under that microscope for years.
“That’s real good, darlin’, because I happen to love yours too,” he winks at me. “Now get your cute one in my bed before I have to spank it.”
“You wouldn’t,” I scowl at him even as my breathing hitches. I can’t deny that the mental image of Zac bending me over and turning my ass pink with his hand makes moisture gush into my panties.
He arches an eyebrow. “Do you want to find out?”
“No!” I scurry to his dresser and grab a white t-shirt from it. “Turn around.”
He shakes his head and crosses his arms.
I blow out a breath and figure showing him my body is the quickest way to douse his attraction to me. Maybe then we can both be normal around each other. Maybe if his interest in me goes away, I won’t feel so drawn to him.
I peel my shirt from my body, keeping my eyes on the floor. I will not look at him. I will not see the disgust on his face.
But he makes a noise. It’s a sharp intake of breath that has me freezing. I wait for him to tell me that I’m hideous, that my curves are disgusting.
But instead, he stalks across the room. He stands in front of me and puts a hand under my chin, raising my face to his. What I see there shocks me. His eyes are dark, his pupils blown. His nostrils are flared, and he looks like he’s one second from having his control snap.
With his other hand, he grabs mine and presses it to the center of his jeans. “Don’t you listen to the voices in your head calling you ugly. This is what you do to your man. This is how horny you make him.”
I swallow hard, my mouth suddenly dry. “I’ve never felt…I’m not very…”
“You are perfect. Your body was made to be worshipped by my tongue.” Then without waiting for me to say anything else, he drops to his knees.
“Let me show you. Let me make you feel as good as you make me feel,” he tells me.
I’m dizzy because I’m barely breathing but I manage to nod.
He reaches for my stomach, caressing my rolls reverently. “Look at this beautiful belly. It’s going to carry my children one day.”
I squeeze my thighs together and call his name, loving that image too much.
He slides his hands to my back, tracing my spine. “And this spine is made of steel. You’ll need it to keep our little cowboys in line.”
He goes higher, reaching for my bra. He undoes the clasp and traces higher. “These shoulders have carried the weight of the world, but you no longer carry that weight alone. Now you have your man beside you, and he will carry your burdens for you.”
I whimper. I’ve been alone all my life. I’ve never had someone in my corner, never had someone I could lean on. And here he is, offering to be exactly at that.
He helps me shrug out of my bra and presses a kiss right above my heart. “This place, I will guard with my life. I will never give you a reason to cry or worry. You will walk secure in my love from this day forward.”
I thread my fingers through his hair, loving the way his curls tangle around my fingers. Screw it. Maybe he doesn’t mean any of this but I’m going to enjoy this night with the hot cowboy. I’m going to let myself soak up all the pretty words he’s saying.
“And these breasts,” he continues lower, massaging my aching globes in his massive hands. His callouses scrape my sensitive skin, earning a deep moan from me. “These breasts will fill with milk for my babies. They’ll grow big with your belly and nourish our children.”
After my childhood, I never imagined I’d have a family. But Zac is making me ache for one. He’s making me imagine that one day I can have everything I never dared to hope for.
He thumbs one of my nipples until it’s sharp and pointy and so very sensitive. Then he leans in and sucks it into his mouth. He swirls his tongue around it until I’m crying out. I’m pushing him closer, rubbing my legs together desperately. What is this man doing to me?
He pops off my breast. “Loving your body the way it’s meant to be loved,” he answers the question I didn’t even realized I’d asked out loud.
He pays my other breast the same attention and it’s only when I’ve creamed my panties that he finally trails lower. He pulls the granny panties lower, and I should be embarrassed, I should care that I’m wearing pretty much the most boring underwear ever. Except that he brings them to his nose, inhaling the wet spot on the front and making a noise as if it’s his new favorite scent.
He looks up at me then, our gazes connecting. “Are you ready to sit on my face like the queen you are now?”
I manage a shaky nod.
“Good girl,” he grunts.
He gets on the bed, lying on his back and patting the space beside him.
I take a moment to admire him, spread out on the blankets. He’s still fully clothed, yet he’s eager to please me.
“Don’t make me spank that ass,” he warns in that gravelly voice that tells me he’s serious.
His words have me scrambling onto the bed with him. It takes me a couple of tries to get over him right and the entire time I’m worried about dripping on him. That would be so humiliating.
“No such thing as shame between us,” he answers, and I realize I spoke out loud again. “Now come here and remember what happens when you’re my good girl.”
He spreads my folds with his fingers and his tongue delves into my slit. I’ve read about a billion romance novels, but nothing prepared me for the sensation of my fake boyfriend’s tongue against my clit.
I grip the headboard and cry out his name.
He grunts something against my pussy and the vibrations make me lose control. I finally sink down, letting myself enjoy it as he licks me until I’m screaming his name and my thighs are quaking.
I collapse on the bed beside him, stars still dancing behind my eyelids.
“I can’t believe you did that,” I mutter.
He licks his lips, looking pleased with himself. “You have a lifetime of that to look forward to, Mrs. Zac Maple.”
I chuckle, pretty sure he’s joking about the Mrs. Maple part. But at this point, I’d marry him for the orgasms alone. Except that I got off, but he didn’t.
I reach for his jeans, but he stops me and tips my face back up. His beard is wet and glossy. “Not yet.”
“But—”
“This was just for you,” he says. “Every time you get naked in the future, I want you thinking about how sexy your body is, how strong and magical it is. You don’t ever doubt it again.”
I sigh and snuggle against him, feeling contentment over being in his bed with his arms wrapped around me. “I can work on that.”
“That’s my good girl,” he whispers as he presses a soft kiss to my forehead.