30. Chapter 30
Rhett
Today was a long ass day at the ranch; it wouldn’t be so bad if Weston would stop giving me the cold shoulder.
At least he’s talking to his sister; it would tear her up if he was still not speaking to her.
I’d rather it be me than her going through emotional turmoil.
Maverick has tried to help, shit, even Jack talked to him, but still nothing.
The only thing I can do is show up as his friend every day, and pray that it will work out.
We’re going to be spending the rest of our lives with interconnected paths, so at some point, he’ll move on.
With all of this going on, I live for going home; at least Aspen is always happy to see me. Even if it’s just so I can rub her feet and run her a bath, I’ll take the appreciation anywhere I can find it.
Walking through the door, I hunch over to take off my boots. Aspen would have my ass if I dragged cow shit through the house. It’s little things like this that remind me how damn lucky I am, despite it all.
I never thought I would have to worry about things like this, a woman at home to bust my chops if I dragged dirt through her house.
I have a woman who chose to love me regardless of fear or doubt.
She chose sickness and health without batting an eye.
If she’d let me, I’d drag her down to the courtroom right now and make an honest woman out of her.
But I already know she would want a wedding and I don’t want to rob her of that.
Without a hesitation of a doubt, I’m making that girl mine for life.
As far as I’m concerned, that woman is my wife.
“Hey baby, I’m home,” I holler out.
“I’m in the bedroom, putting some lotion on.” Her voice carries to the living room and my legs move on their own accord, like my body can’t wait to be back in her space.
When I walk through the door, I see her standing in front of the mirror, rubbing lotion on her arms.
It’s moments like these that I realize I am still so damn hot for her; the only thing I can see in this room right now is how damn good her tits look in her bra.
It’s all she has on besides the world's smallest pair of shorts.
Her long tan legs are on full display. She is too damn perfect for her own good.
“You sure know how to turn a man's day around.” I smirk at her as her eyes meet mine. I walk up to her, nice and slow. Bordering on predatory.
I see the spark ignite in her eyes. She knows this look. It means I want to devour her. Take her body in my hands and remind her just how fucking much I love her.
My hands come around her as we face the mirror. I know she’s had her moments with this pregnancy where her changing body was a struggle. I can’t even imagine it, but damn, do I wish she could feel how feral she makes me just the way she is.
“You seem rather…” She tosses her head back and forth, trying to find a word.
I think she’s trying to find a more elegant way to say horny. In moments like this, it’s best to call it like it is.
“Rather obsessed with my woman? Can’t a man appreciate how sexy the love of his life is?” I ask, nipping at her ear the second her chest meets my back.
Goosebumps break out over her arms and her eyes close.
“I think you should leave those open.”
My hands start exploring, feeling every piece of her, running up the swell of her stomach, and gripping hard on her growing breasts.
She lets out a small whimper that has my cock straining against my jeans.
My voice barely above a husky whisper, I say, “Make that sound for me again,” as I pinch her nipple.
She replies. Always so damn good at giving me what I crave.
My hands leave her breasts, and she whimpers for a whole new reason. “No, why are you stopping?”
“I have something better in mind for you.” I look at her in the mirror, and her eyes stay locked on my hands, tracking their movement.
Her breath hitches when I slip my hand under the elastic of her shorts. Every so slowly, I drag my hand down, brushing over her clit. Her knees immediately buckle and I readjust my grip, my forearm going underneath her breasts, holding her up to me.
“What do you see?” I ask her.
Her eyes shine with desire, and her voice sounds husky and thick. “You, playing with me.”
“Playing with you where?” I whisper, eliciting another shudder.
“My pussy.”
“Do you want me to keep going?” I ask. Knowing good and well what her response will be.
“Please.” She eagerly nods.
“You beg so…damn…pretty.” I take my time with each word. Moving my hand lower and lower until I’m met with the sweet reward of her wet and tight center.
My fingers go to work, rubbing in delicate circles before sinking in.
“I want you to come on my fingers for me, baby. I want to hear how much you like it.”
She fights to keep her eyes open, watching me work her through the shorts, my hand moving up and down, in and out, any and every direction.
Her legs start to shake and I know she’s close. I increase my pace and pressure until she buckles entirely. I watch her through the mirror; her mouth falls open while her moans fill up the room, like gasoline on a flame for my desire. So damn explosive.
I pull my hand back, watching her through the mirror, until her eyes meet mine. I feel like a million bucks the second I see that sultry smile grace her lips.
She turns around to face me, her arms coming up around my neck. “Well, that was quite the surprise.”
“Can’t help myself when it comes to you,” I say, leaning down to kiss her. Her teeth graze my bottom lip, drawing out a guttural groan from me.
“I think you deserve a reward for that.”
“Your pleasure is all the reward I need.”
“It’s so cute that you think you are in charge here.” She winks at me and makes her way to her knees.
She makes quick work of removing my belt.
Her eyes never leave mine as she pulls out my cock and draws it into the back of her throat.
“Aspen,” I choke out.
Her moans send vibrations that feel otherworldly up to me.
My eyes leave hers and I watch her work me over, taking every inch. Her head bobs back and forth as her tongue swirls over me.
I use every bit of strength I have to stay standing. My body feels heavy while my head gets lost in the pleasure of it all.
I’d like to think I can last a long time, but when you have the world's sexiest woman on her knees for you, a minute or two feels like never-ending bliss. My balls tighten and I feel the telltale sign of coming.
I try to push her off, but she only scowls and sucks harder.
“Fuck, baby. I’m going to…” I try to warn her, but my cock erupts.
The aftershock of it has my head feeling tingly and buzzy. Like I’m floating on a damn cloud.
Aspen tucks me away and re-zips my pants for me.
“While I am glad you are enjoying your reward, getting off the floor is near impossible for me right now, and I do require assistance.”
A chuckle rumbles through me as I shake my head, getting my bearings.
My hands reach for hers and I pull her up.
“Have I told you how much I like coming home to you?”
“I’m really trying to be serious, but using the word coming right after this is really testing my maturity.” She smirks, and I pull her closer.
My lips meet hers, and I feel her smile against our kiss. I taste myself on her and feel myself stiffen again. Only she could have me this crazed. Wild for her in a way that makes me feel alive.