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Honestly, I wrote this book for myself. For the girl who never quite knew what she wanted to do with her life, and for the woman who figured it out.
Sometimes we seize the moment, and sometimes it seizes us.
“That right there is the issue. Rhett Eaton is not the wholesome country boy next door. He’s a cocky cowboy that parties too hard and has hordes of women throwing themselves at him every weekend. And he’s not mad about it.
I hate failing people. When they’re mad, it means they care about you. They want better for you. They know you’re capable of better. When they’re indifferent like this, it’s almost like they expected you to blow it.
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?
😂 lol
Men are so fragile.
“Your dad made it seem like you were going to put me on a leash.” “Only if you’re into that kind of thing.”
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.
She’s smiling at me now. And as much as I hate to admit it, I like her eyes on me.
There’s something about a man who is damn good at what he does that holds an appeal for me. Every step is sure. Practiced. Full of confidence.
Beau: Sadly, no. You’re stuck with me forever. Don’t die out there tonight! Rhett: What if that was the last thing you ever said to me? Beau: Then I’d think to myself: if only Rhett had listened to my good advice.
I’m an absolute whore for fancy lingerie.
I want to take care of her, even though she doesn’t need taking care of.
“I’m finding I don’t really care what people think where you’re concerned.”
His pinky finger wraps around mine tenderly before he moves his hand to the small of my back, guiding me safely across the road and making my chest flutter.
Summer: Please don’t do anything stupid while I’m at the staff meeting. I trust you to hold it together for one afternoon. Rhett: Shit, Princess. I don’t know. I might go crazy without you. 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.
“What the hell is the cowboy hat rule?” “You wear the hat, you ride the cowboy.”
He’s staring at me like he wants me. Really wants me. Like he aches for me. Like he might melt, just for me.
“Rhett, I—” “Go to bed, Summer.” I snap back, surprised by what he’s saying. “Go to bed?” “Yes. Before I do something distinctly ungentlemanlike to you.”
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 leather and licorice scent rushes in around me, and I sigh.
“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.”
“Now, tell me honestly, Summer. If this were your last moment on earth, what would you want me to do?” I don’t even need to think about it. I know what I want from him. “Ruin me.” “Good. I’m about fucking done being a gentleman with you. And the only thing I’m ruining you for is anyone else.”
She’d told me to ruin her. The only thing I’m going to ruin her for is any other man. I’m going to give her a night she’ll never get over. A night that will keep her coming back for more.
I don’t know what this is between Summer and me, but I want to worship at her throne. I want to give her the best of everything. The best of me.
Rhett smirks. “If you’re not walking bow-legged tomorrow, I won’t have done my job tonight.”
“I don’t want it, Rhett. I want you.” My hands run over him, gently searching, but he stays quiet. Watching me like he always does. “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.”
“Now shut up and ride me. I want to watch these pretty tits bounce while you come on my cock.”
Kip: Why did Rhett send me a text saying that I’m fired? Summer: He. Didn’t. Kip: He did. It said, “Fuck professionalism and fuck you. You’re fired.” Summer: Well, he’s not wrong. That certainly isn’t very professional. I don’t think you’re actually fired though. Kip: Of course I’m not fired. That asshole is stuck with me.
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.
“What are binary stars?” His finger tenderly swipes across the spot he’s talking about. “It’s two stars that look like one to us when we see them in the sky. But really, they’re two. Stuck together by a gravitational pull, always orbiting one another.” “Kind of like the two of us, stuck together,” he muses.
“Any time. You know I’m a well-spring of good advice.” He leans in closer while everyone else launches into talking about plans for later tonight. His voice goes lower. “That’s why I’m going to give you this little tidbit of advice: cool your jets. If you ever have something that no one else wants, you gotta ask yourself where the value is.”
“Put them on, then you can thank me on your knees.”
“I think I’ve wasted enough time with men who aren’t good enough to know that you are better than good. More than enough.”
“There is never too much of this. I’ll eat this pretty pussy all day, every day, if it means I get to watch you squirm around and beg for my cock. I love doing this for you.”
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.”
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.”
But that man wears his love for you on his sleeve for the entire world to see. And he doesn’t give a shit who sees it. He’d scream it from the mountain tops if you asked him to. It’s written all over him. And you definitely need that.”
Choosing each other. Finding each other. Showing up for each other. And everything about the moment is flawless.
She’s my person. And I’m hers. Two halves of the same whole.
Because this girl owns every bit of me. And she has from the first day she smirked at me.
