Chapter 11 Diamond
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Diamond
Rhett’s voice is rough and low. It sends a shiver through me, and hopefully it means what I hope it means.
“Am I?”
My voice carries the confidence I’d hoped it would. Thank god for Hunter’s pep talk earlier. He might sometimes be a bit of a bulldog with the men I date, but when he sat down and told me point-blank he hoped Rhett and I weren’t just going to be a one-time thing, I nearly fell over.
He’s been a good friend to me, but I never expected him to endorse whatever I’m doing with Rhett. At least not so soon and easily. I suspect his impending parenthood has a lot to do with it. That kid doesn’t know it yet, but he just found a home most people can only dream of.
Rhett dusts his hands and stands. The eyes I’m infatuated with don’t seem as conflicted as before. “The cookie was delicious,” he says and takes a step closer to me.
“I’m glad you liked it. I made it for you.”
“I know.” He takes another step closer, and the air between us practically crackles. “I didn’t get what I wanted before my break ended.”
“Oh? And what’s that?”
Please, dear baby Jesus, make it be a kiss.
Rhett closes the space between us, and his calloused palm slides along my neck. The simple touch sparks a long-dormant want inside me. “A kiss.”
“Fuck, thank god. Yes. Please.”
His lips lift in a soft smile that instantly melts my heart before he brings his lips to mine. He’s soft and gentle at first, both of us tentative. I’m never nervous, but my stomach flips and my hands sweat as I kiss him back.
My hands slide up his chest, resting on his shoulders as he pulls away from my lips and rests his forehead on mine.
“I want more of this. More of you,” he breathes.
“We want the same thing, Rhett.” My hands find the way into his hair, still flattened from his cowboy hat, and the man nearly purrs when my nails cross his scalp.
This time, his kiss is more demanding, both hands now holding my face and tilting my head back to take what he wants. And I give him everything because I want the same.
When we finally part again, my entire soul aches for more. More kissing, more skin, more touches, and more of just being with the man. I’d watch him do his taxes if it meant we could be in the same room.
“My earlier offer still stands.” My fingers brush the hair from his forehead, and I swallow hard.
“The offer of my king-size bed. I’d love nothing more than to wake up with you, Rhett.
” Time would need to stop for me to forget about what it feels like to have his lips on mine for longer than a quickie at his place.
Waking up with him? I already know it would change my life in more ways than learning to share blankets.
He kisses me again, harder maybe than he intended, but I don’t mind one bit to see the effect I have on him. To know I’ve been on his mind and under his skin so much that he loses all that restraint is a powerful thing.
“If I say yes,” he whispers against my lips. “I can’t promise more, darlin’. I want to be upfront with you.”
“I wouldn’t want you to make a promise that you’ll break.”
“I’m still a mess on the inside.”
His confession has me pause. How could he be more of a mess than me?
This time, I press my lips to his and bite at his bottom lip.
He gasps, and I want more of that sound.
“Everybody is. We all just deal with the mess in different ways. If we don’t try to clean it up or even shove it under the bed for a while, we let life pass us by.
No promises need to be made except that we get naked for longer than ten minutes this time. ”
Rhett doesn’t let me go. His hands still cradle my face like I’m a delicate treasure, and while I appreciate the tenderness, I want him to just be himself and let it all go. We can enjoy each other and worry about the mess afterward.
“Okay.”
A laugh slips out at the way he just agreed to share my bed. Like I offered him pancakes for dinner, and he accepted the choice because he just likes pancakes.
“Okay,” I echo, and he finally laughs. “Do you want to follow me home?”
“Yeah.”
We kiss more before I finally push him off.
“Get your stuff, cowboy. If we don’t stop kissing, we’ll never make it home.”
He shrugs as he gathers his phone and keys while turning the lights off.
“That’s not as bad an option as it sounds. I like kissing you.”
We exit the office, and Rhett guides us to the side exit. We stop next to my Jeep, and he opens the door for me. With a quick kiss, I jump in and wait for him to get in his truck and follow me.
Once we’re both driving and I’m heading for home, I remember my dad is likely still awake, and I should give him a heads up. He picks up on the first ring.
“Hello, favourite son!”
“I’m your only son.”
“Still my favourite.”
We do this every time, and I’ll never admit I love it.
“Listen, Dad… someone is coming home with me. Could you not be in the living room in about five minutes?”
“Ahh, say no more, I’ll take myself and the cooking channel to my room.”
