Well this day turned out way different than I had thought it was going to when I woke up this morning. I assumed a little fucking around, then that went to the shitter when Grant, yet again, didn't let me come. Then I assumed I'd come back here and be able to finish myself off but now we've got a shit show of tempers and guilt and the deflated look on Grant's face when Affton screamed at him made my chest ache for him. Why do I have to care for the asshole like I suddenly do?
I watch him head out back and when I go to follow him Tommy stops me.
"Let him sulk. We gotta stop babying him." He huffs. "This is so fucking stupid," he growls before slamming his mug in the sink. This whole thing is ridiculous, but mostly because his so called friends have let it go on for so long without trying to help him. The man obviously needs help.
"I'm not babying him," I snap, shoving past him. "But leaving him alone probably isn't the best thing to do right now either."
I slide the door open and see Grant sitting against the fence, playing with Ginnie. He doesn't look up at me but I know he heard me come out here so I walk over to him and slide down to the ground, sitting right next to him.
"I'm afraid of goats," I say, eyeing Simon like he's going to eat me alive.
"They'll eat the shirt right off your back. Maybe you should stand closer." He gives me a half smirk, not even amused at his own stupid jokes anymore.
"Didn't try very hard for that one, did ya?" I nudge him. "So, seems like you're free for the foreseeable future. Want to see how many burger places we can find between here and California?"
He snickers and shakes his head. "I'm unemployed. I can't even afford to walk back to my apartment in my boots."
"So I guess that means you're stuck with me." I get to my feet and hold my hand out. "And I want to leave because the vibe in this house is really getting me down." I keep my hand outstretched, waiting for him. I have no clue what we're doing or where we're going but maybe I can get his mind off things for a bit. I want to hate the man, but in all honestly he's dug his way into my life somehow and this isn't just a sympathy day. This is because I truly don't like seeing him like this. This isn't Grant.
"Girl, you've got issues." He laughs at me, taking my hand.
"Yes. My therapist would agree with you." I don't let his hand go and he doesn't try to pull it away. I head straight for the back door and walk back into the house. "Guys! I'll be home later, don't wait up!" I yell to wherever Affton and Tommy are then glance back at Grant. "It's almost like living with my dad again, but there's way more sex happening in this house."
"Mom and dad might kick you out for dating me." He laughs and I pause in my stride toward the front door. Dating?
"We uh..." I glance down at our hands and something inside me warms to the thought. "Dating, huh?" I can't help my face from brightening but I don't want to look too hopeful. From everything I know about this guy, Grant and dating don't go in the same sentence.
"Unclench those pussy muscles. It was a joke. I know we ain't dating. Ms. Uptight needs to stick with her own kind. I'll stick around for the good time until you find a prince charming and get blinded by love and you settle for a mediocre lay."
I drop his hand from mine to swing open the front door, trying not to let the disappointment show. Why I even let myself entertain the thought is beyond me.
"Great. Glad we got that settled." This is why I want to hate him. Because the man is destined to ruin me, but I can't stay away. I'm like a fucking bug and he's the damn bug zapper. God, listen to me. I'm making country life metaphors now. "Did you want to grab something to eat? A movie? Is there even a movie theatre in town?"
"Baby, I'm a worthless bastard, but you ain't buyin' me a meal or payin' for my movie ticket. We're gonna have to find some fun the southern way." He looks down at my feet and chuckles. "Maybe you'll want to put some shoes on. Ticks."
"We're not doing anything outside. It's hot. And...ticks." I shake my head, clicking the auto-start on my car while we have a standoff on the front porch. "And I wasn't offering to pay, you idiot. You make enough money and obviously don't spend it on housing or cars, so you've probably got a good bankroll going." I pat his cheek but the look on his face tells me he's not amused.
"I just smashed a forty thousand dollar bike. My piece of shit apartment costs a grand in rent monthly. And I still have a truck payment to maintain. Like I said. I'm unemployed. And I'm broke. Remember when I said I don't have my shit together? I wasn't joking. I got no cushioned bank account. No 401K. Broke."
