Page 89 of Revelry
“Yeah, and Daisy won’t let you quit. Isn’t that right, Daze?” Leo said, throwing a look to Daisy who nodded as she poppedher gum. A muscle twitched under my eye but I ignored the gum popping, because right now, my new friend needed me.
“You cowboy, right? On the ranch?” I asked, staring at Jack.
“Yeah?”
“So think about it like roping cattle. Pretend you’ve got the lasso in your hand.” I demonstrated, lifting my arm up above my head and waiting for Jack to copy my stance. When he did, he held his other hand at his waist like he was holding the coil of rope.
“Right, now swing the rope round and round like you’re about to release to catch that cattle. That’s it, just like that!” I enthused as he started getting the hang of it. “Now, loosen up your hips a little bit, you’re moving like you’ve been on a horse for five days straight.”
Slowly his muscles seemed to unclench and he got in a better flow, his arm twirling perfectly. “Now thrust, and again!” He completed the motions and the excitement in the cabin grew as the others joined in. “Now what do we do, Leo?”
“Wemake it rain!” he cheered. We all did, dropping to our knees in the end pose.
“Yes boys!” Daisy cheered, clapping her hands and Teddy barked excitedly. “Again!”
We repeated the choreography over and over again until we were panting, sweating and grumbling but finally we looked in good shape.
My OCD was loving the repetition, continuing until we got it right, until it was perfect. Especially with us all so in sync, my mind was practically singing. Joy flowing through my veins. I was trying to ignore the actual ‘doing this in public’ thing, as then I would start to panic.
We said goodbye and went our separate ways. I removed my chaps and got into my truck ready to head home.
My blood pounded when I pulled onto our street and spotted Gertrude’s pink VW and her house lights on. She was home. But what surprised me was that my own lights were on too. I knew for sure I hadn’t left them on, not with my regimented routine.
I got out of my truck and grabbed my bag. I didn’t need to unlock my door, I just pushed it open and immediately heard the caterwauling coming from the kitchen. I stored my bag and stood in the doorway, watching Gertrude dancing around, barefoot in my kitchen, singing her lungs out.
Leaning against the frame, a smirk crept onto my face as I watched her twerking, hips swinging while she stirred and dipped her finger into the bowl then slid it into her mouth. Her eyes fluttered closed, and she sighed.
“God, I’m good.”
The longer I watched her, the more natural it felt to have her in my place. She looked so at home, cream smeared across her cheeks, her wild curls held back by a red bandanna. Her legs and feet bare. Her shorts shorter than would be natural for winter. Her lumberjack shirt oversized and slipping off one shoulder. I grunted when I noticed she wasn’t wearing a bra and that grabbed her attention.
She spun towards me and shrieked, dropping the bowl she was mixing. It shattered and cream splashed across the floor and up her legs.
“Tate, you scared me!” My pint-sized beauty had the audacity to glare at me.
I pushed off the doorframe. “Sugar, you broke intomyhome. I’m the one who should be scared.”
Her hands popped onto her hips. “I didn’tbreak in.”
I raised a brow at her, and she shrugged. “I stole your key and made a copy so I could shower when you weren’t here. Ya know, because of avoiding you and all that.”
I chuckled. “Of course you did.”
Her eyes dipped to my mouth before her cheeks flushed prettily, and I wondered what she was thinking. I opened my mouth to ask her, but she broke out of whatever spell she was under and looked about her. She started to move but I didn’t give her a chance.
“Careful, don’t cut your feet.” I swept her up and placed her onto the kitchen counter while I looked around at the mess. My brain took it all in, little alarm bells ringing in my ears as I saw how far the cream had splashed. Across the floor, up the cabinet doors.
Gertie struggled behind me. “Tate, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make a mess. I’m so sorry.”
I squeezed my eyes shut. “It’s fine, Gertrude. Don’t worry about it,” I said, hating that she was so apologetic over a simple accident. “I’ll just get something to clean it up with.”
I turned back and spied a cloth just behind her. I reached around her, putting us face to face and she inhaled sharply, her violet blues widening as I invaded her space.
My eyes roved over her, lost in her features. “Are you hurt?” I rasped.
She shook her head softly, a curl escaping the bandana and dancing over her forehead. I brushed it away, watching it spring back into place with complete fascination. I tugged on it gently and watched it bounce back before I trailed my fingers down her cheek and jaw. I lifted her chin so her eyes met mine. So much heat was reflected back at me that I felt my entire body engulfed in flames.
My stare dipped to her mouth, puffy and round and I plucked her bottom lip, tugging it down. A whimper slipped from her and my cock responded immediately to the sound. My eyelids fluttered closed, and I rested our foreheads together, our breaths mingling.
