Hello Heartbreaker, page 12
I got in the truck and buckled up as he shut the door. My eyes wandered over him while he walked around the front of the truck. That cut-off shirt was doing him far too many favors.
I glanced down at my lap when he got in so he couldn’t see I’d been staring.
“Thanks for coming out with me,” he said as we drove off.
I smiled. “How was the rodeo yesterday?”
“I won a nice little purse.”
I raised my eyebrows. “They give out purses to men for winning?”
He laughed, the sound warm. “No, a purse is what we call the prize money.”
“That makes a lot more sense,” I said with a chuckle. “I forgot about that.” I was beginning to relax, and it looked like he was too, one arm on the steering wheel, no tension in his broad shoulders. “What do you do with your winnings? Shopping spree?”
He shook his head. “Tuck it away for Grandpa’s land. There’s a reason I’m not driving a new truck or have any new furniture in my house. I have goals, and sometimes it takes sacrifice to reach them.”
My lips parted because I felt what Rhett was saying to my core. I related to him. “I get that. Saving for the salon hasn’t been easy. Especially since I can’t take as many appointments here. Not enough work for two full-time stylists in town.”
He nodded. “I think it’s cool that you bet on yourself.”
My cheeks warmed. “It’s been different, moving back home when all of our classmates have their own houses and families. In Austin, so many people room together because cost of living is high, but here? I can tell some people from our class look down on me because I haven’t accomplished more yet.”
“Fuck the haters,” he said. “No one has to live your life but you. As long as you’re good with it, that’s all that matters.”
I smiled, the action instinctive, natural. “You make it sound so easy.”
“It doesn’t have to be hard.”
I was quiet, thinking as he turned off the blacktop and went down a dirt road. Why did I make it so hard for myself?
“Have I been to this pond before?” I asked.
“Nope. We dug it out a few years ago to help water cattle and let them cool off in the summer, but we’ve been resting this grass so the pond’s all fresh and full of fish now.”
“Nice,” I said. “Do you remember that time we went ‘fishing’ before senior year? And you got that leech on your...”
He shuddered. “I’d rather not remember it.”
I laughed.
“I’m traumatized, okay?” he said, half laughing with me.
“You’re traumatized? You made me pull it off! I was seventeen!”
He laughed. “Serves you right for suggesting we skinny-dip.”
“I wasn’t ruining my first Victoria’s Secret.” I laughed too. But my throat closed up as we crested the hill and the pond came into view. “Did you...”
He drove into the pasture through the open gate and took us closer to the pond where he’d set the couch from his living room by the water, afghan and all. There were even end tables on both sides of the couch and a red cooler nearby. “You said you required seating.”
I let out a laugh. “I meant camping chairs or something. You didn’t have to do this.”
“Only the best for Maggie Ray.”
There was no helping my smile as he parked the truck. “Go pull up a chair,” he said. “I’ll bring you the fishing pole. I know you’re not touching worms with those pretty nails.”
28
RHETT
I’d haul the contents of my whole damn house into a pasture if it made Maggie smile and laugh this way. Her laugh was so contagious, carefree. The one time my overthinking girl truly let go.
While she went to sit on my couch, skin dusted with early morning sunshine, I baited up a fishing pole for her. This pond had been stocked with catfish, so we’d catch a plenty. Maybe I could talk her into coming over to my place tomorrow for dinner so I could make her some of what we caught.
Once I had both our poles bated, I grabbed a couple beers for us out of the cooler and brought them over to her. She was standing on the edge of the water, her toes dipping into the dark brown sand.
From here, I could see the way her denim shorts hugged her ass, and it added a whole new element to the images I had in my head two nights ago. The images I knew would cross my mind tonight.
“Damn, you’re looking good,” I told her.
She turned toward me, her cheeks blushing, and took her beer and then her pole. “Thank you.” She took a drink from her beer. “I have to admit I was a little worried about what you’d think of me when I came home. I’m bigger than I was in high school.”
