Serena
Becky stood on the porch looking as stunning as ever. She was wearing high heels—she never wore flats, said they bored her—blue skinny jeans that emphasized her long, amazing legs, and a white T-shirt that hugged her breasts. Her blue eyes held amusement and naughtiness, as usual, and her sleek blonde hair was pulled into a ponytail, which displayed her swan-like neck.
I was used to her looks, but somehow they seemed out of place here and, therefore, for me.
How odd.
No matter what, I was still happy to see her, so I ran toward her and she to me, and we giggled. We hugged and stood there for several seconds. She was something familiar, but at the same time, not. Her perfume washed over me, and I leaned back.
“What are you doing here?”
“Babe, summer isn’t the same without you, so I thought why not visit my favorite girl?” She finally looked behind me, and her eyes widened then lit up with interest. The same possessive urge I’d had at the bar came back to me. I didn’t like her looking at Shane like that, even though I knew he was hot. And I knew my friend, she would never do something like that, but still. I glanced back and found Shane studying us with interest, but at the same time, he looked slightly annoyed. If not for Becky, we would have already been in bed having fun.
Or the shower.
Or the floor.
Thoughts like that made me hot, so I quickly snapped out of it. His grin when he winked at me told me he clearly guessed my thoughts.
Cocky bastard.
“Um, Serena?” Becky indicated with her head to Shane, and I blushed.
“Becky, this is Shane, my—my boyfriend.” I ignored her surprise and turned to Shane.
“Shane, babe, this is Becky, my best friend since I can remember.”
He shook her hand. “Nice to meet you.”
“You too, cowboy, you too.” She said with amusement.
Out of the blue, the front door opened, and Hawk and Maggie came out. “What’s going on?” He didn’t sound pleased. Shit, all the laughing and shouting probably woke him up.
“Sorry, Hawk.” He just raised his eyebrows. “My friend came to visit me, and I was wondering if she could stay here.” I had no clue what plans she had, but the inn in town just wouldn’t do for her, and she would bitch about it. Plus, it didn’t feel as safe as the ranch, where I knew no one would want to hurt us.
“A word, in the office, Serena.” He disappeared into the house.
Okay then.
Before I went, Shane grabbed my hand and kissed me in front of the girls, with tongue and all. It was over quickly, and I leaned back, dazed. “I’ll stay here with them until we can go to bed,” he murmured in my ear, just for me to hear, and I didn’t know what to do but nod.
All the way to the office, I had a stupid smile on my face, but I couldn’t help it. I would be getting Shane tonight; any normal girl would be happy.
I knocked on the office door, and I when heard a gruff “Come in,” I stepped inside.
Hawk was sitting in his chair having a cigar, which caused flashbacks of my dad doing exactly that when he was displeased with something I did.
“Serena, can I ask you a question?” His tone was low but indifferent. He wasn’t giving anything away.
“Sure.”
“Do you know what you’re doing here?” My brows furrowed in confusion at his words. “I mean you and Shane.”
Shit, it was about him?
“Yes.” My voice shook slightly.
“Does he know the truth of why you’re here?”
“Do you?”’
“I know enough. This relationship of yours—”
“Is temporary, and it was something he wanted.” I didn’t know why I had to explain myself all the time, why everyone acted as though I was making a mistake. Especially to those people who didn’t have exactly the best record either. We were old enough to decide for ourselves.
“Uh huh. Is it something you want?” he asked gently, and I focused on him. His eyes were always kind, but at that moment concern was there, and I understood what it was about. He wasn’t worried about Shane, because he knew his son. He knew he would never forgive me once he knew the truth about me. He was worried about how I would handle our breakup. He didn’t trust me in that department, that I wouldn’t have my heart broken in the process, and some part of me agreed with that wholeheartedly.
But I couldn’t admit to that or acknowledge it, because everything would end too soon. I had one more month to live in freedom. One more month of being me, not the fake image I projected. I didn’t want it to end.
“Yes,” I replied. He said nothing, so I decided to talk about what I really came here for, not for that weird talk with my boyfriend’s biological father. “Can Becky stay?”
“Yes, as long as she pitches in on the ranch.”
I just stared at him and wondered if he’d seen her. I mean, sure, I wasn’t into all this either, but I had no choice. “I’m not sure about that.’’
He raised his eyebrow, something he did a lot and, usually, it freaking meant he wasn’t impressed. “Ain’t nobody hanging around my ranch doing nothing. Either she works, or she’s out.”
