I’ve been jealous of other men even when Cat wasn’t mine, so it feels exceptionally gratifying that she is now the one wearing the possessive boot.
“No. I-it’s…uh, you.” She drops her head, tired of fighting what I know she feels. “Yes, Hayes. I was jealous. There. Are you happy?”
“Very,” I say proudly and twirl her around, her brown waves floating behind us.
She laughs and my heart swells, wanting to hear it for a lifetime. We stare into each other's eyes and let the unspoken words pass between us.
“I want to kiss you so very bad, right now,” I whisper, just loud enough for her to hear.
“I know. I’m sorry. Just give me a little more time. Okay?” I nod because it’s the only thing I can do. If keeping her means I have to keep quiet about our relationship for a bit longer, then I’ll do just that.
The song plays on and we dance in silence, each in our own thoughts and questions that we’re too afraid to ask. As the last notes are sung, I finally get the courage to ask her something that has been sitting on the edge of my tongue for weeks.
“Can I take you somewhere tomorrow?”
Her fingers run circles over my shoulder and I memorize the feel. “Sure. Where do you want to take me?”
“It’s a surprise.” She furrows her brows and tilts her head. “Just trust me. You’ll like it.”
“Okay,” she replies softly, and I repeat, “Okay.”
Butterflies swirl in my stomach thinking about the secret I’m about to share with her. A secret that no one knows. Not even Vaughan.
9
CATHIA
“Where are you taking me?” Hayes passes me a wink from the driver’s seat and keeps his mouth zipped shut.
He looks ultra cool with one arm resting on the edge of the door, the window rolled down, and his other arm hanging over the steering wheel. His trusty cowboy hat is in its usual spot, and the black t-shirt and jeans he wears is like the ultimate cowboy porn. The muscles in his arm bulge and I want to trace the line of every vein that runs through them.
Last night at the bar, I couldn’t wait to pull him off the dance floor and kiss him. It was crowded and everyone was occupied. So for five whole minutes, I kissed Hayes McCallan in a dark corner hidden in plain sight.
The late night dancing led to one a.m. breakfast because the preggos and the guys were starving. I was so ready to be done and get home and get Hayes into my bed. I needed to rip off his clothes and enjoy my birthday gift; him. When Cami insisted on taking me home I thought I was going to die. I started to wonder if they secretly knew what was going on between Hayes and I, and were torturing the truth out of me. Luckily for me, andthem, they quickly dropped me off at my house and drove off as soon as I shut the front door behind me. It was only five minutes later that Hayes drove up and raced inside. He was anxious and neither of us had the strength to hold back any longer.
We clumsily fought with our boots and jeans, hobbling all around while our lips stayed connected. When we fell into bed, our desperation exploded into one orgasm after the other. Neither of us could get enough.
First it was a quick, good old fashioned fuck with my legs wrapped tightly around his waist and our mouths suctioned. After we caught our breath, we decided a nice warm bath was needed to wash away the night's sweat. It was relaxing but for a whole other reason than the bubbles and warm water.
A hard fingering in the tub led to blowjob against the sink followed by another fuck in the kitchen, this time with me sitting on the cold counter, my hips hanging off with only Hayes’ strong hands to hold me.
It was well into the morning when we finally fell asleep. I could’ve slept for twenty hours, but the sound of Hayes’ phone ringing woke us up far too early. He moaned as he rolled over and searched for it, giving me the perfect view of his amazing ass. He swung his legs over the edge as he answered and my groggy mind woke up real quick when he said Vaughan’s name.
It hurt a little when he told Vaughan that he went home with some chick and would be back later this evening. I know he did it because I’d asked him to keep us a secret, but it didn’t make me feel any better to be reduced to “some chick”, even though I knew he didn’t mean it.
After that, I couldn’t fall back asleep. So I fixed us breakfast and dressed comfortably in jeans and boots like Hayes suggested, and focused on the surprise he had planned and not the small lie that I forced him to tell.
Now, I stare out the open window, watching the streets turn from congested downtown to quiet rural roads. It’s unfamiliar and my guesses as to where we could be going are completely lost.
Hayes turns down a dusty back road and we bump along in his big truck until we come to a big metal gate. The kind you’d find on a cattle farm, not the fancy one on the McCallan Ranch. He throws the truck into park and hops out.
“Want me to drive thru for you?” I ask him.
He looks back and answers, “Can you?”
“C’mon, give me some credit. I may be a city mouse but you forget that I grew up riding the same horses as you all and jumping in the same creek.” I unbuckle my seatbelt and climb over the middle and into the driver’s seat.
It takes me a minute to adjust the seat so that I can reach the pedals, then I’m driving through as Hayes stands off to the side. When he comes back to regain his seat I don’t move, thinking he’ll just move to the passenger’s seat and direct me where to go. Boy am I surprised when he steps up into his lifted truck, replaces my foot that presses the brake, and somehow manages to wrap his arm around my waist and scoot underneath me. It’s a very stellar, practiced move that makes me think he’s done this before.