My eyebrows drew together. Was she being serious right now? Mags was a bombshell, and the extra flesh of her thighs, her chest, even her stomach? It was a turn-on, because I knew how fucking good it would feel to have her on top of me, pressing me into the bed, surrounding me in every way. “Why would you be worried about that?” I asked.
She set her beer down, then focused on casting for a minute. Her fingers slowly spun the reel, making sure it caught. “You clearly haven’t tried online dating as size twenty-four.”
I raised my eyebrows. “People say shit?”
With a sigh, she backed up and sat on the couch, careful not to get her damp feet on the upholstery. “Some guys are really into bigger girls. It’s like they have a fetish or a bucket list item to check off. Sleep with a fat chick.” She rolled her eyes like what she told me wasn’t making me see red. “Other guys will date you, fuck you, never introduce you to anyone in their life. Keep you as their dirty little secret, like it’s embarrassing to date a bigger girl.”
I swore I was getting tunnel vision from all this anger.
“The worst are the guys who say they’re okay with your size, but when they see you naked for the first time...” She blinked quickly. “They act like they didn’t know you were fat under all your clothes.”
My voice scraped out of my throat as I said, “I had no idea. Mags, I’m sorry.”
She shrugged, looking down and fiddling with her reel. “I’ve thought about losing weight, tried some diets, but in the end, I’m a big girl. Even if I lost fifty, a hundred pounds, I would still be a big girl.” She lifted her chin. “I figured if a guy wasn’t okay with me, a relationship shouldn’t move forward, because odds are, if I have a daughter, she’ll be my size too. I wouldn’t want her to be raised by a dad who wasn’t supportive of women of every size.”
“Wow,” I breathed. I couldn’t believe she’d had to worry about that, had to feel like someone might not like her, or her future children, because she had some extra pounds on the scale. “Maggie, I don’t want you to think I’m blowing smoke up your ass, but those guys? They’re a bunch of fuckin’ dumbasses if they think you’re anything but drop-dead fucking gorgeous.”
The laugh that passed through her lips warmed my heart. “You didn’t have to say that.”
“But I mean it.”
She glanced toward me, a hint of skepticism in her gaze.
We were getting rid of that real fucking fast.
“You know what I did Friday night?” I asked.
She looked at me, eyes wide, curious. “What?”
I held her gaze, knowing there was a chance she’d think I was a fucking creep, but she had to know there was no part of me that didn’t like every part of her.
“I got away from that game as fast as I could because when you were bent over, helping Tessa, I got a view of that lacy thong you wore under your shorts, and I went fucking feral. I know you want to take things slow, so I got out of there before I could mess anything up. And when I got home, you texted me. Your picture came up, and I stared at it as I fucked myself, thinking of tasting you, being inside you, making you scream my name as you came on my cock.”
Her full lips parted, her cheeks full of color.
“You don’t have to say anything back, and if you want me to take you home, I get it, but I need you to know, Mags, you’re sexy as fuck. Every inch of you.”
Her tongue darted out, wetting her lips in the most tantalizing way. “You really did that?” she asked.
I gestured down at my crotch, at the erection growing against my jeans. “I’m like a horny fucking teenager around you, Mags. Holding back is taking all of my willpower.”
Her voice was so soft, it almost disappeared in the wind. “Then why are you? Holding back?”
“Is that an invitation?” I asked, my own voice raw.
Her chin lifted. “Don’t make me beg.”
My lips curled into a smirk, but it didn’t last long because I was shoving my fishing pole aside, taking hers out of her hands, and crossing the couch to kiss her like I’d been dying to from the moment I saw her at the salon her first day home.
I tried to hold back all the crushing force I wanted to use on her, but her kiss was frantic as she gripped my shirt in her fists and worked her pillowy soft lips against mine. I wrapped my hand around the back of her neck and gripped her hip with my other hand.