"But you make a fuck ton," I whisper, letting it all click together the longer he stares at me. Sure he's got payments, but he should have leftover each month. The fact that he's that broke is a harsh reminder that he's probably spending everything he's got left over on booze. "Okay," I resign. "We can find free fun if you won't let me buy you food. But I refuse to get any ticks on me."
"Nothing with ticks. So, I'm hungover and I don't think you can be drunk with a hangover. Can I drive?"
I glance at him then narrow my eyes. "My car?" My baby? On these rock roads? "Uh..." The bright blue paint on my Mustang is proudly still fully intact as much as these roads have attempted to murder her in the last couple months, but with him behind the wheel I'm sure I won't be able to say that for much longer.
"I ain't good enough to drive your Mustang?" He's wearing a grin, but his eyebrow's cocked in a challenge. I don't like a challenge. And I don't have a stick up my ass.
I let out a growl and shove my keys into his chest. Hard. "You put as much as ding on her from these roads and I'm shoving a knife in your balls the next time you pass out next to me."
"Beautiful but scary." He chuckles, snatching my keys before getting into the front seat.
I buckle in and glance over at him. "I'm serious," I growl as he takes off. All he gives me in return is that cocky look on his face before he hits the gas. Groaning, I lay my head back, ready for the pings to start cracking my heart and soul, but they never come. He doesn't speed. He doesn't ruin my car. He's surprisingly careful which makes me think he's not all that bad. He's got a big bark, but maybe his bite isn't as bad as I thought it was.
"You brought me to the farm." I lift an eyebrow. He pulls onto the Kenshaw property and kills the engine. "And it's....there are ticks here." And cows. Terrifying cows. And probably Bird Flu. And mother fucking goats.
But I'm not uptight. And I refuse to give him a reason to call me that today.
"Welcome to the south, baby. Get your uptight ass out of the car. You like kids?" He glances at me, opening the door.
I let out a low growl. Okay starting now I won't give him a reason.
"No. I like kids less than I like goats," I mutter, standing out of the car and shutting the door. "And I'm not uptight. And don't fucking call me baby." I storm toward him and jut my hand out, palm open. "Keys, please."
"I'm not going to stop calling you baby. Get over it. And you're more uptight than a virgin at a gangbang. Don't use that language around the kids." He tosses me the keys then jogs ahead. "Uncle Grant is here you little shits!" he screams, taking off in a run toward the field where they're all playing.
Why? Why does someone have that many kids? Don't they know how that happens? And how it ruins your sex life? Well, not that my sex life is any different, honestly. Maybe Grant would find me less uptight if he'd actually finish what he started for once!
I beep the lock on my car then head toward the field. Grant's busy swinging kids in circles and as I approach the circus, Brandt steps out of the barn.
"How much has he had to drink today?" he asks, shoving his hat off his head and swiping the sweat from his brow.
My brows push together and I go into protective mode. "None," I blurt. "He'll be back to work in no time."
"I sure hope so." He chuckles and shakes his head like he doesn't believe the words that come out of his mouth. "We all care about the asshole. Strangely enough. But no more danger stunts."
"Who do you think you're telling? The man doesn't listen to anyone but himself." I raise an eyebrow at him then turn to look out at the field. Grant's got two kids on his back and he's spinning in circles so fast I'm shocked his hungover ass isn't puking yet.
"From what I hear from Tommy, he'd listen to you, Carter." My eyes flash to him and he shrugs. "I just call it as I see it. I gotta get back to work. Take care," he says before ducking back into the barn.
He...wouldn't listen to me. That's just...laughable.
I finally make it over to them and the kids eye me like I'm a complete stranger even though I've seen them numerous times over the few months I've been here. Like I said, I don't like kids, and they don't seem to like me. I just don't know how to act around them.
"So is this what you had in mind?" I ask Grant, laughing at him.
"No. I used you for a ride here. Had to speak my peace with the Kenshaws." He stares at me.
