Insatiable

Chapter 19

Carina

After a two-week absence, I spent the better part of yesterday catching up. Before diving into a full day of chores, I had a sit down with my boss.

Since Riley was working at her office on the ranch with Allison and Miranda, I was able to make the announcement to all three ladies about my new relationship status.

Riley proclaims she knew I’d meet someone on the night of the cookout, which is why she refused I set foot in the kitchen and stay out to mingle.

No pressure, but she expects me to name my first born after her. You got to love her.

Today, I had a long list of errands to take care of, I had to pop into the grocery store to stock up, and played gardener.

Thank God for Ali, Miranda, and Isadora who graciously agreed to water my garden while I was away. Even little Erika helped. Okay, she held the tail end of the hose, but that counts. Riley’s youngest daughter is too adorable for words.

Even with the help, my little garden needed tending. It’s been so hot and sunny, there was a lot of weed. It was three hours of hard work, a fierce battle of weed against girl, but in the end, the girl won.

I’m on my way back from Allison’s house after dropping off a few garden tools on her porch I borrowed when I take a detour back to my house.

Humming a song that’s been looping in my head, I stroll towards the fenced-in pasture not far from the barns.

It’s where the ranch hands train young horses.

Since I live on such spectacular land, it would be a shame not to take advantage of it every chance I have.

Okay, okay, I’m lying.

I’m hoping to catch a glimpse of my sexy man.

I miss him.

Yesterday after a full day of work, Rhett was out with Jake and Hunter buying new horses for the ranch. He didn’t get back until late. Since he had an early start this morning, we couldn’t see each other. I haven’t seen him since he dropped me off at my place on Monday.

Life can be so cruel.

The sky is a spectacular shade of blue, the sun’s rays still scorching hot even this late in the day. I place a hand against my forehead to shield my eyes as I admire how the sun seems to float effortlessly between a stream of white puffy clouds.

I like living out here more each day.

The sound of horses neighing pulls my attention.

A bunch of ranch hands and young horses are out there, but I only have eyes for one guy. Granted, his imposing figure is hard to miss, but there’s something else that captures my attention.

Riley keeps boasting about shirtless ranch hands. I’ll admit to having appreciated a few delicious bodies from afar since I arrived, but none as much as the one I’m staring at now.

In the five days since I met Rhett, I’ve only seen him with his shirt open. Never off. Even when we were on our first date, he made sure to keep it PG.

Seeing him bare-chested is a glorious sight.

Rhett is training a white horse, leading it as he circles the gated area.

I was never oblivious to Rhett’s strong physique, but shirtless under the beaming sun, I can only ogle in awe.

He’s so damn hot.

Even at a distance, I can tell his torso is covered in sweat. I’m not sure I had a preference until now, but chest hair that’s not wild is a beautiful thing.

The man is oozing with sexiness.

And he says he’s my guy.

Thank you, God.

He sees me and waves.

I blush and wave back before moving my attention to something else. I’d hate for the other ranch hands to read the desire in my eyes. Instead, I focus on the white horse.

Is it a female or a male?

Allison swears that after nearly two years on a ranch she can tell from the slight difference in size. I’m still clueless. I have no idea why this becomes a preoccupation, but I find myself checking out the horse’s anatomy.

Whoa.

That’s a mighty sword.

Yup, he’s a male.

I flash back to Saturday night when I was on my knees and first caught sight of Rhett’s impressive cock for the first time.

Damn.

I had his massive cock in my hand, my mouth, and between my boobs. I have yet to feel him between my legs.

Sigh.

When I pull my gaze away from the eye-popping view, the other ranch hands have corralled with their horses in the middle of the field like a pack of wolves. The flashes of interest in their eyes doesn’t go unnoticed. They’re looking at me like I’m a prime steak.

“Quit staring at her if you know what’s good for you,” Rhett says to the men. “Back to work, y’all.”

There’s a collective groan as the men follow Rhett’s command. A few of them wink at me.

Rhett is staring at me with a cocked eyebrow and a puzzled look.

Good job, Carina. You just pissed off your man.

Time to go.

I flash him a shy smile and run off.

When I get home, I’m sweating profusely.

Not sure if it’s from the heat or from seeing Rhett.

I’ll go with the latter.

Just thinking of him gets me all worked up, but after seeing him in all his elements, I’m seriously turned on. Maybe it’s the idea of being wrangled by a man with strong hands. Maybe I’m dying to find out how much my pussy will have to stretch to swallow his massive cock—

My God, he’s turned me into a pervert.

Sure, I looked forward to seeing Dale when we dated, but I was never dripping wet in his absence like I am now. What am I talking about? I was never dripping wet period.

I need a shower to cool down.

Twenty minutes later, I feel fresh, but all my senses are still buzzing.

What to do? What to do?

Suppress or confess?

Before I can talk myself out of it, I grab my phone and shoot him a text.

Carina

Hey, handsome.

Rhett

It was great to see your beautiful face.

Carina

I didn’t mean to distract you.

Rhett

Of course, you did.

I can’t help my grin.

Rhett

You distracted all the other guys, too.

Carina

Jealous?

Rhett

Damn right I am.

I beam.

Rhett

What was that look on your face earlier? And were you checking out Jasper’s cock?

Carina

Jasper?

Rhett

The cremello.

Carina

Huh?

Rhett

The horse.

God, that’s so embarrassing.

Carina

Are you done with your day yet?

It’s best to veer the conversation.

Rhett

Nearly.

Carina

I have cold beverages, some grilled paninis, and freshly baked cookies if you’re in the mood for a late afternoon snack.

I made a pitcher of ice tea and another of lemonade first thing this morning and I always have frozen cookie dough on hand. And I can make the sandwiches in a flash.

