Chapter 10 #2
“I honestly don’t know what you’re thinking. What I do know is we haven’t discussed much about that part of my life.”
“I didn’t think we needed to.”
“It’s relevant though, especially if I’m going to be here. This is your house, your ranch…”
“It’s just a house,” I defended.
“Nah, baby. It’s not just a house. This is your family’s legacy.
As a man, I have to consider what that means, because if we’re together on some serious shit, the goal is for us to build our own legacy.
One of the first lessons my father taught me about being a man is that I have to be able to hold my own.
I need you to know I can, and if I’m here, I’m damn sure not half assing when it comes to you. ”
I lifted my mug, grinning as the steamy brew eased into my mouth. “I have no problem letting a man be a man. If you want to share the wealth, then by all means, let it rain, cowboy.”
He laughed. “If I’m making it rain, you’re coming out of some clothes.”
“I’m not opposed,” I admitted.
His eyes crawled over me slowly, lingering at my exposed legs before he cursed under his breath.
“How about we circle back to that later? Right now I want to make sure we’re on the same page with what I need from you and what you need from me if we’re going to be in this.”
“I don’t need money from you, if that’s what you’re asking.
I’m comfortable. Not that kind of comfortable.
” I pointed to his phone which was now on the counter next to us, still exposing the very impressive balance in his bank account.
“But things work around here. So all I need from you is you.” I grinned.
“Well… and unlimited orgasms, because the ones you’ve provided so far have been very satisfying. ”
He chuckled and nodded. “That’s a very easy request.”
“Okay then, what do you need from me?”
“Unlimited access to provide you with those orgasms.”
I grinned. “Done. What else?”
“I need you to let me take care of you. Whatever that looks like, I need the ability to do that, and just so we’re clear, that doesn’t have a damn thing to do with money.”
“Also done.”
“I also need you to let me know if things change. I can’t really explain why this feels so right to me but it does. I’ll fall back if you need space and I’ll let you decide how to pace things with us.”
“That’s very generous of you,” I said in a teasing tone before I placed my mug on the counter and looped my arms around his neck. “I know none of this makes sense but I’ve decided to stay in the moment and let things be what they are. I like what I feel…”
“And what do you feel…” His mouth touched mine but he didn’t kiss me right away.
“I feel like I’m yours and you’re mine. We’ll figure out the rest as we go.”
“I’m good with that.”
Ro kissed me and I moaned and circled my hips against him to the motion of his tongue exploring my mouth. When he pulled back, I smiled and pointed to his chest. “I’m going to need you to step back.”
His handsome face shifted into a frown. “Why?”
“Because I’m going to suck your dick, then make you breakfast, unless you have any objections.”
“Nah, I’m good with that. Do your thing.
” He stepped back and I slipped off the counter, easing around him while he filled the space I’d just vacated.
When I had his sweats and briefs out the way, I grabbed the base of his dick with one hand and stroked it with the other.
His length and girth were award worthy—long, thick, veiny, and a few shades darker than the rest of him.
Perfection…
I kept my eyes on him, needing to see his reaction when my mouth made contact.
As soon as my tongue circled the head, he gripped the counter and his eyes lowered more.
I sucked him in nice and slow, fisting the base and smiling as my lips spread wide around him.
I relaxed my throat, taking him in deep, allowing him to become intimately acquainted with the back of my throat.
Welcome to Miller’s Pointe, cowboy…
Our day had been perfect, making me long for more days like this. After delivering the best head of his life, according to Ro, I made us breakfast, we ate, then finished up my orders for Jubilee. He ended up dozing off, which allowed me time to work on the buckle I was making for him.
The design was simple, his initials on the front with a textured finish and his family’s logo on the back.
From the way he talked about his family and his brother, he missed them.
If Ro were truly staying here in Miller’s Pointe, that meant he wouldn’t see his brother as much.
Adding his family’s ranch logo would allow Ro to carry them with him, no matter where he landed.
When Ro was up later, we checked on my babies and made dinner together.
Tonight was easy, sandwiches and vegetable soup from the can that I spiced up a little.
Now we were chilling in the living room, with a bottle of bourbon, just existing and this was honestly the best part of my day.
The tree, the fireplace, and the man I was with set the vibe.
I could get used to this, doing nothing with a man that felt like something.
Something important, something needed, something I was already addicted to…
We were seated on the thick, furry rug that covered the space under the massive wooden table which sat as an island in the middle of the sofas.
His back was at the base of the longest one.
I was seated on his lap with Ro’s knees bent behind me so I could recline comfortably.
Since he was obsessed with his hands on my bare skin, I was in one of his shirts with no pants on.
The warmth of his callused hands had me grounded in the acknowledgement that he was here with me and very present.
“You’re thinking too hard.” I lifted the bottle of Black Ops and turned it up, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand before I handed it to Ro.