“Thanks, Dad. I just don’t think he’s ready for that explanation right away.”
Glancing in my mirror, I smile when I see he’s still right behind me.
“Is it Rhett?”
“It is.”
“Say no more. I’m on it. See you for breakfast.”
He hangs up before I can tell him that’s unnecessary, and a moment later, I’m pulling into my driveway behind my dad’s car. Rhett pulls in beside me, barely, on the two-car-wide driveway.
I raise a finger to my lips for him to be quiet as we enter my home. Dad is gone as he promised, and after grabbing Rhett’s hand, I pull him down the short flight of stairs to my area.
“I have a roommate. But this is my space.”
Rhett’s gaze turns to something close to feral as he walks me backwards into the wall. “So I can get you naked out here, and nobody will walk in?”
“Nope.”
His lips crash into mine as his body pins me to the wall. Our hands search and fumble at buttons and zippers, and I don’t remember the last time I felt so alive with someone.
“Fuck, baby. Get out of these pants. I hate skinny jeans.” Rhett growls his frustration, and I step back, shimmying out of the offending pants and standing in front of him with nothing but the lacy thong I chose while hoping for this exact scenario.
Rhett’s lips part, and a breathy sigh escapes. “You’re a vision, darlin’. A fucking vision.” He reaches for me, pulling me flush against his hard body. His lips are everywhere, and it’s hard to register all the sensations.
His lips on my skin, his scruff along my neck, and his chest hair…fuck, it’s so coarse against my smooth skin that I want to rub on him like a cat. Which I sort of do since a laugh puffs across my ear.
“Are you purring?” Rhett asks.
With a laugh, I melt into him. “Maybe. You feel so good, I can’t help it.”
He shrugs the rest of the way out of his shirt, and my fingers finish unbuttoning his jeans.
Dropping to my knees, I pull his jeans down with me.
Kissing his thighs to his ankles, I help him get each foot out of his pants.
He’s still wearing his socks, and there’s nothing special about them.
Just white sport socks, and I pull them up with a quick glance at his face.
“You have a thing for socks?”
“I have a thing for you naked in socks, specifically.”
My fingers curl into the band of his briefs, and I slide them down his legs slowly. Rhett’s breath comes in short pants, and his thighs visibly tremble as my hands pass over them.
His reactions to this make me high. His reactions are the best drug I could ever sample. That’s the best way to describe how I’m feeling right now, as this hot-as-fuck man unravels under my hands. His cock is slick and wet, oozing for me, and I feel like Superman.
“You’re doing a good job of driving me crazy.” Rhett’s head thumps back against the wall as his fingers slide behind my neck. He’s not shoving my face into his dick. It’s more like he needs to touch me. To connect us even if I’m on my knees for him.
“Are you okay standing?”
His throat bobs as he swallows. “I…I’m…”
Standing, I cup his cheek and force him to look at me. “Are you with me, cowboy? What’s wrong?”
He shakes his head quickly. “Nothing. I’ve just, I don’t…” His cheeks flush as he meets my gaze. “Just being naked in front of you is edging me, Diamond. I don’t want to come fast.”
Okay, I wasn’t expecting that, and I’m out of superhero references for descriptors. I’ll have to switch to animals and say I pound my chest like a gorilla at his admission.
“Nobody has ever told me that before.”
“I think you’re gorgeous. Whatever you’re wearing is hot, and I kind of just want you to fuck me to take the edge off.”
The breath leaves my lungs in a giant whoosh as he grabs my neck and pulls my mouth to his. He punches his hips into mine, and I can’t help but make the purring sound again. “I can do that.” Pulling him by the hand, I open my bedroom door just off the main room where we were standing naked.
Rhett falls onto my bed, pulling me along with him. I fall on his chest with an oomph, and he grins up at me.
“How does a single guy sleep in this bed alone every night? It’s giant.”
“Like a fucking starfish.” I laugh before kissing him, but keep the lonely bit to myself for now.
Our hands have slowed down some, but Rhett still keens like he hasn’t had a hand on his cock in a decade. Testing the waters, I run a finger along his crack and circle his hole with gentle pressure.
“Fuck, darlin’…”
Rolling fast, I grab the lube and a condom before returning to his body.
Rhett has his knees bent, and while his white socks pulled up seem like they should be odd, I love them.
It makes him seem more than real and less like a dream with his coarse leg hair poking out of the top of a white tube of fabric he probably bought at Walmart.
A universe away from the sexy cowboy on horseback. More attainable, maybe.