Well, looked like Becky would have a lesson in Housekeeping 101.
Shane
The evening didn’t turn out as I expected.
I nearly lost my damned mind there in the parking lot, and if she were wearing a skirt, I wouldn’t have waited to be inside her. But those skinny jeans made it impossible; plus, I wasn’t so sure, after our first time, she was ready for sex outside. I didn’t want to push her, even if she was willing. Next time though, next time I would stop at nothing.
I smiled and I heard a feminine sigh. I glanced to the table in the kitchen from where I was having a drink near the refrigerator.
“Eh, that damned smile of yours is sexy as hell.” She had a beautiful voice, and she was gorgeous. Not as gorgeous as my girl, at least not to me, but she sure was a looker. And she looked like pure class, which meant Serena had some rich friends. Which was odd, considering she must barely be making ends meet if she took the job here.
That reminded me I had yet to give her the present I had ready for her. I bought it when she refused to speak to me and I had nothing else to do.
“Thanks, I guess.” I was never shy, but didn’t really know if it was a come-on or something, and I so didn’t need to encourage that shit.
She stared at me for several seconds and then started laughing. “I’m sorry. It’s just you should have seen your face.” She wiped the tears from her eyes and took several breaths. “Like you didn’t know how to proceed.” Her face became serious. “No worries, I talk with everyone like that. I would never make a play on her guy.”
Well, good to know.
I heard soft footsteps, and my girl—and didn’t I just love saying that?—entered the doorway and didn’t look happy. Well, I could relate. Talking with Hawk was never much fun, and judging by her face, it didn’t go as planned.
“Everything okay?”
She sat down near Becky and sighed. “Hawk said you can stay at the ranch.” Becky squealed in delight, and then Serena continued. “Only if you work here too. ‘Ain’t nobody staying on the ranch and doing nothing,’ he said.” She tried to do an imitation of his voice but failed miserably and sighed again in frustration.
Becky looked horrified, and I had to smirk. Yeah, she probably didn’t know what to do. That thought brought something else to my mind. Serena hadn’t known what to do either and had also had freshly done nails.
The sound of the door shutting distracted me from my train of thought, and I decided to come back to it later. After a minute, Ren entered the kitchen, as usual all messy and sporting several hickeys on his neck. For the life of me, I didn’t know why he let them do that every night. At the rate he was going, I was surprised he still had someone new to fuck every day or at least someone who didn’t need more from him.
His eyes took in the scene, and then they zeroed in on Becky, who choked on her drink when she noticed him. Serena watched the exchange and then raised her panicked eyes to Ren, who studied her as though for the first time.
“Well, I’ll be damned,” he drawled in a Texan accent. “Princess, is that you?” Becky seemed to want to look anywhere but at him, and I understood there was history there. Oh, the shit was getting more complicated by the minute, because if they’d slept with each other, her staying here was impossible for sure.
Then I noticed Maggie stood in the doorway behind Ren and witnessed it all too. Pain flashed through her eyes, but she quickly covered it with indifference. She probably wasn’t happy to see someone from his past, especially someone the exact opposite of her.
“Hey, cowboy,” Becky murmured, and Ren sat down opposite her and propped his feet up on the table.
“What brings you here?”
Her eyes narrowed on him before she gifted him with a brilliant smile. “Well, you know, decided to roam around the world.”
Ren raised his brow. “Here of all places?”
I gotta admit, he had a point. If I wanted to see the world, I wouldn’t have come to the place where there wasn’t much to do.
“Yeah, why not?” she challenged, and Ren said nothing. For the first time since Miranda, I saw Ren’s playful side. He was usually an ass.
I cleared my throat. “So you guys know each other?”
Ren’s eyes shifted to me, and the amusement vanished from his eyes. “We met last year.” Well, at least he answered; that was something.
“Yeah, I was in Chicago, and he was there too. We kind of had seats on the plane next to each other,” Becky murmured, and I was sure nothing happened between them, because I knew who was in Chicago.
Miranda. Which meant he went looking for her, possibly wanting to bring her back.
“I just wanted to say goodnight and ask if Serena would need help preparing a room for Becky.” Maggie’s quiet voice interrupted, but the conversation was probably too much for her. She never liked Miranda, as far as I knew, because the girl pretty much took her place in Ren’s life.
Serena shook her head. “Thanks, hon, but no, we’re good.” Her voice was gentle, and I could hear the concern for my sister, too.
