“Let go for me,” he directed. My thighs began to shake as I started to push backward to meet his movements, then the pleasure took over and suddenly I was screaming out his name, demanding more.
He could control my body with one touch. It was almost as if I was made for him, and no one had ever been able to draw out the pleasure he could.
I sagged against the mattress below as he moved harder and faster before his own body went still. Little jerks and shivers were all that passed between us as we continued to ride out the after effects of our orgasms. My god, I could swear this man was going to kill me.
***
The best part of waking up next to Rhett was the feeling of safety and security it brought me. The way he held me in his arms wasn’t just when we were falling asleep, it was throughout the night too. Also like he knew the moment I slipped away, and instead of allowing me to go, he simply followed along. We always somehow ended up on the far-left side of the bed, his body curled around mine while I lay on the very far edge of the bed.
It always left me with a huge smile on my face.
My second most favorite part was waking up before him. That moment when I could simply listen to him breathing as I watched him close—his chiseled jaw, with just the right amount of scruff. There wasn’t a part of this man I didn’t adore.
There were plenty of times he made me frustrated, and I wanted to throttle the guy, but there were more times that he melted my heart. He had a soft sweet side that I felt lucky to be the receiver of. The way he watched over me when he didn’t think I was looking but believe me when I say I felt it.
There were those simple little touches too; those meant so very much. His finger skimming over my shoulder while we sat on the couch watching a movie. Or the way he would reach across the center console of his truck to rest his hand upon my knee. To some, they may seem like no big deal, but to me they meant the world.
And then there were the kisses, those on my forehead or even my temple. Talk about melting your soul and leaving you weak—those kisses they were the ones. Now don’t get me wrong, kissing Rhett was off the charts, but those simple kisses shook the ground beneath my feet every single time. Because they were sweet and almost instinctual for him, to me that was my own form of perfection.
I’d gone to that place where I’d allowed myself to imagine a life with Rhett. One where we lived in a big beautiful home, much like the one his parents lived in. A life where we had two kids and a dog, and shared game nights before he and I would sneak off after the family was in bed for some alone time.
Rhett owned my heart; there was no way to deny it. Though I kept that fact hidden deep, I was pretty sure he knew. This man hung the moon, the stars, and the sun. He was my everything.
Chapter Eighteen
Rhett
“Spread it around the stall.” I stood in the doorway and watched AJ as she used the rake to move the scattered hay around. The rake alone was almost as big as she was, but she insisted on helping out.
I tried not to laugh when she struggled. She didn’t let it faze her in the slightest as she continued to move from side to side. Her hair was wrecked, haphazardly sticking out everywhere. Yet even despite all that, she still made my heart race. How many girls would show up voluntarily to work without pay, and clean and refill eight stalls?
“You need my help, babe?”
“Nope,” she grunted as she used the rake to snatch up the next pile of hay. “I’ve got it.” I could sense her struggle, but she refused to give up. “But just so you know, you will be buying me dinner tonight, and dessert.”
“I’ve got your dessert,” I assured her, and she shot a glare at me.
“I meant a real dessert, you perv.”
I loved the comfortable atmosphere the two of us had fallen into. It was a friendship, with the amazing perks of lovers. We had it all.
“Fine. What if I offer ice cream, and chocolate syrup, hot fudge maybe?”
“Let me guess.” She grunted more as she continued on with her back facing me. “You are only offering those items because you expect me to offer up myself as a serving dish.”
A large hand cupped my shoulder, and I looked to my left just in time to see Uncle Gavin step up to my side. He was wearing a smile with an intrigued look in his eyes. Of course, AJ didn’t even know he was there and she just continued on as if it was only the two of us.
“I was referring to an actual dessert, Rhett, one we eat off a plate or out of a bowl, and not one we have to wash your sheets to clean up.” She huffed. “Last time I swear to it, I found syrup in places syrup should never be in and—” She spun around, and instantly her words fell silent. Her eyes grew wide and her mouth fell open.
“Please do go on,” Gavin said, waving his hand out in front of him.
I bit my lip to keep from laughing and AJ glared at me. “You knew he was there and you just let me carry