I slid my tongue along the seam of her lips, and she let out a little whimper.
Fuck, I was hard, feeling her body against mine, her skin hot and sweaty under the summer sun. I slid my hand down, cupping her ass and pulling her closer to me so she could feel my length through my jeans.
“Rhett,” she moaned against my lips.
I dipped my head down, kissing, biting, licking her throat, her collarbone. I shoved her tank top aside, taking a nipple into my mouth and sucking until she moaned and gathered my hair in her fists.
I pulled down the other side of her top, giving me access to her luscious, salty tits, and she gasped out, “Are you sure you want to do this here?”
“Why the fuck not?” I hummed against her breast.
“What if someone sees?”
“Then they’ll know just how much you turn me on, exactly as you are.”
I continued playing with her taut nipples, loving the taste of her, the way she held on to my hair, my shoulders, how she moaned and shivered under my touch.
I brought her back to the couch, laying her down and then fiddling with the buttons of her shorts, her luscious, glistening tits spilling out of her askew top, nipples hard and pink in the sunlight in contrast to her creamy pale skin.
The button finally came undone, and I grinned down at her.
“What?” she asked.
“I’ve been wanting to do this...” I lowered my mouth to her stomach, kissing her apron belly and working down to her pubic bone. I took the panties in my teeth and pulled, feeling the fabric come apart.
“Rhett!” she cried.
“You wanted me to show you what I imagined. Now shut the fuck up and let me make you feel good.”
Her head rolled back as I pulled her shorts down the rest of the way. Her pretty pussy was full and waxed aside from a patch of short hair in a landing strip pointing to everything I wanted.
I drew my finger along her seam, then slid my fingers between the folds, feeling a rush of moisture. “You’re so fucking wet for me. Those panties were ruined before I touched them.”
“Mmm,” she moaned. “You have no idea what you’re doing walking around in a shirt like that. It’s not fair.”
My chest got all puffed up, knowing my girl was turned on by me too. My fingers still between her folds, I dipped two deeper into her pussy, loving the quiver I felt around me. “Is this fair?”
She let out a whimper.
I turned my fingers inside her, curling them toward me, making her cry out. “This?”
“Rhett,” she panted.
My favorite fucking sound.
I lowered myself over her, spreading her folds with my fingers, loving the sunlight hitting the barest part of her. I blew softly over her clit, making her whine.
“This?”
Her head rolled back.
“Look at me,” I ordered. Her eyes met mine, heavy, hot, glazed with desire. “I want to see exactly how beautiful you are when I make you come.”
Her pretty blue eyes widened, and I smiled at her like a wolf would at Red Riding Hood before lowering my face to her hot sex and working my tongue over her clit.
She reached down, holding my hair tight in her hands.
“That’s it, hold on, baby girl,” I hummed against her clit.
She moaned, and I looked up to make sure she was watching.
Her eyes were solidly on mine.
“Good girl.”
A guttural sound fell from her lips.
She liked to be praised; that would be easy to do.
I dipped two fingers in her, then three as I ate her juicy pussy, working her from every angle, one hand reaching up to tweak her nipples, one inside her and my tongue tasting my sweet Maggie Ray.
“Fuck, Rhett. Fuck, Rhett.” Her cries became incoherent, closer together. I felt her building around my fingertips and kept going, knowing I was giving my girl exactly what she wanted.
She screamed out in the middle of the countryside, her walls crashing around my fingers, taking me wave after wave.
I kept going until every pulse had subsided and she lay limp on the couch, the sun falling on her glistening skin. She had me so hard, I knew I’d be seeing this in my mind’s eye as I made myself come tonight.
I stepped back, wiping my face with my shirt.
She looked up at me, cheeks flushed, hair falling out of her ponytail. “What about you?” she asked.
I shook my head. “Today was about you.”
Her lips parted.
“You. Only you. On my shirt. On my face. On my tongue.”