“It’s so sweet of you, thanks.” Becky’s smile was friendly, and Maggie relaxed a bit. She wasn’t used to that kind of behavior from girls like Becky—that much I knew for sure. The whole deal with popular versus geeky.
“No problem.” And with that, she went upstairs.
“Anyway, I’m heading to sleep as well. Tired.” Why Ren felt the need to explain, I didn’t know, especially that loudly.
“I bet you are, given how hard a job you have,” Becky said sweetly.
I raised my eyebrows, because none of the girls talked back to him like that, and the look on Ren’s face was priceless.
“Well, princess, is that judgment I’m hearing? Of all people, I didn’t expect it from you.” He acted as though he was hurt, and she snorted.
“Oh, no judgment at all, cowboy. Just pity. You sell yourself cheap.” The tension was escalating, but all Serena and I did was stare at them.
“Decide to come to me, princess, and I’ll sell myself expensively and exclusively to you.”
With those words, he left the kitchen, but not before she shouted, “I don’t invest in something that won’t bring me results!”
Ren just chuckled as Becky narrowed her eyes while raising her brow. These two, if given the chance, could make sparks fly. I had never seen anyone who matched his temper and didn’t put up with his attitude.
“So, will you work on the ranch or should we get you a room at the inn?” I almost felt sorry for her, because as nice as the inn was, it was run by Mel, who had all kinds of sanitary rules, and she made everyone wake up at seven in the morning. The majority of her people were old folks who needed company and felt lonely. No one young stayed there, and it was too far from the ranch to make it all the way here every day.
“I don’t know what I could possibly do here”—she grinned—“but I’d better stay. I came to see my best friend after all. And I didn’t miss the way you both said inn as though it was hell on earth.”
I chuckled and shrugged, then pushed back from the counter and kissed Serena on the cheek.
“So I’ll go take a shower and go to bed. You guys can catch up.” She giggled and I saw the heat in her eyes as I mentioned showering, and hell yeah, I liked it. What guy wouldn’t? “Though not too long, tomorrow you have a lot of work to do.” She nodded. “Night, Becky.”
“Night, handsome.”
Serena
“Well, girl, I got to say, all I want to do when I'm in his presence is fan myself. Damn, but he’s fiiiine.”
I ignored all the talk about Shane, because her opinion was the last thing I wanted to discuss. “Cut the shit, babe. What the hell are you doing here?” She must have known I wouldn’t buy the whole “I missed you” thing. Yeah, we were best friends, and I loved her to pieces, but no way would she come here to spend some time when she could have the sun of Ibiza.
“I'm hurt you don’t believe me!” I just glared at her, and she sighed. Gone was all the laughter and pretense, and she became serious. “Okay, okay. Not that I don’t love you, but I had other reasons to come.”
She said nothing else and I grew impatient. “Such as?”
“The press.” Shit, the press? What did she do if she had to hide from them?
“There is a hot new story and, imagine, it involves me.” I dreaded her answer, if her depressing tone was anything to go by.
“What did you do?”
She watched her cup while her finger made circles on the table. Finally, she looked up, and I saw the despair, regret, and pain. “They caught me leaving Matt’s house in the morning.”
Of all the things I expected to hear, that wasn’t it. I decided to give her the benefit of the doubt.
“Are their…are their accusations true?” I had to know before I said anything else, and I prayed to God she didn’t do it. She cast her eyes down again and nodded. I stood up and started pacing the kitchen. “What the hell were you thinking?” I didn’t even try to hide my anger. How could she do that?
“Honestly? I wasn’t thinking at all.”
“That’s your excuse?” I couldn’t believe it!
“What do you want me to say?” Her tone was defensive yet tired.
“I want you to explain to me how you could sleep with a man who is engaged and not to just any girl, but Emma!” She winced at my scream, clenching her fists tighter on the table.
Emma and Matt and Matt and Emma. That’s what we called them, because they’d been together since kindergarten. People used to say they looked at each other on the playground and a connection was formed. For me, it sounded like bullshit. I mean, who in their right mind meets their soul mate when he or she is five years old? But for them, it worked. They were the golden couple of the Upper East Side. He was the son of the CEO of MidLogNet Enterprises, and she was the daughter of politicians. They brought a lot of attention, but unlike Becky’s or mine, it was good. They went everywhere together, and their wedding was supposed to take place in September. I had already ordered the dress for it. Emma was a nice girl, and the fact Becky could hurt her like that, I just couldn’t wrap my mind around it.
