Monroe
Rhett’s eyes darken as he steps in front of me. He dips down to claim my mouth. His tongue presses between my lips, devouring my words right along with my thoughts. I slide my hands up his chest and wind them around his neck, allowing him to pull me in close.
I push my fingers through his messy hair, then let go long enough for him to peel my jeans and panties off. Gripping my hips, he hoists me up on the counter. He spreads my legs with his knee and steps between them.
Rhett continues to explore my mouth with his tongue. He flexes his hips, pressing his erection against my core. His jeans scrape against my clit, and I reach between us, frantically pulling at the button of his jeans. My hands and feet claw at his pants, pushing them down his legs. His cock springs free, and a second later it’s cradled in my hand.
“Condom,” I mumble against his lips.
“Damnit,” he moans, tearing his mouth from mine so he can reach in his wallet and grab one.
I snatch it from his hand, tear open the foil packet, and slide it over him.
“I need you,” I breathe. “You can make love to me for the rest of our lives, but right now I need you to fuck me.”
“Baby,” he pants, driving into me with one solid thrust.
My head tilts back, exposing my neck. My breasts bounce between us, still contained by my shirt and bra, and Holy Mother of God, that is not going to work for me.
I yank my shirt off and tug at the top of my bra, allowing my breasts to pop out. They’re lifted high and squished together this way, but Rhett doesn’t seem to mind. He captures a nipple in his mouth, sucking it deep and hard—the same way his cock drives into me.
“That feels so good.” I bury my fingers in his hair, holding his head against my chest. I swear to God this man could give me an orgasm just by sucking my tits.
I draw him closer, locking my ankles behind his back. Rhett releases my nipple with a wet pop and moves to the next, torturing it the same way.
“Oh, God,” I groan, watching where our bodies connect. I’ve always been on the receiving end of dirty talk—never one to offer it—but something about the sight of his cock sliding in and out has me on edge.
“So fucking big, Rhett. God, you’re stretching me, and it feels so goddamn good. Don’t stop,” I beg. “Please don’t stop.” He groans against my breast, increasing the pace of his thrusts. I buck against him. “Harder. Oh, God, harder. Yes, right like that.”
Releasing my nipple, Rhett wraps his hand around my hair, yanking my head back. My eyes meet his, wild and uninhibited.
“Watch me while I take you. I want to see you lose control. I want to hear you scream my name, Mo. You’re gonna give me your entire body, do you hear me?”
“Yes,” I moan, getting lost in his words, in the moment…in him.
“You’re so close, I can feel it. Your pussy gripping my cock, sucking me back in every time I pull out.”
Rhett pulls back, pressing my knees as far to the side as my body will allow, opening me up, stretching me.
“You’re so perfect, Mo. Your body was made for mine.” The sounds of our skin slapping together, along with our heated pants, fill the room. I slam my mouth against his as my orgasm crashes through me.
My legs tighten, jolts of electricity shooting throughout my body. Rhett dips a hand between us and rubs my clit.
“Oh, God, Rhett,” I yell, wrenching my mouth from his. I thrash beneath him. “I can’t—I can’t take it.” My body is strung so tight, I feel like he’s going to rip me in half, and then I explode, my clit throbbing beneath the pad of his finger.
He slams into me with a deep groan, his eyes locked on mine, and his hips jerk as he spills himself into me. I only wish we could’ve done that without anything between us.
Rhett buries his face in my neck, his breath on my skin. “You’re not leaving until we do that in every room.”
“You do that again, and I might not leave at all.”
He nips at my neck and pushes into me, setting off a ripple of waves. “Don’t say things you don’t mean.”
I’m tempted to tell him I mean every word, but I don’t want to push him, and I don’t want to keep putting myself out there if he’s not ready, so I keep my thoughts to myself.
Instead I say, “So, you have a really beautiful kitchen—very smooth counter.”
He laughs, pulling his head from the crook of my neck. “Would you like to see the rest of the house?”
“Very much.”
Rhett helps me off of the counter, and I get dressed while he pulls the condom off and tosses it in the trash. He puts his pants on and reaches for my hand.
We stop first in the master bedroom and bath on the main floor, which boasts a walk-in shower with three shower heads—all of which will be pointed directly at me at some point before we head back. There’s an open staircase that leads to two guest bedrooms and a full bath upstairs, which is a scaled down version of Rhett’s. Best of all, there are touches of him everywhere I look: pictures and trophies scattered throughout the house to remind me of all his accomplishments and the wonderful life he’s made for himself.
“It’s perfect, Rhett. Truly perfect.”
“Now for the best part.”
“You mean the shower with three heads isn’t the best part?”
He shakes his head. “Not by a long shot. Follow me.”
With my hand clasped in his, we walk back through the house and out the back door. There is farmland as far as the eye can see.
“Wow…are you farming this?”
“No.” He leads me toward a large, red barn that sits off to the side. “I rent it out to a local farmer. Hop on,” he says, motioning toward a Gator. I climb onto the vehicle.
Rhett pulls out of the barn and drives along the edge of the property.
“How many acres?”
“One hundred.” He looks at me and smiles. “I always thought I might put up a new barn and bring some cattle out here. Maybe a few horses and chickens.”
“If you’re wanting a ranch, you could just take over your father’s. I’m sure he’d be happy to hand over some of the responsibility.”
