Chapter 7
Rhett
For an LA girl, Riley knows how to throw a great cookout.
The garden is packed with people.
My bosses built this area for parties when they added all the bunkhouses for the staff. It’s a great idea. Considering how many of us are out here, it doesn’t feel crowded one bit.
Riley, Jake, and Hunter invited all the ranch hands, the ladies from Riley’s shops and a few neighboring farmers. Most of the ladies are taken, but Jenkins told me a few are single. Riley has a knack for hiring the prettiest girls in the area.
I check the time on my phone.
Jenkins and I got here not long ago, but it feels like I’ve been here for an hour.
Maybe I should mingle.
Nah. Maybe I should have another beer.
I take the last swig of my beer and turn, ready to go grab another one when I catch Miranda talking to a gorgeous woman. My eyes are glued to her profile and I drink her all up.
Real nice.
Then, she turns her head.
I freeze.
My jaw drops.
Well, well, well.
Just when I was about to give up on ever finding her again, she’s at arm’s length.
Coincidence?
Serendipity?
Meant to be?
I’ll take all three.
There you are.
She doesn’t see me yet, but I sure do.
She’s beautiful.
And that dress…
Her tits are the size of cantaloupes, begging for me to reach out and grope them… and I would. All. Day. Long.
Even under the lanterns, the vibrant color of her dress against her skin could stop traffic.
The dress is sexy, classy, and shows just enough cleavage for me to want to grab each side of her deep V-neck collar and rip the damn thing away from her banging body to see what’s she’s hiding underneath it.
Hot damn.
That fine body has haunted me for days.
I bet I wouldn’t survive seeing her naked.
Her hair was pulled back the last time I saw her. Now, her long locks flow seductively over her shoulders. My fist clenches at the thought of running my hands through her mane just before knotting it around my palm and pushing her head to my hungry cock.
Fuck.
Said hungry cock presses against the zipper of my jeans as I drink her in.
Calm down, boy.
My new bosses are a few feet away, and here I am pining over this girl.
It’s her fault.
She looks so good, I can’t even think straight. That’s why my dick is doing all the thinking.
Those curves…
And her generous tits...
I bet her breasts jiggle when they aren’t trapped in a bra.
Large or small areolas…? That is the question.
Doesn’t matter. I bet they’d get so fucking hard for me.
I’m sure she has the kind of nipples I could wrap my tongue around and suck hard, turning them bright red before biting into them and letting the thrill of pain explode over her body. And mine.
The image alone is so arousing, it goes to my head like the hit from a potent drug. I contain a groan, as more filthy thoughts slam into my skull.
I ready myself to go after her, but from the corner of my eye, I spot Jenkins approaching.
“Hey, Rhett, sorry—”
“Give me a sec,” I say. “I see someone I need to get to know a lot better.”
“Where?”
“Over there talking to Miranda.”
As if she heard me, her gaze collides with mine.
She flinches, her eyes widening.
She remembers me.
“Oh, her.” Jenkins’s nonchalant tone has me cocking an eyebrow.
“You know her?”
“She works with April.”
Holy shit.
“I saw her for the first time a couple weeks ago when I stopped by Happy Belly to grab a sandwich on my day off,” he says.
Small world.
“She’s the one I was telling you about.” I shoot a glance at the goddess in the orange dress, then bounce my gaze over to Jenkins. “She’s striking. Don’t even get me started on that body.”
Hunter appears.
He approaches the mystery girl and Miranda. The pretty curvy girl turns around to greet him, essentially turning her back to me.
Flipping flying footballs.
I cock my head to the side, blinking at the view.
Even under the loose fabric, there’s no mistaking it. That’s what I call an ass—full, round, wide, and fucking delicious… just like I like ‘em. I’m swamped with the urge to sink my teeth into the plump flesh, right at the crease at the top of her curvy thigh.
Mmm.
I bet that thing would bounce nicely as I pump into her pussy like a piston.
I return my focus to Jenkins. “You want her?” I hate the thought, but he saw her first.
“You have nothing to worry about, Rhett. I doubt she even knows I exist. You, on the other hand, she’s aware of. She’s practically eating you up with her eyes.”
I can’t contain my grin. I’m pretty sure I’d have more luck roping the wind than hiding my excitement. “She’s pretty sweet.” I’m still grinning like a fool. “I’m surprised I didn’t see her last week when I went back to try to find her. I even went to all of the shops.”
“April said Riley had a few of the girls bouncing from one location to the other.”
I shake my head. “She was right under my nose the whole time.”
“She’s new in town. I think her name is Carolina? Cassandra?” He snaps his fingers a few times. “Katrina? Or is it Kendra? Hell, I can’t remember.”
“Fate is playing in my favor tonight, and I’ll be damned if I don’t get her name and phone number.”
“So, you’re planning on ridin’ that filly?”
“I’ll work my way into her stall first.”
Jenkins chuckles. “I guess I won’t see you for a while.”
“Don’t count on it.”
“Text me when you’re ready to leave.”
I nod and set off.