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The problem is, not very many people know the real me anymore.
jesus christ
I just fucking hate milk. The whole thing is so bizarre that it’s almost funny.
this can’t be the main reason for this plot right. is it? oh my god. he needs some mIlK
Everything is shiny. The floor. The windows. The stainless-steel elevator doors. It makes me want to go smudge my hands all over them just to mess things up.
🤧
Worn cowboy boots. Wouldn’t surprise me if there was still cow shit on the sole. Perfectly broken-in jeans topped off with a brown shearling jacket. My hair is long, just how I like it.
okay hot
Buckle bunnies,
me
“Who knew not liking milk was a crime?
not the milk thing again
“Write your address here, please.” “My address?” My gaze shoots up to meet hers. “Yes. The place where you live.” I swear her cheek twitches. It’s fucking rude.
Even though this outfit slays.
oh ffs
We don’t look at each other as we walk, but he touches my shoulder gently and gestures me across his body. He moves me to the opposite side of him before taking up position by the road.
“Is that warm milk?”
THIS IS SO SILLY !!!! *continues reading*
Strong enough to stay on,
😝😝😜😜😜😝😝😝
It’s a little like sticking your hand between the fence boards to pet a dog you don’t know. They might be a very good boy who loves attention. Or they might bite you.
A VERY GOOD BOY WHO LOVES ATTENTION
“Because it’s true! I fucking hate milk. And that shouldn’t be a crime.”
elsie babe plssss!!! stop this !!!
“Welcome to the wild side, Princess.”
I want to hear all about how I look to her.
swallow, attempting to move my suddenly dry throat. “I don’t even know what your score was,” I blurt out stupidly. “But you were amazing.” His whiskey eyes go from pinched in the other guy’s direction to warm and bright. At me. “Yeah?”
“You rode the fuck outta that bull.”
Instead of grabbing her waist, I slide my arms around her petite frame and cover her hands with my own. “I’ve got it.”
I stand tall and wrap an arm around her waist, tugging her against me as I tip my head back and down the shot. I can feel her heart pounding against my ribs. She fits right under my arm, like that spot was meant for her.
I scoff. “What the hell is the cowboy hat rule?” “You wear the hat, you ride the cowboy.”
I opt to take the bull by the horns. With one step forward, my hand darts out and I yank the saddle-brown cowboy hat off his head and place it on mine. His
“Good girl. You wish that was my cum, don’t you?” A strangled whimper lodges in my throat as I nod back at him, trapped in his amber gaze. Then he leans in close, breath damp against my lips and growls, “Swallow, Summer.”
OH MY GOD?
body. A milk product has never tasted so good. I can feel the gooseflesh of her skin against
THIS AGAIN?
But he just chuckles softly, deeply. “You want to fuck a bull rider, baby?”
And as badly as Rob hurt me, I’m not out to tank his career.” That one statement lands like an atomic bomb, silencing everything around us. Rhett’s expression goes blank. He glances away, like it hurts to keep his eyes on me, and gives his head a subtle shake. “Jesus. Do you still have a thing for him?”
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