“Well, I have no explanation for what I did.” It was as much as she was going to give, and I knew there was no point in pushing her.
And didn’t that just piss me off?
“Of course you don’t.”
“I didn’t come here for your judgment. I have plenty of that back in the real world.”
Was she kidding? I wondered what kind of reaction she’d expected. “Then why did you? You knew how I'd react.”
“Yeah, but you are my best friend.’’
With those words, the fight left me, because she was right. As much as I knew she was wrong, and as much as I liked Emma, I wouldn’t push Becky away. That just wasn’t what we did, and I couldn’t help but feel there was something there, something more. I sat down next to her, wrapped my arms around her, and she sighed heavily. That was what we usually did when one of us screwed up really badly, and we needed a plan to fix it.
Sadly, I didn’t know how. I never took my friend for the other woman, the home-wrecker, so to speak.
“Tell me,” I urged gently.
“I… I always liked him because he was different with me, and he knew about my crush on Jason. He was one of the steadiest guys I ever knew, and I was surprised someone could love as strongly as he did.” They were close friends, we all were, but it always seemed like he had some kind of sweet spot for her. “But all he saw was Emma, and it was okay. I mean, I knew there was nothing sexual between us, but at the same time, I wondered what it would be like to be on the receiving end of his attention. Then I found some fun in partying and, well, other guys.” Boy, did she find fun with them. “And I forgot about him, or so I thought. But this summer, Emma left for Aspen without him, and it was mostly me and him.” She was quiet and I didn’t push it. She needed to say it at her own pace. “Then two weeks ago, we went to the Escalade.” It was a prestigious bar on the Upper East Side we liked to go to. “We drank and we talked. He told me he and Emma broke up, that things hadn’t been good for a long time, and I believed him. One thing led to another, and next thing I knew, I was at his apartment naked and we were having sex. I was drunk.”
I closed my eyes and leaned back. Shit, obviously she couldn’t control it. Matt was a far cry from the usual guys she dated.
“Then, in the morning, he acted as though he was happy and told me how amazing the night was, and I believed him, because for me it was too. It’s not that I’m in love with him… but for the first time, I felt like I actually mattered to someone. We were together for the last two weeks, and then that photo was taken.”
One night was a mistake you could justify with alcohol. That though? That wasn’t something she could justify, and we both knew it. “All the papers started with ‘She is the one who ruined the engagement,’ ‘What will Emma do?’ and shit like that.”
“What happened next?”
Becky tensed in my arms. “Matt called and told me he’d have a press conference where he would say he was sick, and his doctor could show the evidence I was there to help since Emma was out of town. She believed him, and so did everyone else.”
As much as I hated how he hurt my friend, in that one, the blame was on Becky, too, because she did wrong. I wondered when she became obsessed with the desire to get approval from all those people. “But that means the scandal is over, and you’re okay. Why would you come, then?”
“Because I'm not okay,” she said and started quietly crying. She always cried like that. Barely audible, but it was there, and my heart broke a little for her. I knew it wasn’t about Matt; it was because she was passed over yet again.
“My family…” She took a deep breath, and I dreaded what she would say, because she talked about them only when shit hit the fan, and I really didn’t want any more shit at the moment. “They’ve had enough. They had a huge-ass meeting and told me I do whatever the hell I please and don't give a shit about anyone, no matter how much they gave me.” She started to laugh, but it was lacking any humor. “My reputation jeopardizes their lives, and they can’t close their eyes to it anymore, since Dad wants to run for senate.”
That was bad, really bad. I never liked her parents. They were cold, and it wasn’t like I knew them well. They approved of our friendship, but it wasn’t because they liked me. It had more to do with my family name.
She wasn’t done though. “They cut me off.”
I froze, because I wasn’t sure I heard it right. “They what?” I asked carefully.
“They told me they are done mingling with the disgrace of this family and cut me off completely. They took away the credit cards and cash. And it wasn’t an ultimatum like your dad’s. Unlike you, I have this on a permanent basis.”
“But they wouldn’t do it for real. You know how much they care for the public image.” I winced as I said that, because it was the harsh but real truth. They may not give a shit about my friend, but they sure as hell cared what society thought of them.
Becky chuckled again and blew her nose on a tissue rather ungracefully. “They said it would show people that you can’t always be a spoiled brat and that they act like normal parents who don't know what to do with their kid anymore, and this will teach me to behave.”
