Page 139 of Rock Out Together
“Don’t tell me you’re a cowboy and have a passion for country music,” she teased.
“That’s a big no…on both parts.”
“I can’t wait for you to see the rest of it.”
I’d always loved animals, and that was one of the reasons I built this place. I took in abused horses and gave donations to the ASAP. We rolled to a stop in front of a big two-story cabin. I jumped out of the truck and rushed around to help Storm from the truck.
“Come on. Let’s get some food in you and then I’ll show you around.”
Storm wandered about the house while I gathered ingredients for that night’s meal. I planned on treating her like a queen while we were here. Because that was what she deserved.
“You have a framed poster of Motley Crue hanging on your wall?” I could hear her snicker all the way to the kitchen.
“It’s not a poster. It’s autographed and I’m in the picture with them. They’re my idols.”
“Looks like a poster to me, and whoever photoshopped you did a terrible job.”
I grinned to myself even though she couldn’t see me. Itwarmed my heart to know that she was feeling a little bit more at ease after my surgery and treatment. Placing the last of the ingredients on the counter, I made my way to the den to find Storm gazing out over the back lawn. Stepping up behind her, I slid my arms around her waist and pulled her tight against me.
“Mmmm,” she hummed, letting her head fall back against my chest. I squeezed her a little tighter and kissed her neck. “I love you, Mrs. Trent,” I whispered in her ear.
“What are you thinking?” She shrugged her shoulders and said nothing. I turned and picked up a small remote that was laying atop the mantle and pressed the red button at the top. It controlled all the lighting installed in the back lawn, including the pool and the hot tub.
“Wow.” She paused, turning to look at me with a grin. Her eyes danced with excitement. “I don’t even know how to describe it, because beautiful doesn’t do it justice. Can we go out there?”
“Sure. Want me to make us a sandwich so we can eat outside?”
“Okay,” she was quick to respond. Taking her hand, I led her to the kitchen where I had everything laying out on the counter. “I’ll make homemade Chicken Parm for you tomorrow night.”
“You can cook?”
“I’ll have you know that I’m a very good cook.” We each made our own sandwich and grabbed a bottle of water and stepped outside on to the patio area, surrounded by soft lighting, and sat at one of the glass top tables.
“If someone told me that Rowdy Trent Rockstar owned a cabin, I would have laughed in their face.”
“Here I’m not Rowdy Trent the Rockstar. I’m just Rowdy Trent. I get to be me, the person who gets to come home to his beautiful wife and soon to be little peanut running around in the grass.”
I walked her down to the barn and showed her the horses. I had at least twelve right now being rehabilitated. “Once a year we put on a concert to raise money for the rehabilitation and everything these horses need.”
Reaching up, she gently ran her fingers along my beard.
“You like the beard?”
“Loooove the beard.” Standing on her tiptoes, she whispered in my ear. Her hands gripping my biceps caused my whole body to heat. Pressing my fingers into her hips, I pressed my hard dick against her pussy, causing her to moan. When she pressed her hand against my dick, I took a step back, causing her to pout.
“Rest and later I’ll treat you to the beard.” She exhaled with a heavy sigh. “And if you’re lucky, I’ll spank that ass.” That earned me a smile.
I left Storm alone at home the next day. I figured she could use the day to relax and catch up on some sleep. I gave her the excuse that I had a business meeting with someone local. It was only half a lie, so I sat in my truck in the grocery store parking lot and called Dr. Fillman. After we hung up, I’d been sitting in my truck for forty-five minutes with the motor running. I couldn’t wait to give Storm the news, but part of me knew that she’d be mad because I kept it from her.
When I arrived at the house, Storm was in the pool. I grabbed a couple bottles of water and my swim shorts before heading for the patio. I picked a lawn chair and dropped my towel and sat back to enjoy the view. As soon as Storm spotted me she climbed off the float and walked up the pool steps to me.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing.”
“Rowdy Trent, I can tell when you’re not telling the truth because your right eye twitches,” she said with her hands on her hips.
“There’s nothing wrong,” I said, knowing the whole time that I was breaking a promise to my wife.
