Chapter 28
Trey
Ipull into Jessie’s driveway and take a minute to myself. I got a call on the way home requesting a TV interview about my return, which only added to my frustration. Having to report I won’t be back for at least another two weeks made it really hit me. I’ll miss the entire Fourth of July run.
Emotionally, I’m torn, and I hate myself for it.
I want to ride and my traveling partner needs me, but there’s a small part of me that’s thankful I get to stay two more weeks.
I haven’t brought up continuing our relationship—because let’s be real, that’s what this is—with Jessie yet.
I know she’ll fight me on it, but she’s worth the fight. We are worth it.
I’ve never been with a woman who I have had any regret leaving for the next rodeo, but this woman has a hold on me. And I don’t think she even wants me to stay. Hell, she’ll probably help me pack.
I finally get out of the truck and walk in the back door.
Jessie sits at the table, eating a bowl of fruit, just like the day I moved in almost three months ago.
How has it been that long? It feels like forever and a day, all at the same time.
I thought I’d be restless every day I wasn’t chasing the next rodeo, but with her, even the quiet feels alive—I’ve found a home here. One I desperately want to come back to.
“How was the doctor’s appointment? Need help packing so you can fly out?”
I fucking knew it. It feels like she just shoved a knife in my chest. I set my ball cap on the counter, shaking out my hair. “Sorry, you’re stuck with me for a few more weeks. No packing, no flying, no rodeos for me.”
Her fork clatters when she drops it. “Oh, shit. I’m sorry, Trey.”
“It’s fine. I just have to wait it out.”
Jessie stands and walks closer. “Is there anything I can do?”
“No. I’ll keep doing my PT workouts and go back to the doctor in two weeks.” I explain everything the doctor said about the two scans and his concerns.
She nods, trailing her hands up my chest and over my shoulders. My mind instantly goes to a very dirty place.
“I’ve got a workout for you,” she whispers, and just like that, all thoughts of my back and rodeo fly out the window. I grab her, pulling her up so her legs wrap around my waist.
“Are you trying to distract me with sex, Hawkins?”
“I like to think of it as cheering you up. I know how much you want to rodeo again . . .” Her eyes soften, and for a second I wonder if she doesn’t want me to go, but she knows how much I love it.
“I think it’s working, keep going,” I say as I nuzzle into her neck.
Her fingers thread through my hair.
Fuck that feels nice. This all feels nice, having someone to come home to and share my troubles with.
“Lucky for you, I know what will cheer you up. And it came in the mail today.”
Uh, what now?
I pull back. “You have my full and undivided attention. Please go on.”
She throws her head back and laughs. When she wiggles in my arms, I release her. Her purple-painted toes hit the floor, and she immediately pulls me toward the bedroom. “I washed it and put it away for another day, but I think you need it today,” she says cheerily.
I nod. “I do. I really do.” I don’t even know what it is, but I’d bet a very large amount of money that my dirty little girl got us a sex toy. The longer we’ve slept together, the more experimenting we’ve done, and Jessie has a wild side I love.
“Okay, close your eyes,” she commands when we reach the bedroom.
I comply, not wanting to delay this process. I jump when she places something soft and silky over my eyes. “Uh, baby, what’re you doing?”
“Blindfolding you. Duh.”
“Then how am I supposed to see what you got me?” I can hear her opening and closing a drawer, then shuffling around the room.
“Do you trust me?”
“Yes, and my safe word is Skittles.”
She snorts. “You won’t need a safe word.”
Bummer.
“What’s your safe word?”
“I don’t have one. I don’t need one.”
“Depending on what you ordered, you might. You can use Twix unless you want Skittles, then I’ll use Twix or we can share Skittles.” I’m rambling, but I can’t stop myself. I’m blindfolded, and hard as a rock but still fully clothed, and I have no idea what came in the mail.
She laughs, and I can tell she’s back in front of me again. “Fine. If it makes you feel better, I’ll have a safe word, but I want Snickers.”
“Deal. Now, can you please show me what you got? Or touch me. Or something. I’m dying here.”
“I know,” she says coyly, and I can hear the amusement in her voice. “I’ve been watching you squirm.”
I blindly reach out and grab her. “You little devil,” I say as I start tickling her.
