We made it back to the ranch just before sunset and about an hour ahead of the snow, so I showered and got comfortable for the night before joining Reece at her house to keep her company while she made dinner. We ate and were now settled in a spare room, with me watching Reece make jewelry.
She was cute as fuck focused on the task of hammering a piece of copper about the size of a straw around a metal cylinder. The way she had her lip tucked between her teeth, brows slanted in, and eyes locked in on what she was working, had me thinking I could sit here for hours and watch this woman lost in her world. She loved this and it showed in the work she created. The site where she posted her designs did very little to display how dope they were. I wanted the buckle she promised but I also wanted her to design one without my input to see if she could create something that fit my vibe.
I was eager to absorb every fucking detail about Reece because I needed all she had to offer locked into a space that belonged just to me.
“You have to trust the process.” The amusement in her voice had me exposing a grin.
“I do?”
“No, you don’t. I can see that suspect look on your face. You’re not convinced.” She didn’t bother looking at me becauseshe now had a small welding tool in hand, holding it over a honeycomb welding plate.
“I trust the process, just not you using that spot welder in here. Trying to make sure you don’t burn this damn house down.”
She smiled big as hell and glanced at me. “I’m a pro. I know what I’m doing. I won’t burn the house down.”
“I’m gonna have to trust you on that.”
“Yep, you do.” She turned off the welder and held up what I now knew was a bracelet. “See, I’m done and the house is still standing.”
I tossed my chin. “What’s next?”
“I have to polish this one and all of those.” She pointed to the table next to her where there were stacks of the same bracelet she held in her hand. They were made from different metals and still in their raw state. There were also other pieces that needed the same attention, which had me slightly annoyed because I had other plans.
“You have another one of those?” I pointed to the handheld rotary tool she used to polish them.
“Yes, why?”
“I’m going to help.”
“No you’re not. You don’t know how.”
“You can teach me. I’m pretty damn resourceful, Reece. I’m sure I can handle buffing bracelets.”
She frowned again. “I’m sure you can but these are for orders I need to have ready for Jubilee. Maybe you can try something else.”
I grinned because she was in panic mode. This was her baby—her art, her brand—and she didn’t trust me. Reece didn’t want me fucking up her pieces and she also had a problem with relinquishing control. All of which I understood and wasn’t the least bit offended by, but right now, I wanted her time. In orderfor me to have it, I needed to make sure she didn’t fall behind with her priorities. That meant putting in work.
I stood and crossed the room, taking the bracelet from her hand before I lifted the rotary tool and began the process of buffing the metal. It didn’t take long for me to get one side finished and she watched, like she was going to jump out of the chair and stop me at any moment if I messed up.
“Like I said, I can figure it out. You can teach me the technique to get it done more efficiently later, but right now…”
I placed both items down and turned her chair so she faced me. I kneeled between her legs and spread her thighs, working my way between. “I want your body and your time.”
“I’m busy,” she said when her eyes dropped to mine while she allowed me to hook my fingers into the sides of her flannel pajama pants.
“And I’m selfish.” I tugged, and she lifted when I tugged again, signaling that I wanted her out of them.
I moved back enough to get them off once she lifted, then sat on the floor, extending my legs under the chair beneath her. My head was at the perfect height to accomplish my goal. “Come here.”
“Ro…”
“Your pussy is already in my face, so unless you’re about to tell me how much you approve of me using my mouth to make you cum, don’t be calling my name until I make that shit happen.”
She accepted the plan and scooted forward. “Lift your legs.”
When she did, I worked my arms under Reece’s thighs and brought her to me, smiling against her when my tongue made contact and she moaned.
“I approve…” she said in a low rasp that had me chuckling lightly before I sucked her clit.
