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“Impressive.” Hardcore stands and says to Nina, “You’ve done a fantastic job getting them ready to roll.”

She smiles, “Thank you.”

Meghan keys the radio. “Chow time, boys.”

I respond. “On the way. We will hitch a ride back to the Ranch House with Foxtrot. Motherfucker and Hammer can ride the horses back.”

Chapter 11

Nina

I flipon the lights as I enter my apartment. Rocket is right behind me. “Want a glass of wine?” He asks as he walks toward the kitchen.

“No, thanks,” I call over my shoulder, making my way through the living room, heading for the bedroom. When I flip on the light, I ask him, “Do you have a preference for tonight?” But he doesn’t answer, so I open my closet and stare at my clothes, trying to decide whether to dress down with comfy skinny jeans or dress up in a sexy dress, or a mixture of both. I haven’t worn the corset since day one. Maybe I will wear that.

Tuned into where he is, I hear the refrigerator door open and the clink of glass on glass as he removes a cold one. Then the door closes, the top comes off the bottle and lands in the garbage can.

I never cared what the controlling asshole thought because I never cared about him. But I care what Crockett thinks. I always have. I cared enough to bury my feelings for him so deep that I lost sight of who I really am, and I didn’t realize how reserved I had become in every aspect of my life. But now, loving him out in the open has freed the real me. I’m free to tease, taunt, and flirt, and I want his eyes hungry, needy, horny when they look at me. Not just tonight, but every single time.

I hear the beer bottle land in the garbage can, and I turn toward him, sensing he is getting closer. He stops in the doorway to stare.

I grin. “What do you prefer I wear tonight?”

He smirks that cute ‘devil be damned’ look, and that killer dimple flashes me. My Kegel muscles constrict, and my heart melts. “Fuck! Rocket, don’t do that.”

“Do what?” He feigns innocence.

“That!” I point my finger at him and wave it around the air, indicating from head to toe his gorgeousness. “I don’t want to miss the show.”

He laughs, teasing me with his eyes. “We have an hour and a half before the curtain goes up. That’s plenty of time for my rocket to send you into orbit.”

Then he begins stripping, slowly peeling off every stitch of clothing, and I forget everything but watching him unveil his massive, muscular frame.

Crockett is six-foot-five and weighs in at a trim two hundred and sixty pounds. His looks fit the ‘All American Man’ type: Classic handsome with hawkish brown eyes flecked with gold; defined, dark, angled brows; straight, proportional nose; sculpted, full lips, dark brunette, nearly black, straight hair cropped close on the side, long and full; on an athletic body that could play any professional sport.

He is a man that stands out in a crowd. Whether he is wearing fatigues and combat boots or a business suit and tie, he is a stud that oozes hero, and I worship the ground the man walks on.

When he is completely naked, he strolls over to me, slides his strong hands over the sensitive skin of my neck, cups my face, and tilts it up to stare helplessly yet emboldened to do whatever he asks of me. He whispers, “You know I prefer you naked.”

I smile, “I prefer naked too.”

His hands release my face, but it remains locked on his. My eyes feeding on his hunger for me. I feel the tips of his finger as they find the hem of my shirt and grasp it. Then the soft fabric stimulates my skin as he lifts it. I close my eyes only long enough for the fabric to clear my face, then lock onto his love again.

He smiles a soft, gentle smile and tells me he loves me too without saying a word.

His lips touch mine, and the sweet sensations of loving him and being loved by him soar through me. My soul sings with happiness. His kiss moves from my mouth down my neck. His fingers find the latch of my bra and squeeze the ends together. The hooks unbound, the strap pops off, and my tits dangle free. Waiting for his mouth's arrival, they harden with anticipation. His kisses linger on my neck as he pushes the straps off my shoulders, and my bra falls to the ground.

I sigh, lost in his touch, but found in love. Life has never been more fulfilling than this. Crockett is my world. My everything.

His lips kiss their way down to my breasts, and my head falls back with sweet surrender. My tits saturate my mind with pleasure as his thumbs hook the waistband of my yoga pants and push them down off my ass.

My skin is so tuned in, waiting for his touch, that tiny goosebumps breakout when the air blows over the exposed area. He moans that throat moan when he tastes the ripple of the goosebumps.

“God, I love how your body responds to me.” He whispers as he kisses his way down, pushing the soft fabric to my ankles.

His tongue passes over my clit as he inserts it, tasting my wetness, and I jerk from the jolt of pure pleasure. Grabbing his head, I wrap my fingers in his hair to steady myself as he licks while lifting my feet free of the fabric.

By the time I am naked, my pussy throbs for penetration, and my whole being yearns for his possession. In the short time that it takes him to stand, I nearly collapse with need.

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