"Oh," I say, unsure whether I should be shocked or proud of him. "Okay. I can wait out here." I take a deep breath and try to ignore the gnats buzzing around me. Don't be uptight. Don't be a priss.
"Why don't you use the stick in your ass on the piñata the kids have." He puts down one of the small children and they all run away like a herd. "Sit your pretty ass tight. I'll be ten minutes." He jogs away.
I glare at him as he crosses the field. Glare. Stare. Drool. It's all becoming one jumbled mess in my head. He's so real one minute then he turns around and is a huge fucking asshole the next. A hot one, though. With a nice ass too. And shoulders. Real nice shoulders.
I hear the kids playing behind me and sigh heavily. God, I hate kids.
Spinning, I paste on a fake smile and walk over to them, allowing them to climb on me as they take to me like a fish takes to water. I'm sweating my ass off running after these little jerks, but something about the smallest one's bright blue eyes and almost white hair makes me want to keep making him smile. He's adorable.
I don't know how long it's been since Grant walked away. I've become infatuated with making these kids laugh. Have you ever heard the real laughter of a child? It's amazing! Why can't adults be this carefree and fun?
We're laying in the grass, counting the puffy clouds in the sky and trying to find shapes in them when I hear someone approaching. Pulling up to my elbows, I shield my eyes from the bright sun and am met with Grant towering over us.
"Hey," I say, sweaty and gross. God, I feel so disgusting but that was the most fun I've had in a long time that didn't include alcohol or parties.
His eyes narrow and his head shakes likes he's confused. "Uh..." After a minute he lifts a basket. "Lunch. And it was free." He winks putting his hand out to help me stand.
"Did you set things straight with them just so you could steal their food?" I brush off the grass and dirt from my ass and try to ignore the itching on my legs from lying in the grass that long.
A grin fills his face, admitting what I thought but he grabs my hands. "All of you better run for the hills or I'm mowing you down with a four wheeler," he warns the kids that shriek in laughter and faked horror as they run away. Grant starts pulling me toward a barn.
"Another four wheeler?" I cringe the minute the words fall from my lips. "Can I drive?"
"Drive...the four wheeler?" He asks trying to mock when I took offense when he wanted to drive my car. "Uh..."
"What, you don't trust me to drive it?" I rub against him. "Don't think I can handle that much power between my legs?" Oh, I definitely shouldn't be doing this right now but it's too late to stop it. My bottom lip pouts out and I shove off him, walking ahead.
"Dirty fucking girl," he growls, running past me. Just when I think he's not going to let me drive it, he pulls it out of the barn and jumps off, gesturing to it. "Ma'am."
I smile, ignoring the nerves, and straddle the seat.
"Sandals and four wheelers don't mix," I say, feeling super fucking awkward with my attire now. Next time I need to keep in mind those boots I bought when I moved here and have yet to try on. "So..." I glance around.
"I warned you to put on shoes," he says, admitting without words he didn't only use me for a ride here. He had this planned.
"I thought you just used me for a ride?" I grin at him, trying to tamp down those feelings that keep creeping in for this incredibly unavailable man. It's hard, though. It's really damn hard.
"Baby, I'm going to use you for a lot. But a car ride ain't the type of ride I was going for." Reaching around me, he turns it on then his hands land on my knees, slowly dragging up my thighs. "Throttle." He places my hand on the handlebars. "Brake." He squeezes my other hand then casually lands his hands on my thighs, his fingers so close to my pussy that all I can think about now is shifting so he's where I need him.
"Hands off," I blurt, gripping the handles and blinking away the lust before slapping his hands away.
"Fuck." He scoots forward, pushing against my ass. "This wasn't why you wanted to drive?" He rocks his hips to press his hard dick against me. I let my head roll to the side because the thought of there only being a thin barrier between what I need and what he obviously wants to give me makes my panties wet. His lips connect with my neck then his teeth clamp down tight.
