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I bring him close to the edge and feel him tense. Releasing his cock from my mouth, I sit up and crawl back atop him, kissing a path all the way to his lips.

The moment I reach him, he switches our positions, this time inching himself down my body. I gasp once his mouth reaches my core. His tongue circles my clit and he slides his finger inside me. The warm, wet kisses on my pussy make me moan out his name, excitement taking me to the edge much faster than I expected.

“No, don’t stop,” I beg as he pulls away, teasing me just as I teased him.

A seductive smile stretches across his face and then he leans in to consume me, sucking a bit more intensely and gliding his finger in and out of my wet pussy. He softly bites me, kissing the insides of my thighs and then returns back to my clit. This time, once I reach my peak, he lets me ride his face until I come.

Not wanting this high to end, I wait for him to move toward me again, kissing him for only a moment before I climb atop of him, reaching for his nightstand. I rip open the shiny square package and secure the condom around his dick, stroking it once before straddling his body with my knees and slowly lowering myself onto him. The sheer size of him takes my breath away, and I quickly find a motion that serves both of our needs.

He grabs my ass and I lean forward as he whispers in my ear, “That’s it. Keep riding me like that.”

I bite my lip, my desire climbing higher and higher with each roll of my hips. “You like this?” I ask, my voice soft, breathy.

His head falls back against the pillow for a moment, a ripple of pleasure tremoring through his body as we move against one another. “Fuck yes. Don’t stop. You’re such a good girl.”

The rasp of his voice pushes me towards the edge, and the closer I get to coming, the harder it is for me to contain the urgeI have to scream. He thrusts into me. Harder. Faster. And right when I reach the top, I moan out, “Come with me, Cowboy.”

Something in that statement sends him spiraling right along with me.

I slide off of him, and both of us lie on our backs, huffing from the come down. My heart pounds in my chest while I regain a steady breath. Rolling toward one another we meet each other’s gaze.

He leans forward to kiss me, pulling me into his chest and strokes my hair. The gestures are all so simple, yet so endearing. I peer back at his face and he smiles. This time my heart flutters for an entirely different reason. His beautiful green eyes feel like they can see my soul, and for the very first time in a long time I feel like I’mhome.

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SAWYER - JULY 4, 2004

WalkingDaisy out to her car this morning, I notice Rhett’s truck in the driveway. I could have sworn he had mentioned plans that included him not coming home last night, so I wonder what happened? After she says goodbye to the horses, I kiss her one last time before she leaves and make my way back toward the house for some much needed coffee from our late night.

My eyes peer down at the threshold as I walk through the door. I look up and am surprised to find Rhett’s gaze meeting mine.

“Oh, fuck.” My heart races. I’m shocked to see someone in the house when I could have sworn Daisy and I were alone. “I thought you were in the bunkhouse, man. You just scared the shit out of me.”

“Ah, yeah ya could have been robbed last night and ya would have never known the wiser,” He laughs out, before his expression turns serious. “I owe ya an apology.”

“For what?” I question, unsure why he would be sorry for anything. He never truly was.

“Well I thought ya had no game. Not even a single ounce of it. I expected it to just be your mopey ass in this house all alone for the long haul.” He snickers and I know what’s coming nexthas been well thought out just by the look on his face. “Ya know I didn’t think ya had it in ya until I heard ya have it in her,Cowboy.” Laughter erupts out of him and even I can’t hold back the hilarity of that statement.

“I certainly did not see that coming,” I manage to get out between laughs.

Rhett, the asshole, can’t seem to get himself under control, chuckle after chuckle escaping him. “Yeah, ya didn’t see it comin’ because ya were too busy actually doin’ just that. Came down here to grab some ice cream out of the freezer and instead heard the whole cream pie.”

My eyes widen, and it’s a good thing I wasn’t drinking anything or I might have choked. “Jesus, Rhett, I’m glad you waited until she was gone to come out swinging like this.”

“I’m just kiddin’ with ya, bud. So how did thetalkgo? Must have went alright, hey?” The way my friend can shift from joking to serious in the blink of an eye never seems to astound me, yet this time I wish he hadn’t. I hastily consider anything to shift the conversation.

“I didn’t mention it. As you heard, there wasn’t a whole lot of talking.” I wiggle my brow, instantly feeling bad about the joke. “Okay, no. I wimped out. Honestly, I just don’t want to ruin things between us. I had planned on bringing it up, I just couldn’t. She breathes such a life into this place and me, and the longer I’m with her the less I’m willing to gamble losing her.”

I know that saying nothing to her isn’t the right thing to do, and anything good also requires a bit of work, but I can’t fathom losing her now that I’ve only just gotten her. And while singing fills my soul with joy, so does she. She breathes life into me. She’s like a puzzle piece I’d been missing up until now, and now that I’ve found her, I don’t think I can give her up.

“Now, wait,” I say, my brow furrowing together in question. “When did you get back? I thought you said you weren’t going to be coming back last night?”

Rhett’s deer-in-headlights stare tells me he’s got something he’s not sharing.

At the risk of sounding like a nagging mother, or otherwise, I consider not saying anything, but that look tells me I’ve got no choice. “So, where were you last night?”

“I—” And before he can even get out a word, my phone starts to ring.

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