That shit seemed surreal for me, because I had no idea what she would do. She didn’t go to college, wasn’t interested in anything besides having fun, and never made money on her own. How would she survive?
“So you see I’m on my own now. To think I thought your dad was cruel!” She tried to joke, but tears were in her eyes, and she sobbed.
“Shhh, it’s okay. We’ll figure it out.” We needed to come up with something soon. I had money—or my dad did—but I was sure he wouldn’t want to support Becky permanently, so we had to come up with some solution, at least until the end of the summer.
Damn, but the summer seemed like one with heavy decisions to make.
“You can stay here with me for the next month, but only if you work.” I needed to warn her, because I still remembered my first days here, and if it weren’t for Maggie, I would have probably never made it.
“Sure, not that I know how, but you can teach me.” She cleaned her face with the tissue I gave her and smiled. “I think you need to go back to that boy of yours. He’s probably tired of waiting. My problems won’t go anywhere anyway.” As much as I longed to do just that, her confession changed my plans.
We went upstairs and I showed Becky to her room. Then I went to mine, took a quick shower, and put on my pajamas before tiptoeing to Shane’s room. The minute I entered, he wrapped his arm around my waist and pressed me against the door. God, but he smelled delicious. I wanted to bath in his scent, so it’d always surround me.
His tongue roamed inside my mouth, and I moaned as I tangled my fingers in his hair and brought him closer. He lifted my leg up around his waist, but I needed to talk, so I pulled back. That didn’t stop him from kissing my collarbone as his hands roamed all over my body. His lips traveled back to my neck, where he licked and sucked, which made goose bumps run over me.
“Shane?” He didn’t answer, just continued focusing on my neck. I tugged a bit on his hair. “Shane!”
“What?” He sounded annoyed; he didn’t like my interruption.
“I can’t stay the night.” He stilled and raised his heated with desire eyes to me.
“What?” he growled.
“Becky, she’s… sad. Some shit happened, and she had to come. She didn’t ask me, but I need to stay with her.” I felt the tension leaving his body, and anger too. The fact he understood spread warmth inside me. Palming his face, I leaned forward to give him a kiss. A gentle, slow kiss, where we could taste each other without hurry. I pushed back before I lost my resolve to leave. “Please understand. I’m sorry it’s the second time I’m ditching you—”
He put his finger on my lips. “It’s okay, baby girl. Your friend needs you more than I do right now. Though I’m dying to sink into that tight pussy of yours and experience the incredible feeling I felt yesterday when you fit my cock like a glove. Tight as hell.”
My panties got wet from the image he created, and he licked the swell of my breasts then moved to my neck before giving me a final peck on the lips.
He leaned back. “Go, before I change my mind.”
Nodding, I rushed into the hallway, trying to catch my breath and take a hold of my emotions, which were running wild. I stopped by to grab my pillow from my room, because I hated to get used to new ones. My neck would hurt like a bitch and I didn’t want to pull any muscles, because I was looking forward to the fun to come.
Becky sat on the bed, reading her kindle and shaking her head at something. It didn’t surprise me much, she always had weird mood swings while reading her books. When she shifted her attention to me, her brows furrowed as she asked. “What are you doing here?” I jumped on the bed and lay down on the pillow.
“I’m spending the night with you.”
Understanding lit her eyes. “Babe, you don’t need to stay with me. You have a handsome cowboy there.” But, by her voice, I knew how much it meant to her. It was just our thing. If one was upset, the other one spent the night.
“He understands, no worries. Come sleep.”
I was almost asleep when I heard her murmur, “I just did my nails.” I almost laughed out loud, because sure as hell, her nails would be the last thing on her mind.
Shane
After my morning shower, I decided to pass by Serena’s door before anyone could see me. A proper good morning kiss was in order, with tongue and heat, not some peck on the lips she would give me in the kitchen in front of the whole damned house.
Once inside, I heard the shower running, and got hard imagining her all naked and warm. Fuck the whole morning kiss shit. I wanted my girl naked and wet where she could scream and moan without being afraid of someone hearing us.
There was nothing to stop me from joining her. I removed my jeans and stepped inside the shower. Thank God, I put on the condom before I entered.
The steam greeted me, and I saw a slightly pink body enjoying the hot water. She moaned as the jets massaged her shoulders. I made a mental note to give her a massage tonight. My girl was tense from all the work; plus, she was probably stiff from drawing, too.
