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“I’ll have you coming all night long, Summer. But not until you say it out loud. I want to hear it.”
“Take a walk on the wild side with a cowboy rather than your fancy city boys?”
“I don’t want it, Rhett. I want you.”
“I’m tired of doing what I should and ignoring what I want. And what I want is you. Inside me. All around me. I want you with me. And I want to be the only one.”
“Me neither, Princess. Me neither.”
Kip: Is everything okay? Neither of you have answered my texts about your meeting with the Ariat guys. Rhett: Yes, Daddy. Everything is fine. Some of us sleep at night. Kip: I was worried she might have killed you. Just looking out for you, son. Rhett: She almost did.
“Now shut up and ride me. I want to watch these pretty tits bounce while you come on my cock.”
“No, Princess. Watching you get jealous over me is victory enough for a simple man like me. Never knew I’d like that so much. You are downright adorable, all pink cheeked and worked up like this.”
But I’ve got those instincts strapped down tight. One more championship and maybe I’ll take my gold buckle and hang up my hat. Preferably on Summer Hamilton’s head.
Summer: How is your shoulder? Are you taping it? Do you want me to come tape it? Rhett: Fine. Don’t come back here. It smells like sweaty balls. Summer: Thank you for the vivid description. I was reading about pulsed electromagnetic field therapy for rotator cuff injuries. Maybe we should try it? There’s a physiotherapist in the city who does it. 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.
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Men who take a woman lightly don’t look at a woman the way Rhett looks at me.
“I’m serious, Summer. I’m not sure why you keep talking about our jobs like it matters. We’re not doing anything wrong. I think Doctor Douche has you scared that there’s something shameful about being with another person. That you need to hide something you don’t.”
Maybe the early input of thinking I needed to hide a relationship with genuine feelings made me believe that was true.
“What if you stopped worrying about everything that could go wrong and just let yourself enjoy how right this feels?”
“I love your freckles,” he murmurs from behind me, the pad of his finger tracing lines across the expanse of my back. “They remind me of all the constellations. Like I could draw lines between them, and pictures would appear.”
He’s not ashamed, more like he’s proud of me and wants everyone to know I’m hooking up with him. Which is an altogether new experience.
He’s connected the freckles to say Mine. And God, in this moment, I feel like that might be true.
Rhett: Come to my room. Summer: No. I’m not tiptoeing around your dad’s house and having sex with you on the same floor as him. That’s tacky. Rhett: There is no one I’d rather be tacky with. Summer: My answer is still no. Rhett: I’ll come to your room. We won’t be on the same floor that way. Everyone wins. Summer: You’re an animal. Rhett: We can call it a team meeting. Summer: You’re going to call having sex a team meeting? Rhett: Team building? Summer: What are we building? LOL. Rhett: Rapport. Summer: Nice try. Rhett: Will you at least send me a nude so I can jerk off all sad and alone?
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“It never mattered whose eyes were on your mom. Because her eyes were always on me.”
While lively conversation rolls on around me, I think about my mom. I think about Summer. And when I glance over at her, her eyes are on me.
“And do you know where pretty princesses belong, Summer?” “Where?” Her voice is soft, but thick. I point to the hardwood floor below me. “On their knees.”
“What a good fucking girl you are. Fucking your fingers while I fuck your throat.”
“You’re going to take it, Summer. Take every fucking inch. And you’re going to scream my name when you come.”
I’m hit with a realization that sends me reeling. Summer wasn’t just made for me. She’s it for me.
“But I want to make one thing clear. I am not possessive. I am protective. And I’ll never stop protecting you. I’d hit that fucker again in a heartbeat if it meant keeping him from talking to you that way.”
“I don’t know, Rhett. I’m not even sure there is a you and me. We’ve never been more than here and now.”
Kip: I hope you’re not dead, but only because my daughter is distraught over you right now, and if you’re dead, I can’t kick your ass for hurting her.
“We slept together for a couple of weeks, Summer. Don’t tell me what to do.” I spit the angry, petty words at her and watch her lips press together.
She nods at me and walks away. Taking my fucking heart with her as she goes.
“No, he’s not okay. He rides fucking angry cows with testicles for a living. He’s standing crooked like a broken cock. And he’s clearly got more than a few screws rattling around in his thick head.”
“I like her because she’s good for you. I like her because she doesn’t take our shit, and she doesn’t roll over for you like some lovesick puppy dog. I don’t like her because she’s smarter than me, and that’s fucking annoying.”
Rhett: Please answer your phone. Rhett: I didn’t mean what I said. Rhett: Fuck, I hate myself so much for doing this to you. Rhett: Are you okay? Can I just get some sign of life so I can stop walking around feeling sick all the time? Rhett: Your dad told me you’re still alive. He also says he’s going to cut my hair off in my sleep. Rhett: I want to explain myself. I want to apologize. I want to hear your voice. Even if it’s you bitching me out. I deserve that. Please pick up. Rhett: I’m going to blow your phone up for the rest of your life. Rhett: It wasn’t just sleeping together. Not even
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“You know that happy enough isn’t actually happy enough, right?”
“This place isn’t my legacy. This place is where I busy my mind and body. This place is my passion. My legacy is showing you that if you pursue something you love, you’ll make it work. Blood. Sweat. Tears. And a whole lotta love. Do you feel that way about this place?”
“Yup. And now you’re going to go find something to do that is the best fit for you. You’re going to stop worrying about what everyone else thinks of you or wants from you. And you’re going to waltz out in the world and be selfish for once. Take what you want and stop feeling guilty about it. Take it from me, guilt will eat you alive.”
“I replay that interaction in my head when I lie in bed, thinking of all the ways I could have handled it better. Of all the ways I could have defended you without hurting 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.”
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.”
I let out a ragged sigh and drink. Because today I’m going to Vegas. Because in my last moments, I’d want to be with Rhett. I’d want him to know I love him too. Every stupid, impulsive, broken bone in his body.
Summer: Good luck tonight. Rhett: I love you.
“I just . . . I had to be here. I couldn’t stand the thought of you being here alone. You’re . . .” Her voice cracks and tears well in her eyes. “You’re it for me too.”
Choosing each other. Finding each other. Showing up for each other. And everything about the moment is flawless.
“Such a good girl, Summer. Ride it.”
And I’m happy too, because I get to be stuck in her orbit for the rest of my life.