"Shit, Grant!" I sit up straight and my hand squeezes the throttle, shooting us forward. "Fuck!"
He's laughing his ass off but peels my stiff hand off the throttle. "Christ, woman! Let's do this slow." His laugh sounds different than I remember it. Maybe it's because he's not filled to the rim with alcohol, but it's...better. A better laugh.
"Slow. Right. I got this." I shake off the feeling of his dick against my ass and try to focus on not killing us. "Slow and steady wins the race," I mutter to myself then look around. "So where are we going?"
"Follow the path. Keep going past the doll house." He chuckles and points as we approach a house small enough it does look like a kid's play house. "Just stay on the path."
"Who would live in something that small?" I ask as we pass the tiny little house. It reminds me of those backyard playhouses that mega rich parents have built for their kids when they don't want their kids messing up their nice houses.
"Kay, Chase's girl, used to." He chuckles and rests his hand over mine, shifting it to make us go faster.
I try my hardest not to grimace when the bugs start flying by us but I feel like I just inhaled a fly. My coughing and hacking make him slow down but it's not until I almost fall off the four wheeler that he comes to a stop.
"Bug!" I hack and try to somehow get it out.
He laughs and grabs my hips, shifting me off. "You're riding bitch on the way back." He glances back toward the Ranch that's a few football fields behind us. "Come on." Grabbing my hand he pulls me toward the woods.
I'm still hacking and my eyes are watering. When I feel the chunk in my mouth I gag and hock it up, spitting it out and groaning. "Oh fuck, I hate it out here," I moan, grimacing.
"I still haven't figured out why you're here. Can't you assist Affton in the comfort of your high rise looking out on the coast with servants refilling your fancy water that costs more than the bottom shelf liquor I drink?"
I stop behind him, pulling my hand from his. "For your information, I didn't live in a high rise and I didn't have a coastal view. I lived with my younger brothers who made my dating life hell. And my dad was ten minutes away and thought that the perfect day was coming to his kids' house and doing their laundry for them because he's got empty nest syndrome. So moving here was my way out. A chance for me to spread my wings." I swipe at my mouth, pissed that he's judging me like he is. "And also, we never had servants. We scraped by just like the majority of America does."
"Poor baby." He pouts his lip out and bops me on the nose before walking ahead of me. "Scraping by living in Cali and no surprise, she grew up to model." He does a fake cheering noise. "This is a regular rags to riches story. Look at you now. I bet your daddy's proud." We hit a rock bed and just ahead is a stream.
"This is beautiful," I murmur, ignoring his ignorant comment about my life. He's so fucking hot and cold.
"Just like you. Beautiful but scary. You get sucked down and will likely drown before you wash ashore. We're goin' in." He waggles his eyebrows and sets the basket down on the rocks before yanking his shirt off.
I, on the other hand, am frozen in my spot. On my list of things to do in the country: work, find hot boys to fuck, stay away from country music. My list of things not to do here? Four wheel -and especially not in my underwear- get ticks on me, and swim in bodies of water that can get leeches on me.
And most recently, my to-do list has added: make sure Grant knows I'm not uptight. So I'm real fucking torn about this.
"I'm hungry," I say, glancing at the basket. "Can we eat first?"
"I'm not getting you in the water, baby." He chuckles and sets his shirt in the sand, gesturing to it. "No queen can sit in wet sand." He plops down and opens the basket before looking up at me, waiting for me to join him.
It's a silent challenge and I hate it. Slowly letting a smile spread to my face, I grip the hem of my t-shirt and pull it over my head then throw it at him before shimmying out of my shorts and taking off toward the water at full speed. Fuck him. There's nothing wrong with th—
"Ahh! Holy fuck this is so cold!" I shriek when the thrill of stripping and proving him wrong ends and the water hits my nipples.
He's watching me in amusement, slowly eating and shaking his head. "This is what happens when proving your point bites you in the ass." He slowly stands. "Come out of the water before you drown, Carter Dawn." He extends his hands, the tips of his boots barely touching the water.
