Chapter 11
CHAPTER
ELEVEN
Savvy.
Marleigh had left a while ago and I had run the barrels until my legs burned and my hands ached from gripping the reins.
Now, I was dead tired but in the best way. I sat on the tailgate of Destry’s truck with my legs hung over the side. Destry sat next to me, one leg hanging off, the other propped up on the bed and a bottle of water dangling from his fingers.
He hadn’t said much since I finished, just sat there, relaxed, staring into the darkness but I sensed him. I wasn’t used to the quiet between us, but somehow, it didn’t feel uncomfortable. It felt... settled, right.
"That was perfect."
Destry’s smirk surfaced. “Yeah?”
I turned my head toward him. “Yeah.”
His gaze drifted over me in the same unhurried manner. “I damn sure didn’t think you would like taking orders.”
“I don’t.”
He chuckled, tipping his water. “You still didn’t give Marleigh as much shit as you give me.”
I rolled my eyes, but I couldn’t stop my grin from forming. “Because she actually knows what she’s talking about.”
“So if it was me, you wouldn’t have listened?”
“Nope.”
Destry grinned, twisting the cap back on his water and setting it down on the truck bed. “Good to know where we stand.”
I stretched my legs out, feeling the ache in my muscles. “I still can’t believe you set this up for me.”
He watched me quietly for a minute. “Figured you would appreciate it.”
Something about the way he said it so matter-of-factly made my stomach pull tightly.
I swallowed. “Nobody’s ever done anything like this for me before.”
Destry didn’t look surprised. “That doesn’t sit right with me.”
I glanced over at him. He was still watching me and his expression was a little softer than usual, like he was actually thinking about what that meant.
It made me feel seen. My parents loved me but that was about all they had to offer and I didn’t mind because I understood. The men in my past didn’t care about me enough to want anything outside of the relationships I had with them so this meant a lot.
I looked away, focusing on the stars instead. “Guess I got used to doing things on my own.”
“I fuck with that but it doesn’t mean you always have to.”
I turned back to him, letting his words sink in a little too deep.
The way he said it and the way he meant it like he wasn’t just talking about the damn horse and the barrels he set up for me. He was talking about something else entirely and my stomach tightened for the millionth time. I didn’t know what to say.
I tipped my chin toward him. “You always this generous or am I just special?”
“I think we both know the answer to that.”
The heat in my chest spread lower and I hated how easily he could turn everything in me and around me into a chaotic mess with just a look and simple words.
I lifted my brow, playing it off. “What I know is you’re pushy?”
“And what I know is that you like it when I push.”
I kept my eyes on him, refusing to let him see how much I was affected.
“I tolerate you pushing.”
He grinned but didn’t say anything.
I shook my head, rolling my eyes. He laughed lightly and I couldn’t help but smile. This man had just changed everything for me and was acting like it wasn’t a big deal. He saw what I had dreamed about for years and made it happen. My heart felt too full and my chest was tight in a way I didn’t know how to process.
Without thinking, I shifted forward, climbing into his lap, leaning into him. His hands immediately went to my waist but he didn’t say anything. Didn’t throw out some cocky remark like I expected. He just let me be there. I looped my arms around his neck, feeling my pulse strumming hard.
“Thank you,” I murmured.
His fingers tightened on my hips. “You don’t have to keep thanking me.”
I shook my head. “I do.”
“Savvy—”
“You know how you want something your whole life but don’t think it’s possible? And even if you know deep down it’s supposed to be, you just don’t believe it’ll happen?”
He tensed beneath me and after a moment, he nodded. “Yeah.”
I held his gaze and my chest tightened even more. “That’s what this is for me. I’ve always wanted this.” I laughed and rolled my eyes. “And the crazy thing is there’s no deep story about why. I grew up here. I’ve been around stuff like this all my life but when I was a kid, my father worked on one of the ranches and I tagged along. One of the ladies out there was practicing barrels and I was so damn fascinated. It was almost pretty.”
He barked a laugh. “That shit isn’t pretty, Rebel. His lids lowered. “It’s sexy when you do it though.”