“I know he would—and who knows, maybe someday I will—but Allen Family Ranch doesn’t have this…”
Rhett pulls the Gator beneath a large tree and parks it. We climb out and step up to a wooden fence. My jaw drops open at the sight in front of me.
“Oh my God, Rhett,” I laugh, my smile too big to contain. “This is breathtaking.”
His hands land on the fence on either side of me. “This is why I bought the property,” he says, following my gaze as I look out at a perfect view of the Houston skyline.
Technically, we’re standing on a bluff looking down, so it’s more of an aerial view, and I don’t think I’ve ever seen something so beautiful and impressive.
“It’s pretty nice now, but you should see it at night,” he adds.
“Can we come out here tonight?”
Rhett pulls his phone out and checks the time. “We don’t have much longer until sunset, and we’ve got nowhere to be. We can just stay out here.”
“I’d love that.”
Pushing away from the fence, I walk over to an open patch of thick, green grass. I kick off my shoes and sit down. Rhett follows, but opts to leave his boots on. Leaning back on my hands, I look over at him.
“Tell me something about you I don’t already know.”
“Hmmmm,” he says, mimicking my position. “There isn’t much.”
“Come on, there has to be something.”
“Lincoln and I took a cooking class.”
I gasp. “You did not!”
“We did.” He nods. “Neither one of us had a girl, and we were sick of mac-n-cheese, Spaghetti-Os, and takeout.”
“Whose idea was it to take the class?”
“Linc’s. He used to date a girl who was a chef. We signed up through her.”
“Well, did you learn to cook? Is that why you put in a state-of-the-art kitchen?”
“I did learn to cook—a few things at least. And no, I put in a state-of-the-art kitchen because I was hoping one day I’d marry a woman who would put it to good use.”
“Is that so?” I ask, laughing.
He smiles and nods. “Yup.”
“And what about Linc? Did he learn how to cook?”
“Let’s just say some people shouldn’t be allowed in a kitchen or around a stove.”
“That bad, huh?”
“We made more trips to the emergency room during the course of that class than I have through all of my bull rides—and trust me, there have been many trips caused by the bull.”
I bite my bottom lip. “You’ve had quite a few injuries over the years.”
“How do you know?”
“I follow your career, remember?”
“That’s right. My sexy stalker.”
I swat at his shoulder but miss. “I wasn’t stalking.”
He winks. “Whatever you have to tell yourself.”
We’re keeping things light, but I have to ask… “Nothing too serious though, right? I sometimes felt like Coop sugarcoated when he gave me updates.”
“Nah. Nothing too serious.”
Rhett looks away, and that’s how I know he’s lying.
“Tell me.”
He takes a deep breath. “Three concussions. Fractured pelvis. Dislocated shoulder. Rotator cuff strain.” He lifts the offending arm. “A few broken ribs here and there, and a broken wrist.”
I open my mouth to ask him more, but he cuts me off.
“Now it’s your turn. Tell me something I don’t know.”
“Nice deflection.”
“Thank you. Answer the question.”
I scrunch my brow, trying to come up with something fun I’ve done in the last six years. “I think you pretty much know everything.”
“Nah. There has to be a wild, crazy story in there somewhere.”
I shake my head. “After dad’s stroke, I buried myself in work. Aside from the occasional beer with Claire and Tess, I haven’t done much—watched movies with Dad, bartended, worked at Animal Haven.” I frown, thinking about all the things I didn’t do. “I’m boring.”
“You’re not boring.”
“Really?” I lift a brow.
“There has to be a bad date story in there somewhere, or a drunken night with Claire.”
I shake my head again. “I’m telling you, there’s nothing. I haven’t done a damn thing for the last six years—unless you want me to tell you about the time a horse stepped on my toe and I had to have my toenail removed.”
Rhett scrunches his nose.
“Didn’t think so. I got bit by a stray dog and had to get a tetanus shot. Oh, and one time a skunk got into Mr. Lytle’s house, and I helped chase it out, but not before getting sprayed. I went through ten cans of tomato juice that night.”
Rhett smiles. “See, you have funny stories.”
“About animals.”
Sighing, I flop back on the grass and look up at the sky. The sun is starting to set, casting red and orange across the clouds.
“I missed out on so much. I can’t tell you how many times I turned down my friends because I was too tired to hang out, or didn’t have enough money to buy myself a beer. Looking back, I wish I would’ve gone anyway, made those memories.” I think about that for a moment and then correct myself. “Actually, it wouldn’t have mattered; I still had to stay home to take care of my dad.”
“I’m sorry, Mo.”
“Don’t be. My life hasn’t been bad; it just hasn’t been very exciting.”
Rhett sighs, shifting his gaze to the sky for a moment and then back to me. “You know,” he says, running his fingers up the side of my arm. “It’s never too late to add some excitement to your life.”
When his fingers hit the collar of my shirt and dip beneath, grazing the swell of my breast, my breath catches. “I’m listening.”
Shifting in the grass, Rhett props himself on an elbow and leans over me. He delivers a heated kiss and moves to my ear. “I could show you how much fun three showerheads can be. Did I mention they’re adjustable and one of them has a pulsating option?”
My throat constricts. “Are they removable?”
“Damn right they are.”
Pushing up, I slip my shoes on and look down at a smiling Rhett. “Then what are we waiting for?”