"Nope. I'm good now." I cringe and lower myself to my neck. "See. It's fine. Water's fine, come on in, pussy."
"You know how to remove a leech?" He kicks his boots off. "'Cause this stream's full of 'em." Next he drops his pants, that heavy belt buckle plummeting them quickly.
"No it's not," I say, attempting to stop a shiver and I'm not sure if it's because of the temperature or the fact that he just confirmed my worst nightmare. "It's too pretty here to have leeches." I wrap my arms around me and wonder how the water can be this fucking cold when it's so damn hot outside. There's something seriously wrong with this country life.
"Evil things have the prettiest faces." He winks, walking toward me.
"You could say that again," I whisper. "Some even have prettier bodies." I smirk when he makes it to me.
"I know." He leans back to look me over. "I'd like to see the rest of that body but I wasn't kidding about the leeches. Best to leave the underwear on."
"I'm fine. There's nothing on me, see," I say, triumphantly spinning as I step out of the water. "Cold as fuck and my nipples could cut glass, but no pain and no leeches." Why the hell didn't he think about bringing towels? Am I expected to dry off naked while we eat?
"You've got a real knack of getting me into water then walking away." He trudges to the shore and grabs my hip, tugging me back toward the water. "Not this time." His arms wrap around me from behind and he steers me deeper into the stream as his mouth bites its way over my shoulder and up my neck.
God this man knows how to make me submit to him.
"I'm not fucking in here, Grant," I pant, my hands roaming his chest as the water laps around us. "We can fuck, but not in the water. I don't have time for infection." I laugh when he growls and squeezes one of my tits hard.
"I just want to cool you off before I get you hot." He bunches my hair in his hands and pulls it back, leaning for my neck but stops and sighs. "Damn, woman. I can't take you anywhere." He latches onto my hand, immediately killing the mood as he drags me to shore.
"What the fuck," I blurt, stumbling on a rock as he yanks me out of the water.
"I don't know how you still amaze me." He goes on bitching and grumbling before yanking me down next to the picnic basket. "Lay down on your right side," he demands, looking pissed as hell.
"What?" I sit down because disobeying him right now doesn't look like it'd be the smartest move. "Grant, what the hell's going on? Are you killing me? Is this where you kill me?"
"I told you not to follow wolves out into the woods, didn't I?" He grins before gently pushing me to my side and kissing me softly. "Don't move." He sits back up and reaches into the basket. "This was for our watermelon I'll have you know." He's holding a saltshaker while pushing my hair back. My heart's pounding and my hand frantically flies to where he just shoved my hair aside. It hits a bump. A large slimy bump and I almost piss myself.
"What the fuck is that!" I shriek, trying to sit up but he pins me to the ground. "Grant, is that a leech? Is there a leech on me? I..." My eyes are about to bug out of my head and I'm trembling. "It doesn't hurt. Why doesn't it hurt? Am I going to die?" Holy fuck. I'd rather have the tick!
"Well, I wasn't going to tell you. Unless you want to head on home with that leech on you, shut up and sit still." He holds my head down and straddles my side then sighs. "There really was only enough for our watermelon," he says like it's such a pity his precious salt has to be used to save my life.
"I'm so sorry to inconvenience you," I mutter, squeezing my eyes closed. "This is going to hurt, isn't it?"
I don't get an answer but less than a minute later he flings it from his hand. Then the fingers to his other hand slide into my hair and he leans down, his tongue sliding over the spot and he moans. "All I need now is tequila."
"Thank you," I whisper, bringing my fingers to my neck. I'm not sure if I should be weirded out that he just licked me there or incredibly turned on. How fucked up does it make me that it's more the latter? I smile up at him. "I bet you wished that wasn't the reason you got to straddle me." I laugh at my clever remark but his eyes narrow.
"I'd fuck you with or without a leech." His thumbs slide into my underwear. "And now there is no leech. And no more salt for our watermelon. Let's get to the good part." Shifting up, he slides my panties down.