“Nah, I’m just trying to make sure I don’t incriminate myself.” He smiled sexily before turning up the bottle. When he was done, I placed it beside us.
“I’m pretty sure that’s the point, cowboy. We’re incriminating ourselves by exposing our deepest, darkest secrets.”
“You’re the best. Why the hell does it matter who the worst was?”
I shrugged. “Because you could be lying. I want to know what was so terrible about her skills that made mine so great.”
His hand moved to the back of my neck and his fingers eased into my hair. He massaged the nape of my neck while he brought me closer, stopping just shy of my mouth, with his lips that I wanted on mine, hovering.
“It wasn’t the skills, Reece. It was the woman delivering them.” I frowned and he laughed. “The fuck you frowning for, you asked the damn question.”
I did…
“But for clarification, the skills don’t matter as much as the person.
She wasn’t you. That’s the most honest answer I can give that explains it.
Seeing you in front of me like that, feeling your mouth on me, shit, you could have totally fucked that up and I still would have given you the top spot.
Sex is sex, but intimacy with someone who matters will always be the best there is. ”
I smiled and rolled my eyes. “Oh, you’re good.”
“I’m honest.” He delivered a few soft kisses before his tongue joined the party. I leaned into his chest and brought my arms up around his neck, taking a little more of him, which Ro didn’t seem to mind.
“You’re full of shit is what you are,” I said after we separated.
“I’m a man who knows better than to put myself in that type of situation, but, I meant what I said. You are the reason it was the best I’ve ever had.”
“Okay fine, I’ll let you have that. Best Christmas memory.”
He considered the question for a minute.
“When I was nineteen. It was the Christmas before I lost my parents. They had a holiday rodeo and that was my first time competing in something big. My mom was a gotdamn wreck trying to pretend like she was okay seeing me in the arena, knowing how dangerous it was. My dad was proud as shit, bragging to everyone about how his son was going to take it all.”
“Did you?”
“Fuck no,” he laughed. “I was young as hell, just figuring out my rhythm, and got thrown off. I only lasted five seconds but that was the first and only time they had ever seen me compete. They kept promising to go but never got the chance.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Stop saying you’re sorry, Reece. I love my parents, I miss them like crazy, but I’ve learned how to deal with not having them.” He lifted a hand and tugged at one of my coils, wrapping it around his finger. “Best Christmas memory.”
“Easy, best and worst are the same.”
“Let me get that. This sounds interesting.”
“I was sixteen and had a bad breakup…”
“You said no man had ever broken your heart.”
“They didn’t. He crushed my pride by telling me he needed to focus on football two days before he was focused on Lindee who he took to the winter dance after he had already promised to take me. And he was a boy, a very childish and stupid boy, not a man.” I rolled my eyes and Ro chuckled.
“Okay, so now it makes sense.”
“What makes sense?”
“That thing with you and Lindee the other night at Forty Acres.”
I shrugged. “There was no… thing. She stays away from anyone I’m interested in and she doesn’t have to get these hands.”
“But you weren’t interested in me,” he said with a cocky grin, knowing good and damn well I was more than interested.
“That’s a lie but I’ll let you pretend you didn’t know what type of time I was on.”
“Aight, finish the story.” He smirked
“I was a typical sad teenager who thought the world was ending. I moped around for the rest of Christmas break, and when Melvina brought a cake to my dad for Christmas, I decided it would make me feel better. I ate the whole damn thing, like the whole thing in one day. He was gone visiting another rancher about some cattle and wasn’t coming back until that night.
I knew he’d be pissed about me eating his cake because it was his favorite.
I decided I would make one because how damn complicated could it be to make a gingerbread pound cake. ”
“I’m assuming it’s not that simple.”
“Nope, not at all. Not without the secret recipe. I royally messed it up, then called crying to Melvina who I thought would just bring me another but she didn’t.
She pulled up with everything I needed and put me to work.
Took me three tries before I got it right but I’m now a master at her famous gingerbread pound cake. ”
“That’s funny as shit.”
I frowned. “It really wasn’t. She cursed me out and I was sick as hell from eating a whole cake. Not a good time.”
“I’m surprised you still like it.”
I grinned. “You tasted it. Are you really surprised?”
“Nah, I’m not. That shit is good as hell and I’m pretty sure you owe me one.”
“I’m pretty sure I don’t but I kinda like you so you might get one. But you might have to work for it.”
He chuckled and I leaned in to kiss him. “I like this.”
“Me too.” He dropped his hands to my ass and his fingers dug into my skin, bringing me closer. “And I like you and I damn sure don’t mind working for anything that keeps me close to you.”
“Mm, sounds like I hit the jackpot then.”
“Yeah you did, but so did I.”
Maybe I was crazy for being all in but this felt right. He felt right, and until it didn’t, I was going to accept this man and everything he had to offer as a part of my life.