Chapter 13 Jovie
“Ugh,” I grumbled, stirring awake from my nap, and checking the time on my phone.
7’oclock already?
Blinking away from the drowsiness, I sat up from my nap on the couch, noticing the darkness outside indicating I’d slept for much longer than I had intended. Nash was likely long gone by now, already back to the Cameron ranch. We had returned from fixing the irrigation system around 3 in the afternoon, so I’d just taken an accidental four-hour nap.
I inwardly face palmed as my stomach rumbled with hunger. I rose to raid the leftovers Gloria had prepared for lunch. As I stood at the kitchen island, munching on a sandwich, my phone lit up, cutting through the darkness of the ranch. Patrick’s name glowed on the screen accompanied by a text, a strange reminder of the life I'd left behind only a week ago though it felt like much longer now. I hadn’t heard from him since I left so I swiped up, curious to see what he could have written.
Patrick: I miss you. I hope your first week on the ranch went well.
I sighed. Despite my clear decision to end things with Patrick, he had insisted he’d be waiting for me back in Houston. I hadn’t expected him to keep his word and I realized even more now that I didn't want him to. He was undeniably handsome and a nice guy—perfect on paper, as I’d told Stevie. Any woman would be lucky to date him. However, there had always been something missing and ending things with him over dinner had been easy - too easy.
His unexpected text tonight was a reminder of what I’d left behind in Houston, however, it didn’t stir the same emotions it might have inside me a week ago. A week before I met Nash.
Finishing my sandwich, I tossed the plate in the trash and headed for a shower. After a day’s work on the ranch followed by a four-hour nap, I felt grimy and exhausted but there was no way I'd be able to fall asleep now.
Entering my grandfather’s bathroom, I started to run the water and added some Epsom salt again as the tub began to fill. As I waited, I headed back to my room, pulled out a change of clothes from my luggage when I felt something bulge on the side zipper - my vibrator.
I know exactly how to release all the tension in my muscles.
I slowly slipped it out of the bag, and took it with me to the bathroom, stripping the dirty clothes from my body, I slipped under the now warm water.
I sighed, relaxing back into the tub, and enjoying the way it held me up as the waves warmed my muscles, working to release all my stress from the week.
As I fired my toy up, I slowly slipped it between my wet folds and pressed the top part against my clitoris, allowing the gentle pulses to begin their slow ascent. I audibly relaxed at the sensation, my mind drifting to the events of this week as my thoughts inadvertently landed on Nash. He was so damn attractive, and it'd been a while since I'd had sex. Naturally, he was the first person I thought of after spending an entire day with him.
Nope, think of Patrick. The man who’s interested in waiting a year for you back in Houston. Think of how it felt to have him inside of you.
But my mind kept returning to Nash. His big, thick, veiny forearms and muscular back. The way his strength was evident as he gripped tools as if he’d been born with a hammer in his hand. I wondered if everything about him was thick. Judging by the view I'd gotten through his pajama pants at the beginning of this week, I felt confident he was.
Ugh. No, think of Patrick. His brown hair, brown eyes. The patience and commitment he has waiting 12 months for you.
But that wasn't doing it for me.
What about Nash’s piercing green eyes and his tousled blonde hair? The effortless way he wore a cowboy hat adding to his rugged charm. And those muscles—rippling as he tossed a bale of hay over the fence today. What about the way he unashamedly watched you as the sun rose this morning? The intensity of his eyes and the way the light caught them. There was a darkness that lurked just under the surface for him and every now and then, I would catch a glimpse and wonder how it’d feel to have him unleash that on me.
Ugh...I need to stop thinking about him.
The vibrations kicked up another notch as I felt my thighs clench around the toy.
Shit, I can’t .
No matter how hard I was trying, I couldn’t get there by forcing myself to think of Patrick. Every time I would feel my clitoris throb and my orgasm build, it was when I was thinking of Nash, but forcing myself to think about Patrick instead was like jumping into an ice-cold bathtub. It immediately cooled things down and my turn on became a turn off. I was starting to get frustrated, my body oscillating between ecstasy and clawing for an orgasm I couldn’t achieve.