"A girl's wet dream right there. Eatin' bugs, leech hickeys, now tick sex." I pull out my best southern twang for him as I kick off my panties. "Best date ever."
"We're back to dating?" His lips quirk up in the corner. "If that means I can finally fuck you, so be it." He stands and shoves his boxer briefs off, tossing them with my underwear before he's back over me, unhooking my bra. "Who woulda thought I'd get the uptight queen naked in the wild?" He laughs before clamping his teeth to my neck. That's definitely going to leave a mark.
I buck up against him and hum. "It's not my fault you refuse to fuck me. I'm still waiting on that orgasm you left me hanging without." My nails rake down his arms and I wrap my legs around him, needing to grind my pussy on him. Or something. All these times with him and no release has me wound tight. Way too tight. And now I'm worried I'll be done before it even starts if he actually decides to touch me.
"You ever clean my come out of your pussy?" He chuckles against my neck still licking and biting, his dick nudging closer and closer each time he rocks his body.
"No," I manage to whisper. "I was too busy babysitting." I push up toward him, begging for just a little of his cock in me. That's all I fucking need at this point.
"Now I know you're lying. We had an eventful morning before we got to the ranch." He rocks again and growls, his teeth sinking into my flesh and he pulls, most definitely leaving marks. "You've got a choice to make, Carter Dawn." He sucks my nipple, moving to nudge against me again.
"Yes," I hiss. His mouth on me feels like fire and ice, swirling together in a dangerous dance. This man's touch would make me say yes to anything and that's a dangerous game.
"I trust you. Do you trust me?" He pushes against my opening again but pulls back just as fast making me whimper underneath him.
"Yes," I gasp. "Please, Grant." I pivot my hips toward him again, needing to feel full. My body's on fire with need and it's dizzying.
"Stupid girl," he chuckles like the wolf he is before thrusting inside me, his teeth clamping to my lip as he grunts.
"God, yes," I moan, gripping on to him and meeting his thrusts. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, " I pant. I expected to be able to feel his piercing, but the only thing I feel is incredibly full. I'm so worked up it's like I'm on the edge of a cliff and about ready to fall. "Yes," I hiss out, trying to hold off my orgasm as long as I can.
He grabs my hair and yanks my head, making me look at him. "You a whore, Carter Dawn?"
In my lust filled state I nod furiously. "Your whore," I pant. Fuck it feels good when he talks to me like that.
"That's right." He laughs and it's so loaded it chills my body to the core.
"You play dirty, Grant Matthews," I huff, moaning and meeting his hips at every thrust.
"Only for you dirty girl. Tell me you're my little slut, Carter Dawn. Like you mean it 'cause you know it's the fucking truth. This pussy needs my cock more than you want to admit. You want me to fill you up and keep you sore." He yanks my head back farther to get to my throat, his hips relentlessly thrust making our skin slap together while he fucks me hard enough to be bruising.
But I fucking love it.
"Fuck, yes," I scream. He can call me whatever the fuck he wants if his dick keeps hitting me like that. "Oh fuck! Grant!"
He stops. "You my fucking slut?" His hips start to move slowly again, dragging the head of his cock right over that spot, back and forth but not giving it enough friction to make me come.
"I'm whatever you want me to be, baby, just fucking let me come," I practically growl, holding on to him and squeezing my legs around him, clawing at him to give me what I need.
"You'll learn soon." His mouth slams to mine as his thrusting stops completely.
Pulling away, he stands, towering over me and grabs his cock. I slowly sit up, waiting for a different position, confused as to why we're stopping but when he pumps his dick once, twice, then three times and groans through his release I have the sudden urge to stab him.
"What the fuck!" My pussy's throbbing, my clit is screaming at me to touch it, and he's fucking spilling his release all over my goddamned tits. "Grant!" I growl and narrow my eyes at him. "Fuck you." I could sit right here and get myself off. Right the fuck in front of him. But I'm not going to give him that pleasure. "Take me home." I shoot to my feet and start collecting my clothes.