“Can I put my mouth on you, or will that be awful?”
Rhett laughs deeply. “Nothing you can do will be awful. But I know what you mean, and I think if you’re… less ambitious about it I might be okay.”
“Ambitious.” I snort. “So don’t suck your cock like it’s my job while I have my fingers in you? That it?”
“Talking to me like that isn’t helping,” he hisses, and a bead of precum drips from his hard cock to emphasize the point.
So I don’t talk. It’s almost like Rhett has never had anyone lavish attention on him. He seems like he’s on a hair trigger with everything I do or say, and while I’m flattered, it makes me wonder if this is part of why he said he couldn’t promise anything beyond fun.
His fingers curl into the sheets, my sheets, while he squirms and pants. I’m not even sucking him like I want to, but I think burying myself in him will be worth that sacrifice.
Rhett watches me from under those dark lashes as I roll the condom on. A look I could get used to, that’s for sure. Pushing one knee back, I watch Rhett’s face as I enter him, morphing from unbridled lust to utter bliss.
“Fuck… god… Diamond.”
He’s lost himself completely, and it’s the hottest thing. Rhett is pliant and babbling as I rock into him at a moderate pace.
“Wanna kiss you,” he says. So I drop his leg and bend over him. His hands hold me close as he wraps his thighs around me, and then it’s my turn to walk the edge of an orgasm.
With my lips still on his, I mumble, “Trap me with those thighs, Rhett. Pull me into you. Fuck…”
He flexes and pushes his heels down with every thrust. We’ve picked up the pace, and the headboard I keep meaning to replace thumps on the wall with a deep rhythm.
“Gonna come, Dee.”
“Do it, baby. Come all over yourself while I’m buried in you.”
Rhett doesn’t moan. He fucking roars loud enough that I’m afraid my dad might hear as he comes between us. His ass is like a damn vise on my dick, and even though he already has his legs wrapped around me tight, I thrust in deeper.
This is my favourite place on earth. Hands down.
I shatter when he guides my mouth to his in a scorching kiss. From the roots of my hair to the bottom of my feet, a flame races like a fuse on dynamite, and I gasp into his mouth when I come.
“Jesus fuck, cowboy. I think I lost my vision for a minute.”
His hands smooth my back as he finally unwraps his legs, and I pull out, only to flop on his chest with a grin.
“How does it feel getting dicked down by a guy with one nut?”
I can tell he wants to say something sensitive. Everything about Rhett just screams that. Doesn’t want to hurt a fly, even when it falls in his drink. “It’s okay. Just say it. It won’t hurt my feelings.”
“It was fucking incredible, and I wasn’t prepared for your dirty mouth.” He brushes his fingers down my cheek. “You’re something else.”
He kisses me softly, and I’m pretty sure he just stole a piece of my heart without even trying.
“It might surprise you to know some men back out when they know that. The whole one-testicle-short-of-a-pair thing. I like to check in now so I don’t make it awkward later when I call you for a repeat, and suddenly you’re never available, you know?”
Best to get that out of the way and let him decide what to do with it.
“It doesn’t make you any less desirable, darlin’. Probably more, if I’m honest.”
Oh shit. Shit. Shit.
He did not just say something like that while we’re still both sex drunk.
I shift to raise myself off him and not fucking cry over the guy. I’m not embarrassing myself after I just lived my fantasy. The pull of cum in body hair makes us both groan, but not in the good way. However, it’s the distraction I need.
“Is your shower big enough for two?”
“It is! Come on.”
Rhett follows me to the bathroom next to my bedroom. The giant soaker tub is my favourite thing, but the shower is pretty good too. I turn the taps to warm up the water and look at his feet pointedly.
“You can take the socks off now.”
He bends and does that while I turn away and pull out some fresh towels, trying to control all the damn feelings threatening to spill over.
Rhett’s hands on my hips and lips on my neck as he brushes up behind me are definitely things I could get used to, and I turn in his arms.
“Are you spending the night?”
“Do you want me to?”
“Not what I asked, cowboy.”
I can’t put words in his mouth or assume. This time, it needs to come from him with no prompting. I practically tortured him into giving in to coming here tonight. If he truly wants to stay, I need it to be his choice completely.
“I guess it depends on whether you have any of my favourite coffee here.” His lips twitch, and I can’t help but lean in for a quick kiss.
“I might know a guy who can make that happen.”
“Then I guess I’m staying.”
Not quite the confirmation I was hoping for, but I’ll take it.