Flawless (Chestnut Springs, #1)

by Elsie Silver

“How do I look?” “Perfect.” My voice is gravel.

“Such a pretty fucking princess,” I muse, letting a grin touch my lips. “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.”

And suddenly, she’s rushing, hands fumbling with my fly like she can’t get to my cock fast enough. Like she’s starving. The view from above is fantastic. Dark shiny hair and perky, pointed nipples.

“Keep looking at me like that, and I’m going to blow on your face, Summer.” She giggles and does it again. “Good. Do it.” I growl, a deep, feral sound.

I slide a hand over the line of her jaw. “You love this, don’t you?” She hums and nods, head tilting into my hand a little. My opposite hand wraps in her thick ponytail.

“What a good fucking girl you are. Fucking your fingers while I fuck your throat.”

She looks like a little rodeo doll down in front of me. She cries out around my cock, body shaking as she comes apart beneath me. And I’m the lucky son of a bitch that gets to watch.

“Fuck. Summer. Hang on. I need a condom.” “No,” she whines. “I want it. I want you. Just you.” She glances at me over her shoulder, eyes wild and sparkly. I don’t think she means to, but her back arches, which pushes her ass out toward me.

I wrap my hands around her hips and push into her slowly, carefully. She always feels so small, and looking down, watching the way her body stretches to take me, just drives that fact home.

“That feels . . .” “Incredible,” I finish, savoring the feel of being bare inside her as I seat myself to the hilt. Skin on skin. Memorizing every pulse, every twitch and flutter. It’s other-fucking-worldly.

“Tell me how I look.” I growl, sliding one hand up her back, pressing her down onto the bed while the other hand grabs the back strap of her chaps and hikes her ass up, positioning her how I want her. I pull out and thrust back in. “You look perfect.”

“I love this indent down your back. And this ass.” I squeeze hard, gripping it and letting go, watching the white fingerprints turn pink and smiling when she wiggles it at me again. I give her one firm slap and hear the breath whoosh out of her lungs.

“You look like you were born to take my cock.” She moans. “Jesus, I love it when you say shit like that.”

“Princess, you look like you were made for me.”

“I feel like I was made for you.”

I grip the leather strap around her waist with one hand, her ass with my other, and fuck her like she was made for me. She doesn’t crumble. She meets every stroke, arching her back and pushing in for more. Letting me take her farther, deeper, than I ever have.

I’m hit with a realization that sends me reeling. Summer wasn’t just made for me. She’s it for me.

She tells me to slip my soft hand into Rhett’s rough one and give it a squeeze. When his cheek twitches, I know I listened to the right girl.

That smile is my kryptonite. And those hands. And that mouth, including the toe-curling things that come out of it. The dick, too. Big fan of Rhett Eaton’s dick.

Actually, it would seem I’m just a big fan of Rhett Eaton, and not the cocky cowboy everyone else gets to see. The man who kisses me sweetly, who makes me feel taken care of, like I’m not a burden—th...

I flush and pull my hand away, but the minute we’re seated in the clear Lucite chairs, Rhett reaches across the space between us and grabs it again, thumb rubbing in reassuring strokes.

His body says I’m his.

He leans in and kisses my hair before slamming the door and bounding around to the driver’s side.

“I’m against hitting women myself, but I fully support you decking your sister.” A dark laugh escapes me, and then, he hits the gas.

With a dark smile, he raises a finger and points right at Rob’s face. “And you, fella, are the shit stuck to my boot.”

Because Rob makes the stupidest decision he could make in this moment. He rounds on me, eyes narrowed viciously, his voice pure venom. “You were supposed to keep your mouth shut.”

“Talk to her like that again and I’ll fucking bury you. And trust me, you won’t be missed.” Rob waves a dismissive hand at him. “Down boy.”

“Fuck. I’m so sorry, Summer. I just . . . fuck. No one talks to you like that. No one. Not ever.”

“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.”

Rhett leans in and presses a kiss to my forehead, the stubble rasping against my skin making my hair stand on end.

“Do you think Rob’s nose is broken?” I sigh heavily. “I don’t know. I’m not the doctor in this family.” “Does hoping it is make me a dick?”

And you’re going to have to spill the beans on why Rhett Eaton is acting like a fire-breathing dragon around you.

But when I wander around the corner and hit the waiting space, what I find is Rhett Eaton, corded arms crossed over his chest, hair loose around his shoulders, bearded chin tipped up, staring at the ceiling. His golden irises dance back and forth as though he’s watching something.

“Well, I didn’t want to leave. I wanted to sit here and wait to make things right with you. I’ll sit here all weekend if I have to.” “No, you won’t. You ride tomorrow. You should be resting.” “Summer. Don’t you get it?” He stands, holding out his hands in frustration. “I care about you.”

He’s saying all the things I so badly want to hear. He’s offering me all the support I so desperately want from him. But I’m also really fucking angry at him for betraying my trust and for being right about so much and wrong about so much all at once.

At this moment, I’m not feeling very glass half full, and I take it out on the good man standing in front of me. Because as much as I want to, I can’t rely on a man who’s so busy not caring what anyone thinks that he’ll hurt me to prove the point.

“You know. Long hair. Punches people who’ve wronged you. Featured on your wall as a teenager.” I groan, dropping my chin to my chest.

“Do you like him?” Fuck me, this is awkward. I can’t even look at Kip. He’s found out more about my sex life in the past twenty-four hours than I’d have liked him to know in my entire lifetime. “Yeah, Dad. I like him. He’s not like he comes off. Nothing like everyone thinks.”

“Of course, I know. Been helping that kid for over a decade now. He pisses me off because he’s a loose fucking cannon, but I like him. I knew you two would get along eventually.”

“Right. Well, I don’t think I told you not to fall in love with him.” “I don’t love him.” He shrugs and gives me one of those sarcastic frowns that says, Okay, sure, but we both know you’re full of shit.

And I definitely don’t want to consider the fact that I might be in love with Rhett Eaton.

On one hand, I want to watch because I already miss Rhett so badly that there’s a constant ache in my chest.

I laugh, but it’s half-hearted, because the first thought that jumps into my head is, Rhett is irreplaceable.

lungs harden in my chest when I see Rhett climb up on the fence panels to help Theo. He’s not a tour coach, so he doesn’t need to be there. He just is. A flash of guilt hits me for saying what I said to him about not everything being about him. It was a cruel thing to say.

It doesn’t help that I didn’t sleep a wink last night. When I closed my eyes, all I saw was Summer. Her perfect lips. Her deep brown eyes shrink-wrapped in tears. Fucking haunting.

It’s Summer’s distraught voice, brimming with pain and anxiety and panic. As if I didn’t already feel sick enough about my dickhead behavior yesterday and making her cry—fuck, that killed me—now I have to listen to her terrified voice. It feels like rolling in glass, a thousand cuts all over my body, to hear her so upset.

So fucking far out of my league. Pulling away from me like I wanted her to, even though I could be sick over it.

She nods at me and walks away. Taking my fucking heart with her as she goes.

As the frustration burning in my gut cooled, it transformed into a heavy boulder. Making me feel sick. Nauseous. Dizzy. I’ve never felt sick over a girl. I’ve never made a bigger mistake. And she still hasn’t responded.

need to figure out what you love and make that your life too.” The only word in my head when that screen door slams behind him is Summer.