29
MAGNOLIA
I walked in the front door of my house and yelled, “CAM!”
She turned on the couch, looking up from the crochet project she had in her lap as she watched reality TV. “YOU DON’T HAVE TO YELL. I’M RIGHT HERE.”
My eyes were wide as I leaned back against the front door. “Rhett made me come.”
“HOLY SHIT!” she yelled.
“I KNOW!” I yelled back.
She set aside her crocheting and beat on the couch cushion next to her. “Tell me everything.”
I ran over to her, dropping onto the cushion, images of a completely different couch flashing through my mind. “So he took me fishing and brought his couch there so I had something to sit on.”
“That’s so sweet,” she said, “but FAST FORWARD TO THE SEX.”
“He ate me out in the middle of the country where anyone could have driven by and seen us.”
“Hot,” she said, biting her fingernails. “And then?”
I bit my lips together. “I asked if he wanted me to take care of him, and he said,” I lowered my voice, “Today was about you. Only you. On my shirt. On my face. On my tongue.”
She lifted a throw pillow and covered her face, screaming into it.
“RIGHT?!” I said. “It was so hot I think my ovaries spontaneously combusted.”
She lowered the pillow. “When are you seeing him next?”
“I don’t know.” I bit my lip. “Practice Tuesday?”
“How are you going to keep your clothes on?” She was only half joking.
“We can’t hook up like that again,” I said, my chest already tightening.
“What the fuck do you mean?” she asked. “You need to have sex like that every day. Twice a day if you can get it!”
I grabbed another pillow and held it in my lap. “I can’t think clearly around him! He’s like a vagina whisperer.”
“Why are you holding back?” she cried. “He’s into you. His mom likes you. You clearly like him. Don’t even try to say you don’t.”
I had to bite back a smile, but it quickly turned into a frown. “You should have seen my dad last Sunday when I mentioned I was coaching with Rhett. He about lost it and said the sooner I get away from him the better.”
“You know your dad,” she said. “He’s just worried about you.”
I bit my lip. “I don’t want him to be disappointed in me. He did everything for me after Mom left, and then he helped me pick up the pieces after Rhett. He’ll be so upset when I tell him about me and Rhett. If there is a me and Rhett.”
She tilted her head. “Oh, hon... it’s still so new. You don’t need to worry about telling your dad until you figure out what it is, right?”
I nodded slowly. “That’s true.”
She tossed her pillow at me. “Stop looking so worried! Rhett just made you come in public. You should still be in your post-orgasm glow.”
I laughed. “I definitely am.”
Grinning, she said, “That makes two of us.”
I raised my eyebrows. “Today?”
“He left half an hour ago.” She winked. “I already disinfected the table, if you were wondering.”
I shook my head at her. “Look at us, two girls in their thirties having the best sex of their lives. We should have a show. Sex and the Country.”
She laughed. “I’d watch it.”
“Me too.” I pushed myself up from the couch. “Now I need to go have dinner with my dad and hope he can’t tell what I was doing earlier.”
Cam laughed. “Good luck. I’m covering for a night shift tonight, so I won’t be here.”
I went and hugged her shoulders. “Thanks for being my bestie for the restie.”
She smiled up at me. “Thank you for adding to the spank bank.”
“Cam!” I cried.
She laughed, pointing at me. “Oh my gosh, you should have seen your face.”
My cheeks were still blushing. “Okay, goodbye.”
“Wait,” she said. “I forgot to tell you. Shelley’s bach party. We’re both invited, along with forty of her closest friends.”
I laughed. Shelley was always a good time, but she had a million friends from her time in the sorority with Cam. But she was the kind of person who knew and remembered and loved everyone too, so I wanted to be there for her. “When is it?”
“Next weekend.”
I frowned. “Weren’t we supposed to go to the rodeo with Cooper and Rhett?” Now I was actually looking forward to it.
