Flawless (Chestnut Springs, #1)

by Elsie Silver

“He’s the breed that’s man enough to eat pussy.”

Rob sputters on the other end of the line, but it’s Rhett’s wide eyes I’m looking down into as I ride his face. And when his teeth graze my clit, I explode. “Ahh! Rhett!” I click the side of the phone to hang up as I toss it and collapse forward on to the bed, bowled over by what feels like a tidal wave of scalding hot water cove...

“Well shit, Princess.” He slaps my ass as I flop down beside him. “I hope that was as satisfying for you as it was for me.”

He’s all smiles as he shakes his head and stares up at the ceiling. “I hope so. I think I get off on other people hearing you scream my name.”

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.

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.

Wanna go for a midnight drive in the rust bucket? Look for the constellation that spells MINE? ;) Rhett: Yeah. If I get you down on all fours, I’ll find that one for sure.

I’d be happy to sit next to Summer and sling my arm across the back of her chair. But I know she’s not there yet. Unlike me, Summer really, really cares what people think.

“who’s up for a field trip to The Spur? I want to dance with Summer before I leave.” My teeth grind as I glare at my brother. “You’re gonna ruin your teeth doing that, son.” Harvey slings a hand across the back of my chair and grins at me. It’s a creepy grin. A knowing grin.

“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.” I look over at my dad, face smushed together in confusion. “What?” He smiles wistfully, observing everyone around the table. “It never mattered whose eyes were on your mom. Because her eyes were always on me.”

And when I glance over at her, her eyes are on me.

I’m not sure how I fell so hard, and so fast. I’m not sure of anything, really. My career. My health. But I’m pretty fucking sure Summer is a game-changer in more ways than one.

I’m also pretty sure I’m done being mature and watching my brother dance and enjoy my girl.

We’ve been back for half a day and not kissing her is driving me crazy.

“She’s sort of the female version of you.” “Maybe that’s why you handle me so well.” “Handle you? Rhett Eaton, I don’t think anyone can truly handle you. I’m just along for the ride.” “Fuck yeah, you are.”

The dress she’s wearing is tight and scrunched up over her torso, and then soft and flowing around her legs. It’s begging for me to flip it up and bend her over.

I believe a few weeks ago her suggestion was that I should—how did she put it—ride you like a bucking bronco.” My dick twitches. I lean down to whisper something in her ear but can’t resist pressing a kiss there first. “I approve of this friendship.”

“They’re going to talk.” “Then let them talk. You know I don’t give a fuck what people think, Summer. And there is no one I’d rather ruin my reputation with.” With one hand still gripping her chin, I kiss her.

She stiffens at first—shocked—but when her fingers go back to moving in my hair and her lips slide against mine, I know I have her permission to keep going. To keep ruining my reputation, right here and now, with her.

We stand here. In plain view. Kissing. In the middle of a makeshift dance floor. No doubt raising some eyebrows. Making a statement. Doing what we want rather than what we should.

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: Gross. Are we going out or what? Rhett: Wear one of those prissy skirts, but no panties. Meet at the rust bucket.

We’ve spent the last few days stealing kisses in the hallway. Or driving my old truck out into the field to sink into each other under the open sky. It’s romantic as fuck. It’s also the best sex I’ve ever had.

I’ve never been more motivated to get my own place so I can bend her over whenever I please.

“I don’t want anything, Princess. It’s a gift, just because. Now sit that fine ass down and open it.”

When she surged ahead of me, I purchased them as fast as I could. But it’s not a completely unselfish gift. I’m dying to see her in them.

“I got them because I saw you staring at them. I saw the look on your face. And then you told me you had to quit riding when you got sick. I thought you’d want to start again at some point. Maybe out here. With me. Then I saw you on my horse—a fucking natural—and I knew I’d made the right call.”

“I thought you hated me then.” I shake my head, a little sheepish over what a growly prick I’d been to her. “The only thing I hated was how badly I wanted you, Princess.”

Those big brown soulful eyes—fuck—I’d do anything she wants me to. I’m an absolute goner for this girl, and I never even saw her coming.

Like that once the season is over, once I’m not a client to her, I’m going to commit my entire off-season to convincing her to give me a shot. A real shot. A shot to be everything.

Summer grumbles as I lead her up the stairs, her hand wrapped in mine so damn perfectly. Her grumbles are half-hearted and done with a small smile. Something about if the press found out I’m a sex addict, they’d have a field day. When we get to my room, I shut the door and give her

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.

“The view downstairs has been better lately.” She shoots me a playful look, pursing her lips and shaking her head.

“They need nothing. Lose the clothes. Let me see.” I jut my chin in her direction. Her dark eyes flare. “You want me to put them on with nothing under them?” “Fuck yeah, I do.”

“I haven’t had a shower. I’m all sweaty.” “Don’t much care, Princess.” I cross my arms over my chest. “Fully intend to get you all sweaty right now anyway.”

She undresses, and I watch her like a total voyeur. She’s literally just undressing and not even trying to be sexy. It’s just that it’s her, and everything she does is sexy to me.

Write mine on each of her tits.

“Like this?” she breathes out, puffy lips parted, eyes a little hooded. “No panties? Yeah. I agree with you about the view up here. Far superior.”

I stride forward, needing to be close to her. Needing contact. I slide my hands over her hips and the globes of her round ass as I drop to my knees in front of her.

“You’re too fucking much. Too prett...

“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.”

Hearing that I’m enough for someone like Summer. I didn’t know how badly I needed to hear that.

I lean forward and give the slit of her pussy one long, firm lick. Because I can’t be this close to it and not pay it some attention.

“For a girl who’s never had her pussy eaten, you’ve sure developed a taste.” She tenses, pushing my head back. “Is it too much?” Her eyes are wide as she looks down at me and whispers, “Oh shit, I’m sorry.” Grabbing at my shoulders, she tries to pull me up, but I shove two fingers inside her already slick, warm hole. So ready for me. “Summer, stop. It’s never too much. I’m the one who’s developed a taste.”

“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 suck hard at her clit, knowing I can get her close and then pull away to watch her get all flustered and huffy. Desperate. I love that too.

I pull away and stand, gripping her skull to plant a firm kiss on her mouth. “You see how fucking good you taste?” I slide my tongue into her mouth, swallowing the dirty moa...

I step away to get a better view. Sexy, fancy leather chaps, tits heaving, eyes a little glassy. Fuck. Yeah, I love this.

She slowly turns, and I’m struck by a tightness in my chest. And when I watch the creases beneath that perfect peach-shaped ass as she spins, a painful tightness in my jeans too. Bare ass surrounded by soft leather. Yeah, my perverted mind is racing.