In seconds, she’s gasping for air. “Okay, okay. Stop and I’ll behave.”
I stop, but I don’t let go. I grip her shirt, pulling it up and over her head before my lips find hers. I blindly trail my hands back down her outstretched arms until I find her lace bra.
A lace bra?
Fuck yeah! She’s extra horny. It didn’t take me long to figure out her tells, and this is one of them.
When the lace bra and panties come out, I know I’m in for a good time.
I brush the texture of the lace, feeling her peaked nipple against my palm.
The sensation of touch is heightened with the blindfold on and has my dick straining against my jeans.
I trail kisses up her jaw before nibbling on her earlobe. She’s breathing harder now, her hands roaming my abs, arms, and shoulders. I love that she loves to touch me.
“What color are you wearing?” I grip the back of my shirt with one hand and yank it off.
“Red.”
I drop my head down and bite her shoulder, just enough to leave a mark. She gasps and starts to frantically unbutton my jeans.
“And you aren’t going to let me see?”
“In a minute,” she replies, tugging my jeans down, leaving me in nothing but my boxers.
I quickly remove her jean shorts and use my hands to give me a very clear mental image of her in nothing but red lace.
She guides me to the bed and removes my boxers before guiding me back. I lay down, but I can tell she didn’t get on the bed with me. So as dramatically as possible, I start patting the bed on both sides of me, looking for her.
She chuckles from the foot of the bed. “Stop. I’m coming.”
“Not yet, but if you’d get up here and sit on my face you could.”
She laughs harder and I love it. I love that she isn’t afraid to laugh and have fun with me in the bedroom. Some girls take it way too seriously. It’s supposed to be a good time—that’s the entire point. Jessie understands that, and she’s taken “fun” to a whole new level for me.
“I’m sorry, that’s not on today’s menu.”
“I was hoping it was more of a buffet-style day.”
I feel her knees press into the bed as she pushes my legs apart. She crawls up the bed, running her hands up my thighs. I open my eyes, dying to see her on her knees for me but I can’t see shit with this blindfold.
Her hands travel up, past my dick, up my abs to my chest before she digs her nails in, dragging them all the way back down.
“Whoa. Fuck. Okay, I like this side of you. It’s scary, but don’t stop.”
“Trey, if you don’t stop rambling, I’ll take that blindfold and gag you with it.”
“See, I knew I’d need a safe word—” I cut off when I feel her tongue run up my dick, her nails digging deeper into my thighs. “Got it. Shutting up now.”
Her lips wrap around me, and she sucks. She takes me to the back of her throat, her hand working what she can’t, and it’s ecstasy. I reach down, gripping her hair in a fist. She moans around my cock then she moves to play with my balls.
My breathing increases as she circles the tip with her tongue. When she takes me deep again, I can’t stop the grunt that leaves me or stop my hips from pumping up into her mouth.
“Fuck, baby. I love your mouth wrapped around my cock.”
I feel her shift on the bed, and I imagine her bringing her thighs together, dripping wet, needing friction.
“If you don’t stop, I’m going to come.” I want to come, but I want her more, and let’s not forget whatever came in the mail.
She takes me two more times, the wet sound of her saliva, and her gagging on me the only sounds filling the room.
When she sits up and straddles me, she slips off the blindfold. My hands are immediately on her, touching every inch of her I can reach. Fuck she’s pretty—lips swollen from taking me, red lace thong not stopping her from dripping down her thighs.
“Does gagging on my dick turn you on, baby?”
She nods and licks her lips. My dick twitches. Never in my life has a woman turned me on like Jessie. She was made for me.
“Want to see what I got? I hope you like it. Some might say it’s more for me than you.”
“You could light me on fire and I’d say thank you.”
I can almost guarantee her I’ll like it. I’ve experimented and done a lot in the bedroom. There isn’t much I’m not down for.
She laughs and she reaches for the nightstand, coming back with a purple cock ring.
Yep. I approve.
“I will very much enjoy that.” I smirk, grabbing it out of her hand, flipping us so I’m on top of her. I run my fingers through her slit, eliciting a gasp from her when I pinch her clit. “Thank you, baby. I’m officially cheered up.”