I shrugged and grinned. “I’m a girl. It was pretty to me. The way she handled her horse and moved around the barrels was, I don’t know…”
“Pretty…” He sounded amused as hell and I nodded.
“I wanted that.” I sighed. “I know it might not seem like a big deal but I really appreciate all this.”
His fingers brushed over my back. “It made you happy so it’s damn sure a big deal.”
I leaned in and kissed him soft, nothing like the teasing, frustrating kisses from before. This was different.
Destry’s fingers flexed against me but he didn’t rush or try to take control like usual. He just let me lead and show him what I meant. When I finally pulled back, he didn’t say anything for a second. He only looked at me. Really looked at me.
I traced my fingers over the collar of his shirt. “What about you?”
His brows edged in. “What about me?”
I tilted my head, searching his face. “You’ve done everything. Won the titles. Built a name for yourself. What do you want that you don’t think you’ll ever get?”
Destry kept his hands lightly against my hips. He didn’t try to dodge the question with a smug remark.
“Something that lasts. Everything I have right now that isn’t attached to this ranch or my parents, the bull riding and rodeo life, it’s temporary. The wins and the crowds won’t last forever. That shit is cool but I want something that does.”
The way he said it, the raw, honest vulnerability sank into me.
I swallowed hard. “You ever think you’ll find it?”
His eyes locked on mine again. “Maybe. Just depends on if I find the right thing to hold onto.”
My heart went crazy in my chest and my mind was all over the place which probably accounted for the next thing that left my mouth.
“It’s late…”
“Yeah, it is.”
“I should probably go…”
“Probably…”
“Or I could stay…” He didn’t say anything, just stared at me, and when I started to second guess myself and pull away, his hand moved to the back of my neck and he kissed me.
I guessed that was a yes…
Destry lived in a ranch house on the back side of his parents’ place. It was nice, simple, and fit him perfectly. After my ride, I needed another shower, so he guided me to the one in his bedroom where he pointed out everything I needed. Towel, washcloth, and his body wash.
I stripped out of my clothes, not feeling anxious about what I was doing, but the weight of who I was doing it with felt overwhelming. Destry Callahan wasn’t just any guy. Being with him was going to be a lot more complicated than any of the other men from my past because he was already proving that he wasn’t typical. I also wasn’t going to fool myself into thinking this was deeper than just sex.
Regardless of all the effort he put into tonight, I refused to let myself get confused about what this could lead to, so I pushed all those hopeful feelings to the back of my mind and decided tonight would be what it was. Really amazing sex because there was no way this man would disappoint.
When I stepped back into his bedroom with a towel secured around my body, Destry stepped into his bedroom with one around his waist. I frowned and took him in and he grinned. “Guest room.”
“Oh…” I stood by his bed, awkwardly gripping the towel until he crossed the room and dropped his chin.
“You change your mind?”
I shook my head and moved closer and he kissed my shoulder. “You sure, because I’m cool with just chilling if that’s what you want. I’m not…”
I cut him off, tugged my towel, and let it drop to my feet. “I am.”
His eyes lowered, taking me in before his fingers gently brushed my hip. My body jerked from the tension and he smirked. “You sure? Because you look like you’re about to fucking run.”
“To you, not from you.” He smiled, sinfully slow, then gripped my chin, dropping his mouth to mine. I moaned into his mouth and gripped his towel, tugging it free. When I lowered my eyes, I froze, because fuck .
My fingers brushed over his stomach before I let them move lower. The muscles in his abs flexed when my fingers wrapped around the base of his dick but when I sank down on the edge of the bed, he frowned and grabbed my wrist.
“What are you doing.”
“Saying thank you.”
“That’s not necessary.” He frowned hard and I almost laughed because the way his eyes watched my lips, like he was already imagining his dick between them, was a clear sign that he was perfectly okay with the way I planned on thanking him.
“Maybe not necessary but unless you tell me you have a problem with your dick in my mouth, then it’s happening.”
