She chucks a fry at me, bursting into a fit of laughter when I fumble trying to catch it and nearly veer the truck off the road.
“We can find out, if that’s what you want.” I lick the specks of loose salt from my bottom lip. “What do you usually do when you visit Blair?”
“Mmmm…” She thinks while sipping her milkshake. “We go out for dinner, shop, go to the bar. So all of that, but without the drinking. And she has some stupid idea about—never mind.”
“What?” I watch her in my periphery and steal a French fry.
“Well, she thinks I need to have one last hurrah. Get with someone while I still ‘have a hot body.’ Although you and I and Dr. Dickhead already know I’m well past that. Plus, I’ll be undeniably pregnant by the time I visit her—far from hot.”
There’s a long pause while I try to keep my blood from boiling over, try not to slam on the fucking brakes and ravage her. For one, because she stupidly thinks she isn’t hot. For two, because the thought of another man touching her makes me want to smash my knuckles against the truck dash.
“No. You’re not doing that,” I say through gritted teeth and around the hot fry lodged in my throat.
“I mean, I wasn’t actually planning on it. But now that you’re trying to act like my keeper, I’m reconsidering.”
I hate the fucking smirk on her face. I’m undecided about whether I want to grab her long braid, wrap it around my fist like a rope, and face-fuck the snarkiness right out of her mouth. Or I could kiss her, doing a much better job than at the rodeo, and glide my hands over her body while I fill her head with compliments about how gorgeous she is.
“Absolutely fucking not. For as long as you’re carryingourbaby, you’re not letting any strange men near you. If you’re that damn horny, you come to me. Use me. Got it?”
Cass’s eyebrows bunch together, and her lips part slightly like she’s struggling to find words, so I cut her off. “Before you backhand me, I’m not trying to be your boyfriend. We’ve fucked without feelings before so, if you need an orgasm, I’ll give it to you. No feelings. You don’t have to like me to fuck me, and we both know it was great last time—evenif you don’t want to admit you love my cock. But some random dude’s dick will not be inside of you while my baby still is.”
“I’m not fucking anything other than my vibrator, but thanks for offering to take one for the team.”
Now I’m going to have the image of her using a toy on herself permanently trapped in my brain. I’ve seen what she looks like when she makes herself come, so it comes to mind too easily. I keep my eyes trained on the road ahead, knowing I’ll have an instant hard-on if I look at her. It’s difficult enough to keep it from happening, anyway.
I wonder what kind of toy she has. Before I truly knew her, I would’ve thought maybe something cute and dainty. But after the night of the rodeo, I’m not sure. It could be a fucking Godzilla dick, for all I know. Either way, I really want to know what she’s working with. Fuck, I’dloveto watch it, but that’s not an option. At least knowing what she’s using would help my imagination when I’m in the shower tonight.
“Wow, that shut you up.” She breaks the silence after God knows how long.How long have I been thinking about Cass riding a silicone dick?“Mention a toy and you get so insecure you can’t function or what?”
“Nah, I’ve done some team roping, sweetheart. I have no problem working with a teammate. Sometimes you need a header and a heeler.”
That shutsherup.
At ten p.m., I’m three shower-beers deep and fisting my cock when I work up the nerve to finally ask. Because I’m desperate to fucking know.
Red:What kind of vibrator is it?
Cass:Are you drunk?
Red:Just tell me.
Cass:Hard no.
Red:Are we talking clit, penetration, both?
Cass:You are the human form of a migraine.
Cass:I’m not telling you about my vibrator so you can jerk off thinking about it
Red:Please :(
10
Red
19 weeks (baby is the size of a hot dog)
Isink into her couch and look up at the mantle clock. I should head home, but I find myself staying later and later each night, even though it makes the early mornings painful. From the moment her front door closes behind me, it’s an excruciatingly slow countdown to when I come over again. There aren’t many places I’d rather be than on the back of the horse, far from civilization, with nothing but open skies and endless mountains. But these days I spend the entire time itching to get back to the barn, untack, shower, and drive to her house.
