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Men are so fragile. I told Rhett to keep up, and I’m almost positive he stood in that field sulking just to prove a point. It’s kind of amusing.
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.
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.
I’m so fucked. I’m super fucked. I’m so super-mega fucked. Summer was also right. I’m a massive prick. Because I’ve been awake for the better part of an hour, letting her cuddle me. Staring at her, trying to memorize every little freckle. Watching her sleep like a lovesick Ted Bundy or something.
“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.
Things with Rob and I were complicated. I guess they still are. It’s like, logically, I know that our relationship was fucked up. But he saved my life. Before him I was very sick, and he fixed me. And it’s impossible to reconcile those two things.”
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.
“More like Fabio with all that fuckin’ hair,” Beau snorts. “And I’m Captain Canada thank you very much. Oh!” Beau slaps his thigh in the saddle. “No, no, no, I’m Maverick from Top Gun.” “Why the hell am I Ebenezer Scrooge?” Cade grumbles from under the brim of his hat.
“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.”
“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.” Out loud, it sounds so insecure. But my heart can’t take being broken again. It can’t withstand a man like Rhett treating me like I’m nothing more than a roll in the hay. I don’t know what it all means, but I know I want him to understand this isn’t casual for me. I may not know what it is, but it’s not that. He stares at me, as though he’s processing what I’ve just told him, before he leans back over me, cupping my skull in his big
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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.
“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.” It’s such an oddly worshipful thing to say.
“Right here, there are two so close together they almost look like one.” “Like binary stars,” I murmur. “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.
“You know what he is, Rob?” I’m panting now, and I’m not entirely sure how he hasn’t figured out that I’m not just sitting politely in my hotel room alone. Guess you can be a doctor and still be stupid. Rhett’s tongue and lips work furiously between my legs, and he has me barreling toward release. And I’m not even resisting. I’m chasing it now. “He’s the breed that’s man enough to eat pussy.”
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: You’re going to call having sex a team meeting? Rhett: Team building? Summer: What are we building? LOL. Rhett: Rapport.
Summer is all class. All shiny and proper and well-educated. It’s fucking hot. It also makes me want to dirty her up a bit.
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.”
She pushes to standing, pulling in a deep breath and wiping at her nose as she straightens, so full of grace and class. So fucking far out of my league. Pulling away from me like I wanted her to, even though I could be sick over it. Regret pulses through every limb. It courses through every vein. It singes every nerve. She nods at me and walks away. Taking my fucking heart with her as she goes.
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.”
Choosing each other. Finding each other. Showing up for each other. And everything about the moment is flawless.