“Fuck,” he mumbled under his breath so damn low I almost missed it before he followed with, “I definitely don’t have a problem with my dick in your mouth. I just didn’t want you thinking we were exchanging favors or that this is why I…”
“Understood…” I cut him off with one word, seconds before my tongue glided over his dick and I let it fully push past my lips. I smiled when fuck left his mouth again but this time, from a deep throaty place that made my stomach tighten and my pussy clench.
My hands gripped the sides of his thighs and moved behind them where I urged him forward until I felt the thickness of his dick deeper in my mouth. I flexed my Jaw and managed to take more of him without gagging. I was weirdly aroused by the way he slowly fucked my mouth while he grunting his approval for my ability to take him deeper.
Each time he met the back of my throat, my stomach tensed more. His easy pace became more urgent until his hand cuffed the side of my face and his thumb moved over my jaw and my top lip before he gripped hard and thrust forward, letting his cum spill over my tongue and trickle down my throat. I swallowed and sucked until his dick was no longer pulsing against my tongue then he eased out of my mouth and his fingers glided over my jaw and lips again.
When I lifted my eyes, his were waiting, narrowed, and he almost looked annoyed until a ghost of a smile surfaced. He didn’t say anything and the silence felt awkward until he stepped away and returned with a handful of condoms, which he tossed on the bed. My eyes lowered to them and when I arched my brow, he grinned.
“I hope you didn’t think this was a one and done.”
Once our bodies met the mattress, his pressed against mine and his lips dragged along my jaw and continued down my body until his face was buried between my thighs. I tilted my head back and opened them wider, giving him more access, gasping when two fingers sank into me at the same time his tongue flicked over my clit.
“You have no idea what you’ve started, Rebel. Definitely not a one and done.”
The man’s tongue was truly a gift because it took no time at all for my body to blaze and my core to tighten with the promise of an amazing orgasm. He licked and sucked with an unfair skill that had my hips rolling and my muscles locking tightly in preparation.
A groan left my mouth when his palms pressed hard against my thighs, spreading them wider before his thick fingers pushed into me again. My wallspulsed and throbbed around them but the moment he curled them and roughly brushed over my spot, I unraveled and fell apart with my pussy convulsing and my clit throbbing so intensely that I came hard and fast, jerking away from the bed, pushing my hips up against his face. He welcomed the motion with the warmth of his tongue while he stroked me through my release.
Destry kept his eyes on me while he lifted upright and put on a condom. I watched through lowered eyes until he was over me again, pushing into me inch by glorious inch. Too much and not enough, but fuck, it felt amazing. My pussy tightened with greed as he filled me slowly. I dropped my head back and closed my eyes, which heightened the sensation of him challenging my body. When he wasas deep as he could go, I lifted my legs and rolled my hips, grinding against him.
“I could live in this shit all night,” he groaned as he rocked in and out of me with deliberate thrusts that forced me to feel every inch of him while he continued at a steady pace.
I would let him live in me all night if it meant more of this. My body was already tingling with the promise of a second orgasm so I tightened my thighs and rolled against him, needing more contact and him deeper. My clit roughly brushed against him and the combination of the motion and his depth tipped me over the edge again.
So good, too damn good.
He slowed his pace and glided in and out of me torturously slow then his thrusts picked up, becoming harder and deeper. When my eyes peeled open, his were locked on my face and narrowed with the determination of reaching his own release. I smiled and met his thrusts, reaching for him. My fingers curled around his neck and I brought his mouth down to mine. When our tongues met and he groaned into my mouth, my pussy was pulsing again but this time he met me there. After one more hard thrust that landed unfairly deep, we both came hard.
Destry continued kissing me until my body relaxed into the mattress, then he smiled, lazy and arrogant. “I could get used to this.”
“Don’t.” I narrowed my eyes and he laughed, brushing his mouth over mine before he took his time easing out of me. When he stood at the end of the bed and his eyes slowly moved over my body, his smile made my pussy tighten.
“I guess that means I’ll have to take full advantage of you being here tonight since you’re pretending this is the last time you’ll be in my bed.” He grinned and walked away from the bed and my eyes shifted to the condoms because I had a feeling that was my warning that we would be using every single one and I was looking forward to it.