With her eyes closed, she didn’t notice me, and I decided not to waste any time. I gave her an open-mouth kiss with lots of tongue, making it deep, wet, and hot. She stiffened and opened her eyes, about to scream, which allowed me to put my tongue inside deeper, and she instantly relaxed when she saw it was me. As if I would let anyone near her. The idea was laughable. She hugged me closer as I pushed her against the tiles. Seemed like everything we did lately was against a flat surface, but damn if that wasn’t hot. One of these days, I hoped we would end up in bed, where I could have proper time with her and explore her body, give it the attention it deserved.
She laid her hands on my head and tugged on my hair. I pulled back and moved to her earlobe, making her moan again. Those noises of hers would be the death of me.
Slowly, I trailed my hand from her breasts to her belly, going down to her center where I put my finger inside. She was wet, hot, and tight, ready for me.
Always fucking ready for me.
“Does my girl want me?” My voice was low, rough, and raspy.
“Yes,” she moaned. “Please, Shane.” She wanted me to be done so soon? Poor baby wasn’t used to sexual torment. I didn’t think so. I moved down to my knees, ignoring the hard tile of the shower floor, and slightly opened her thighs so her pussy was front and center for me. Then I placed an open-mouth kiss right on her center. Her groan was so damned sexy. Licking inside, I made circular movements while my thumb gently rubbed her clit. She tried to move, but I held her ass still and kept on, driving her crazy.
She murmured my name repeatedly and then put her hand in my hair, tugging gently. The pressure of it went straight to my cock, which was already hard as steel. She was grinding on my face, and I let her do it for several more seconds, enjoying her taste, which reminded me of bittersweet honey, and then I stood. She glared at me, confused and annoyed, because I hadn’t let her finish.
“Oh no, when you come, you’ll come on my cock and not my tongue.”
She blushed but nodded. She had to get used to my crude ways, because I wouldn’t be changing that. She was a beautiful sight, her wet body with pale skin and freckles all over. I wanted to lick drops from each one of them, then her breasts with pink nipples, which begged to be sucked, and I did just that, which earned me another of those fucking moans. I decided to play a bit rough and bit down gently. She arched her back, and I loved how her body responded to me.
She was breathing heavily. I knew she was close, so I slid my hand between her thighs and pushed two fingers inside, and we both groaned. She was so wet from her desire and my mouth that I would have no problem entering her any way I wanted. She was so ready for what was to come.
Fuck! I couldn’t take it slow, either. I picked one of her legs up, rested it over my thigh, and in one swift move, thrust inside. We both moaned, and I felt so good inside her, where she clenched me so tight.
“Move,” she begged.
I stayed there for several seconds, just kissing her and enjoying making love to her mouth with my tongue while my cock was buried deep inside her. But then the need to move was too strong, and I could no longer hold back. Thrusting agonizingly slowly, I could feel everything, enjoy every moment of it, and absorb every facial expression she made. Breathing hard, she rested her head against the wall and made those small sexy noises she did when she was aroused. When she looked at me, along with lust and desire, I saw annoyance. My girl didn’t like to be denied. I almost chuckled, and she narrowed her eyes.
“Faster.”
I did chuckle then, which turned into a groan as she squeezed me tight inside her. After that, it was impossible to keep the pace slow. I moved faster and faster until I heard her scream, which I swallowed with my mouth. After a few more thrusts, I felt one of the most intense pleasures I have ever felt and came. Inside her. The only better feeling would have been to come without a condom on. I knew I was clean, but she wasn’t on the pill, and I didn’t know if she would consider it for such a short amount of time.
It was still the best fucking sex in my entire life.
Slowly, I came back to reality. We stared at each other until she smiled. The water was still all over us, but I didn’t care, because it created a warm cocoon around us.
“Well, that was intense,” she joked, but still seemed in a state of shock over what had happened between us.
“Yeah.”
“Is it always like that?”
I frowned. What the hell kind of question was that? “No.”
“Oh.”
Yeah, oh, didn’t that just create more problems than it should. I didn’t want to think about it, let alone talk, so I detached myself from her, took shower gel, and cleaned us both. She even let me wash her hair, and I loved the feel of the red silk in my hands. Once we were done, I wrapped her in a towel then dried myself and put my jeans back on.
She came to me, gave me a sweet kiss on the lips, and smiled. “Good morning, cowboy.”
I couldn’t help it, I laughed and hugged her one more time before leaving, murmuring into her hair, “Good morning, indeed, beautiful.”