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Summer: Heading out there now. Dad: Be safe. Don’t let that asshole in your pants. Summer: I’m really more of a skirt gal. Dad: -_-
Kip: Don’t try to be polite. It doesn’t suit you. Rhett: Suck a dick. Kip: How do you think I’m keeping all your sponsors?
“When are you going to grow out the ‘stache and go full Old Man Eaton?” He glares at me before he drops the post and lines up the pointed end with the spot he wants. “Dunno. When you cutting your hair, Rapunzel?”
Your cowboy. I looked him up. He looks like the hot guy from Hell on Wheels. You know, the one with the long hair? Did you know they filmed that show out there? Willa: You should bang him. Summer: No. Willa: Want me to print you a picture of him for your wall? Summer: I don’t miss you at all.
“And for crying out loud, Rhett.” She stands and swipes her phone off the table before pointing down at me. “Realize that I’m on your side. I don’t want this to be miserable. I don’t want to embarrass you. If you let me, we can be a team rather than fighting the entire time. Use your head.” I’m accustomed to getting dressed down. Getting in trouble isn’t new, and I’m not about to roll over and take this from her. Which is why I reply with, “Which one?”
“I’m heading into town to try out the gym.” The older man nods. “Good for you. I bet you’ll be back before Rhett even wakes up.” “Well, great. If he gets up, give him a tranquilizer until I return.”
My clay mug clunks on the table as I reach out with my opposite hand toward the broad expanse of his back. I hesitate, my hand fluttering above his plain white t-shirt, because I seriously wonder if touching him is a good idea. It’s a little like sticking your hand between the fence boards to pet a dog you don’t know.
“Should I ask if they have any child-sized bikes you can ride?” “Very funny.” She hops off and eyes the bike like it’s personally offended her somehow. “I hate cardio.” “Is it because the machinery is too complicated for you?” I wink at her, and she scowls as I step off my bike and point at the too-high seat. “Stand next to it.”
Eventually, she reaches out and readjusts the seat. Up. Down. And then settles on the exact same spot I had it in the first place. Stubborn.
We could have him go out and order a glass of milk and call someone to snap photos. Summer: No. We’re not doing that. Don’t even suggest it. Dad: Why? Summer: Because he doesn’t like it.
Over a decade of putting his life on the line to entertain these people, and this is what he gets? So, I guess that’s why I put two fingers in my mouth and pull out the most useless skill I’ve ever learned. One I’ve mastered. I whistle so loud that you can hear it over everything. I whistle so loud that Rhett’s head snaps up in my direction. And when he sees me in the crowd, grinning back at him, the sad look on his face washes away.
“Complicated.” Really, really fucking complicated. “She’s . . . well, she’s pretty much the polar opposite from me. Looks. Personality. Shit, her name is even Winter.
“Did you. . .” He trails off, scrubbing at his beard. “Kiss the page you ripped out of a magazine?” I scoff. “I didn’t rip it out. I cut it out very carefully. And now I’m looking forward to throwing darts at it.”
Summer: For ducks’ sake. Summer: Duck Summer: *Duck Summer: FUCK. Ugh. Why can’t my phone learn that word? I’ll be back around dinnertime. Rhett: Quack.
The two others run toward them and spook my horse. Within moments, my brothers and my mount are taking off across the field, whooping and laughing as they go. I can’t help but snicker when I see Beau turn over his shoulder and hold up three fingers in a sort of salute before he shouts, “May the odds be ever in your favor!” Fucking dick.
“What the hell is the cowboy hat rule?” “You wear the hat, you ride the cowboy.”
“Having you think I’m out fucking everything that moves when I’ve looked at nothing and no one since the first day I laid eyes on you. I stepped into that godforsaken boardroom, and you practically demanded I become obsessed with you.”
“Please, don’t stop.” “Wasn’t planning on it. Just admiring the view.” “Lose the shirt.” I chuckle. “There she is. My bossy girl.” I step closer, crowding her against the door. “You want it off, do it yourself.”
I groan and reach forward, running my thumb over the seam of her pussy, feeling her pulse and clench against me. Feeling how wet the lace there is already. Nudging the strip of fabric aside, I push a finger in and revel in her, smooth and slick. Drenched. “You’re soaked, Summer. Is that mess all for me?”
“All this for me.” I rub her pussy again, feeling her leg clamp down on my shoulder as her head shyly flips to one side. “What a fucking treat.” She tries to press closed her free leg, and I slide one finger into her wet heat while tutting her. “Nah, nah, nah. Don’t get all shy now. Legs wide open for me, Princess.”
“Now shut up and ride me. I want to watch these pretty tits bounce while you come on my cock.”
Rhett: I was kind of just hoping you’d give me more massages? But topless this time. Summer: I’ll do that if you go to the appointment I scheduled for next week. Rhett: Daily massages. Where you ride my dick while rubbing my shoulder. Then I’ll go. Summer: Is your shoulder that bad? Rhett: No, Princess. Your pussy is just that good.
“It never mattered whose eyes were on your mom. Because her eyes were always on me.”
Summer: Wanna go for a midnight drive? Rhett: Now who’s the animal? Summer: Still you. I’m the princess. Rhett: Fuckin’ right you are. *My* princess.
Summer: Okay, Neanderthal. Meet outside? Bring a condom. Summer: Actually, a few condoms. Rhett: I just bought a whole box. You should have seen the look I got from the cashier. Summer: Great. We’ll probably be in the town newspaper tomorrow.
“Summer, stop.” He leans forward, a broad hand spread out on the table between us. “If Marina or that piece of shit your sister married ever made you feel unworthy for even one moment, put it out of your mind. You are not a burden. You are not a waste of time. You are very wanted. And anyone who makes you feel you’re anything less deserves Rhett Eaton’s fist to their face. Or yours. You can hit back too, you know? I’ll bail you out every fucking time.”
“Listen to me carefully, Summer. The only way you could ever disappoint me is by not living your life to the fullest. Not going after what exhilarates you. You deserve that. And you deserve someone who wants that for you.”
“Tell me what to do, Summer. Tell me, and I’ll do it. Was I unclear before? Because I want to be crystal clear now. I love you. I loved you the moment you walked into that boardroom and smirked at me like you knew something I didn’t. It bothered me, and I couldn’t stop thinking about it. Wanting to know what you know. I fixated on it, but I think I was just fixated on you.”
“So, take your time. Do what you need to. Carry on with the cold shoulder, hate me, make a voodoo doll and needle the hell out of it. I don’t fucking care. I’ll take it all. Just think about what I’m telling you. Think about being everything with me. I’ll keep coming back, no matter what. You’re my priority. I’ll keep trying because I’m not quitting on you. Ever.”
Where are we going? Mexico? Ooh. A weekend in Paris? We can drink wine by the Eiffel Tower.” “You have expensive taste for an unemployed person.”