"You drove, baby." He chuckles, pulling his shirt on after his jeans. "Ya know. This could work out for the both of us if you'd just learn." He starts whistling, heading toward the woods with a picnic basket in his hand like a cheerful son of a bitch.
I fish my car keys out of my pocket and storm past him, ignoring the four wheeler because there's no fucking way I'm riding that thing back with him on it. I'll get to my car, drive my ass home, and give myself the orgasm my body's needed for days now. Fuck men. Fuck everyone.
He slowly rides next to me. Whistling away. And I'm not really getting anywhere fast.
"Want a ride?" he asks.
"No. Not from you," I lie. Of course I want a ride from you, you fuck head. And I want it hard and fucking fast. And then, I want you to finish me like you fucking owe me! "I'm fine," I snip as I trudge across the field.
"You maybe want me to go get Tommy?" He quirks his eyebrow. Jealous prick.
"I'll hit him up when I get home." I smirk at him then pick up my pace. I can at least see the blue dot that will soon become my car in the distance. I need someone who doesn't make me want to rip their clothes of one minute then rip their dick off the next. Is that too much to ask? "Hey, you were just fuckin' around with the whole dating thing earlier, weren't you?"
He belts out a laugh. "Stick to your own kind, Carter Dawn," he says before shooting forward on the four wheeler, leaving me in the middle of this field.
I fucking knew it. I'm done. This dip shit can get himself killed; he's not my problem.
My legs are covered in mosquito bites and it's almost as good as an orgasm every time I reach down and swipe my fingers across them. A few minutes later a big red pickup truck is barreling my way throwing mud behind it the closer it gets. The huge truck flies past me before whipping around and speeding to my side and stopping.
"Get in the truck, Carter Dawn." He sounds as annoyed as I feel.
"You're an asshole, Grant Matthews." I keep trudging through the field, trying to ignore the very tempting truck that will save me from the snakes that I'm sure are waiting to attack.
"If I push on this gas and you're not in the truck you'll be covered in mud. Get in the fucking truck."
I stop and throw my hands to my hips. "Why the fuck would you care if I were covered in mud! Fuck you. I'm walking. I'll be fine." God, this man infuriates me! And that grin he's wearing! Like this is just an adorable temper tantrum!
"You are by far." He hops out of the truck and slams the door. "The stupidest." Grabbing my shoulders, I'm spun toward the truck. "Sexist." I'm shoved against the huge muddy tire, and his front is pressed to my back. "Pain in the ass I've ever met. I don't know why I like to torture myself so much with you." His hand shoves into my shorts and the second he rubs against my clit I gasp so loudly they probably heard me at the ranch. Those fingers know their way around a clit and I'm wound so tight, if he keeps spinning them, I'm going to finally fucking come. "Be a good girl and come on my hand," he growls in my ear, pushing harder against my swollen clit.
"Fuuuuck," I moan. "God, I fucking hate you," I whimper, my legs threatening to go out from underneath me. "Oh fuck. Fuck!" His fingers press and spin, press and spin until he pinches so hard it has me screaming loud enough it echoes. "Fuck! Ah, fuck fuck!" I'm buzzing, my heart's racing, and I couldn't walk away right now if I tried.
He sinks his fingers inside me, pumping them as his palm pushes against my clit and I'm so done from that orgasm all I can do is moan.
"You my slut?" he asks, his voice soft while his lips gently travel over my jaw.
"Fuck, Grant. I'm your slut," I murmur, opening my mouth for his and sinking back against him.
Grant Matthews is a fucking tornado. One minute he's flipping you and spinning you fast enough you think you could puke and the next he turns into a pink sky and pretty horizon making you feel warm and happy.
"Good girl," he says, kissing me softly one more time then turning me to face him. "You're a fuckin' sight." He wipes mud from my face caused by this huge tire I was pushed up against while he gave me the best orgasm I've had since I can remember.
"I need a shower," I manage to say finally. I've never had an orgasm take that much out of me.
Ever.