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“Supposed to?”
“I’m struggling to remember what it is I would be going back to. A loud city, with cloudy skies, and an empty apartment that looks like it was staged for some architecture magazine.”
“I’m sure it’s nice.”
“It’s not,” he says, shaking his head. “It’s practical and organized and bland. Not like this place.” He stands and turns in place as his gaze sweeps over the shadows of the ranch lit by the brilliant moon, glistening stars, and the orange glow of the bonfire, and I climb to my feet.
“I’ve traveled all over. Nothing is like this place,” I say, watching him slowly continue to turn.
“I’m not sure it’s just this place, though,” he says, stopping and looking up at me with those big blue eyes. “You know, I never noticed it before, how bland it all is in the city. Not until I came here, until I met you. It’s like you’ve lifted a veil and now the world is full of brilliant colors, and I can’t bear the thought of going back to that. No. I can’t bear the thought of leaving you.”
My heart skips a beat, and I brush my thumb over his cheek, cupping his face in my hand.
“Then don’t leave. Stay here. Stay with me. Or not with me. We can go slow. You can stay in one of the cabins for a while. The guys won’t mind.”
“I’m not sure. What about my work, and Wen?”
I don’t want to push him, as much as I would love for him to stay here with me and really see where this goes. It has to be his decision.
“I guess it would be hard to review restaurants in the city if you don’t live in the city, and Wen would probably kill me if she knew I was trying to lure you away from her.”
He hugs me to him.
“She is pretty clingy but in the absolutely best way.”
“I can see that.” I laugh. “Well, think it over, no pressure. I’m not going anywhere.”
He cocks an eyebrow.
“You sure about that?”
“I ran one time.”
“Twice.”
“Fine, twice. But I’m done running. I swear.”
“Good. And hey, maybe you will come to the city more now that you’re the big boss man for the Richmont group.”
“Maybe. I’m hoping that I can manage my responsibilities remotely, but if I did have to go into the head office, it would be the one in Texas.”
“Maybe my book will get picked up, and then I won’t have to write reviews anymore. Then I could at least split my time between here and my place so that Wen didn’t feel left out.”
“When your book gets published,” I correct, and his cheeks blush an adorable shade of pink. “Then you’ll need lots of quiet time to write the sequel, so I’ll build you your own cabin under the trees. The guys wanted to add more accommodations on the ranch, anyway. I’ll put it on wheels, and we can move it around the ranch when you feel like a change of scenery. Then you can write your book, and we can take walks and cuddle cows and do all the other things, too.”
“What kind of other things?” he asks, laying his hand over mine and moving it to suck my thumb into his mouth.
My cock pulses.
“All the things,” I say, and then we’re back at my cabin, stripping off each other’s clothes on our way to the shower. I’m sweaty from the day’s work, and we both smell like ash, but he’ll always taste like sunshine to me.
I reach up and turn on the hot water, and he steps away, gaze sweeping down my body, a note of appreciation in his stare. I turn slowly under the water, twisting my head to keep watching him watch me. My heart thunders, and then he’s there, behind me, his cock pressing perfectly between my ass cheeks as his fingers skim my sides. A shudder rolls through me.
“Connor,” his voice low, almost growling, desperate, needy, just makes me want to please him more. His thigh slides between my legs, forcing my stance wider, and I instinctively brace myself on the wall in front of me.
“That’s right, you’ll want to prepare for what’s coming next,” he whispers into my ear as he reaches beside me for the loofah and soap. He takes his time, soaping up my back, the hot water washing it away as fast as he coats me, and then his hands move lower, circling my ass, one hand washing me down, the othersliding over my slick skin. Then his hand glides around to grip my cock, and I buck into his hand on reflex.
“Hold still,” he orders as his chest presses against my back and his cock slips between my cheeks. “You’re so fucking perfect.”