Rhett

Aren’t you the sweetest.

Carina

How fast can you get here?

Rhett

Someone’s in a rush.

He’s right. I am.

Carina

Just answer the question.

Rhett

Sassy.

I’m sure he’s chuckling.

Rhett

I need to wash up and chart my day. I’ll show up at your door in half an hour. Is that fast enough for you?

Carina

Not really, but I’ll take it.

Knock, knock, knock.

I race from my bedroom to the front door.

When I open it, I’m careful to stand behind it.

“Come on in,” I say with a hand wave.

He looks yummy clad in Wrangler jeans, a pair of cowboy boots, a baseball cap pulled on backwards, and a tight fitted t-shirt that molds his wide chest and muscular biceps.

“Thanks,” he says.

He takes off his cap and places it on the small table near the entrance.

I close the door, lock it, and turn around to face him.

“What the fuck are you wearing?” Rhett’s eyes are huge.

Since his back was facing me, it’s only now he takes in my outfit.

“A t-shirt,” I say in a matter-of-fact way.

“That’s not a t-shirt.”

“It’s a bit longer than a regular t-shirt, but it’s still a t-shirt. You don’t like it?” I bat my eyelashes.

He flashes me a dangerous glance in lieu of an answer.

“I thought you would.” I tease him by playing with the hem, bringing it up, and flashing him more skin.

“You’re playing with fire, darlin’.”

“Am I?”

He shakes his head before he takes a long step. He’s on me now. He extends his hand and traces the deep V-neck of my white t-shirt with his index finger.

“Overdressed?” He grins as he reads the tagline printed across my chest.

“Very much so.”

“Shit, that thing is almost see-through.”

I look down the length of my body. “Is it?”

“Your nipples are practically ripping the fabric.”

“Are they?” I stick out my chest for effect.

I’m so obvious, it’s obscene.

“Oh, Carina, you’re a bad, bad girl.”

“Me? Never.”

“This is planned?”

“It’s just a little something to drink and eat,” I say.

“Yeah, add to that a shovel-load of seduction.”

“Maybe a pinch.”

“You’re going to pay for that sassiness.”

“I don’t mind.”

I don’t even know what he means by that, but as long as it involves him making me come, I’m up for it.

Rhett studies me, raking his gaze up and down my body.

His green eyes are so intense, my pussy tingles under his inspection.

For a few long seconds we stare at each other. With each heartbeat, my desire for him grows.

He reaches out and caresses my hard nipples with the backs of his fingers.

I moan with delight.

“No bra?”

Given the size of my breasts, I have no business walking around without one. It’s a good thing this is a private show.

I shake my head. “And no panties.”

He lets out a muffled grunt and his jaw clenches.

“You’re torturing me, woman.”

“I was hoping to turn you on.”

“Trust me, I am,” he says, lowering his eyes to his cock.

I do the same.

The bulge between his legs is impossible to miss.

“Mission accomplished then?” I flash him a cocksure grin.

“I’m as hard as concrete. I’m a breath away from ripping the zipper off these jeans.” His voice is thick with lust, and I let out a ragged breath as pride courses through me. “You know what your tits do to me… what your body does to me? How dare you tease me?”

“I can’t help it. I’ve been thinking about you all day.”

“You want my attention?”

“Among other things.”

“Oof. You daring little one.”

I lose my cool and giggle.

“What else do you want from me?”

I lower my eyes to his bulge again.

He brings his hand down and cups it.

Good Lord that thing is massive.

“You want my big, thick cock pumping your pussy?” He reads my mind. “Is that why you’re wearing that flimsy excuse for a t-shirt?”

“I want you.”

I’m so worked up… so wet… so ready for him.

“I want to hear the words, Carina.”

I’m breathing hard and fast. I started this naughty game, but he’s upped the ante.

I lick my lips. “I want you deep inside me, Rhett.”

“What do you want deep inside you?”

“Your huge cock.”

“You’re fucking perfect.”

He gives me no time to think.

He grabs me by the waist and walks us further inside the house. He doesn’t slow down until my back hits a wall.

I gasp.

In a flash, he takes my mouth in a kiss so passionate I feel it all the way to the tips of my toes.

God.

The first electrifying touch of his tongue against mine as they dance together with desire, melts my insides. We’re in perfect sync, tasting and teasing each other. This is so good, I can only match his ardor.

He’s an insane kisser.

As the fervor burns hot between us, a sharp ache ricochets down to my needy clit. Rhett’s muffled groans as he grinds his impossibly hard cock against me are enough to send me freefalling.

I answer every hum and moan with an increased sense of urgency.

“Fuck, you turn me on,” he says into my mouth.

Ditto.

He hitches my right leg over his hip and presses his bulge against my naked pussy.

I’m going to melt.

“Your heady scent…” He groans. “I need more.”

He lowers his hands and palms my ass. He pulls my cheeks apart before bringing them back together. I draw in a breath at the clapping sound. He does it again, and again, and again, taking pleasure and causing my clit to throb like crazy.

He leans down and runs his tongue along the side of my throat.

I can’t even think straight anymore.

His warm breath flirts with my skin. “You want me to stretch your tight pussy and make you cry out my name?”

I nod.

“You think you can handle all of me?”

“I––I’ll try.”

Maybe I’m biting off more than I can chew.

He pulls away from me. “Try?” He cocks an eyebrow. “Then you don’t want my cock bad enough.”

Panic surges through me.

“I can handle every inch of you.”

“You sure about that?”

I swallow. “Same for your impressive girth.”

“Seems like you know what you want.”

“I do.”

He grins wide. “Don’t come crying to me when I grant your wish.”

Dear God.

I could climax from the warning alone.