Nash was my neighbor, someone who was eager to see me fail so he could take over my grandfather's ranch. He was someone who should be off limits or it could potentially complicate things. And someone who didn't seem to be interested in anything more than a working relationship though I could tell he found me attractive too.
Ok, maybe just think of Nash a little bit so you can get this release. You broke up with Patrick anyways. You’re working with Nash for the next 12 months and aren’t going to be able to avoid looking at him. It's only natural to think about him when you’re hundreds of miles away from any other men.
Nash… his thick forearms… his thick back… his thick cock… thrusting into you… the intensity of his eyes, he’s calling out your name, he’s coming undone... his tough exterior is slipping.
I could feel my orgasm building inside my core, my clitoris pulsing eagerly as my insides began to contract.
“Yes! ugh, yes!” I groaned out into the empty bathroom space. I couldn’t hold back the cries of ecstasy that escaped my lips as my head rocked back and I let go, my eyes fluttered closed as my insides contracted so strongly around the hard plastic. It’d been a long week, and this was exactly what I had needed.
Unfortunately, my orgasm was short lived as the bathroom door flew open revealing a concerned Nash, his eyes were wild as he opened the door, panting and scanning the bathroom.
“What the hell...?” he asked as he looked at my flushed face.
I let out a scream at the shock of the intrusion, lost my grip on the vibrator and felt it slip between my legs and under the water. My hands fumbled to find and retrieve it, causing me to splash the contents of my bath all over the floor.
Nash looked down at me in the tub, eyebrows knitted in concern, and then shifted his gaze to the foot where my now pink toy bobbed up and down like a buoy, threatening to expose my embarrassment.
“Were you just...?”
I quickly pushed myself back up out of the water, ensuring the bubbles concealed my bare chest as I hastily snatched the offending pink toy, plunging it back into the bubbly abyss.
“Doesn't anyone around here knock?! CLOSE THE FUCKING DOOR!” I screamed.
A wicked smile played on Nash’s face as he grinned down at me and folded his arms across his chest. “Hope it was me you were thinking of while you got off. If you need a hand with that, I can help you out?”
“GET OUT!” I shouted, my cheeks immediately flushed with embarrassment.
He smiled and then turned on his heel, pulling the door closed behind him.
My cheeks were flushed, not just from embarrassment but the insane orgasm I had just experienced. I hadn't come that hard with a toy in a while but of course, I'd never had a neighbor like Nash until a week ago.
I’m never going to live this down.
I quickly tried to gather myself, grabbed a towel, and dried off as my mind raced on how I was going to explain what he just witnessed. Slipping into a pair of leggings and a cropped t-shirt, I pulled the door open, stomping through my grandfather’s room and out to the kitchen. Nash was currently sitting at the island, munching on one of the leftover sandwiches from earlier today and watching something on his phone.
“What the hell are you doing here?! It’s the weekend. I thought you were going home?”
“I was. I took a shower and packed up my stuff, but Mitchell needed me to check out something with one of the tractors. I came back inside and noticed you weren’t on the couch anymore, so I figured I’d head out. But on my way out the door, I heard what sounded like a cross between someone drowning or getting attacked in your bathroom, so I figured I’d go investigate. Turns out it was just your little toy giving you the ride of your life.” His eyes shifted to mine as my cheeks darkened with embarrassment.
“I had hoped it was me you were thinking about in there...” He repeated with that sexy grin that made my insides flutter and my underwear dampen. He then reached over next to him where I’d left my phone an hour earlier on the counter. “...Until a few minutes ago when I heard your phone go off and saw you got a text from Patrick Sheppard. Sounds like he misses you just as much as you miss him.”
He stood up, pushed my phone across the counter and grabbed his bag off the floor before tipping his cowboy hat towards me just like the day we'd first met.
“Have a nice weekend, Jovie.”
I looked down at the phone in my hand where Patrick's name flashed from a text sent two minutes ago.
Patrick: I meant what I said. I’m waiting for you. Give me a call when you get a chance. I miss you, Jovie.