Page 35 of Bucked Hard

Ilove that she’s looking through my texts. My pictures. Perusing everything in my phone making herself feel safe.

She walks over and sits at one of the wooden chairs next to the small kitchen table staring down at the small screen in her hands. I don’t want her to take my word for it. I want her to know she can trust me.

Well, as much as you can trust a guy you’ve known only twenty-four hours.

I lift the hat from my head and hang it on the hook next to the door as I move her way.

The cabin’s not spacious, but I’ve discovered I don’t need much as far as space is concerned. Or things for that matter. When I left Oklahoma, I packed two duffle bags and left everything else behind. Any furniture I’d picked up I left to St. Mary’s women’s shelter along with any other household stuff I’d gathered in my small place at the ranch in Oklahoma.

It never felt like home. And I’m starting to realize that it is people that give you that feeling, not a place nor things. I’ve been in this little cabin just a few hours today, and already it is feeling pretty fucking homey with her ass sitting in a chair at the kitchen table.

Goddamn, that looks more heavenly sitting there than any wide-sky sunrise I’ve ever seen.

I lower myself into the chair next to her, scoot it around so we are facing each other and rest one hand on her knee. I have to be touching her all the fucking time. I have no other choice.

The look of investigative curiosity she had when she first began to scroll through my phone is gone. Her features soften, content and every movement of her fingers, her cheeks, the blink of her eyes feels like déjà vu. A dream I didn’t remember until just now.

Every move she makes also turns my thoughts to every dirty thing I want to do with her and I think my dick is organizing a coup to get out of my pants and inside of her juicy cunt in any way he can.

“Well, I guess you’re in the clear.” She hands my phone back as my thoughts are on what would be the fastest way to get her naked.

“That’s good to know.” I retrieve the phone from her offering hand and turn it off, then shove it out of the way across the table. There aren’t going to be any interruptions.

“But.” She squints at me then looks back toward the phone, sending my heart racing wondering what she could be looking at. “If I was going to be worried, I’d be worried about the hundred or so pictures you have ofthat horse.”

“Arabelle.” I chuckle. “Before you, she was my number one girl.” I raise an eyebrow and smile.

As much as I am completely gone over this girl, I hesitate. She’s stunning. But more than that, she’s kind and genuine, works hard around here and has a quirky sense of humor. She is a natural beauty with sad eyes and I want to know why.

“Can I ask you something?” The words tumble out before I can stop them.

My hands are on both her knees as I hook the toe of my boot under the front leg of the chair, scooting it forward so that I can surround her legs with mine.

She bites her lip. “Sure.”

There is insecurity in her eyes and I can’t imagine who or what put it there, but I make a note that it will be one of my many new missions in life to erase that bullshit from her mind.

“I know what I want.” I let the words hang in the tense air as I tighten my legs around her and gather her hands in mine. They’re soft and warm, and I catch her scent as I lean forward, finding her eyes with mine. “But, I want to be sure that you’re sure. You liked last night, right? Because that was not just some fling in the bed of a pickup for me.”

She licks her lips and pulls her shoulders to her ears. “Yeah. I liked it.” The blush rises on her cheeks and pools in glowing pink down her neck and onto her chest.

“Good. More than good. Great, in fact.” God, I sound like a twelve-year-old asking his first girl to the school dance. “I want more. And by more, I don’t just mean sex. I want it all. Trust me, if my hard-on is any indication, I’ve never wanted someone like I want you. But, listen—”get your shit together, Butler“—I want something from you, and once we pass go, it’s going to be damn hard for me to stop, so I just want you to know you can back out now. No harm, no foul. Get out of jail free. But you’re making my heart beat in ways I didn’t know before last night, so just tell me now, please, if you want to just play cards or braid each other’s hair, maybe tell some scary stories tell me now. Because if I get my lips on you again, it’s all or nothing. Do you know what I’m saying, Rachel?”

She pulls a hand from mine and covers her mouth. I’m not sure if she’s hiding a smile or ready to throw up, and I have to swallow the lump in my throat hoping I haven’t scared the shit out of her with my monologue.

Her chest rises and falls three times and I can’t manage to take a single breath of my own before she lowers her hand back to mine and answers.

“I get what you are saying and I don’t really like to play cards. And I don’t’ think you’d look good in braids and if you tell me a scary story, I’ll have nightmares. So, I’d like to go with whatever other option you have in mind.” She nibbles on her bottom lip and I hold back a pathetic whimper.

“Thank God…you have no idea.” I finally take that breath, and then just stare at her for a long time, memorizing everything about this moment. It’s too precious to ever forget. Her lips are soft, shiny and pink and I think about the other parts of her that are shiny and pink, hoping they are ready to gobble up every inch of my raging hard-on.

I feel her thighs press together under my hands and I want to spread them with my tongue.

“I can still taste you when I close my eyes.” I lean in, unable to wait any longer. My lips are on top of hers, tasting the wine and the sweet flavor of the marshmallows we roasted.

She lets out a deep breath and a low sweet moan. Her scent seeps into my every pore like a magic mist.

Waves of heat ripple over my back, down my legs, and I almost fall forward off the fucking chair.

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