He chuckled and nodded. “That’s a very easy request.”
“Okay then, what do you need from me?”
“Unlimited access to provide you with those orgasms.”
I grinned. “Done. What else?”
“I need you to let me take care of you. Whatever that looks like, I need the ability to do that, and just so we’re clear, that doesn’t have a damn thing to do with money.”
“Also done.”
“I also need you to let me know if things change. I can’t really explain why this feels so right to me but it does. I’ll fall back if you need space and I’ll let you decide how to pace things with us.”
“That’s very generous of you,” I said in a teasing tone before I placed my mug on the counter and looped my arms around hisneck. “I know none of this makes sense but I’ve decided to stay in the moment and let things be what they are. I like what I feel…”
“And what do you feel…” His mouth touched mine but he didn’t kiss me right away.
“I feel like I’m yours and you’re mine. We’ll figure out the rest as we go.”
“I’m good with that.”
Ro kissed me and I moaned and circled my hips against him to the motion of his tongue exploring my mouth. When he pulled back, I smiled and pointed to his chest. “I’m going to need you to step back.”
His handsome face shifted into a frown. “Why?”
“Because I’m going to suck your dick, then make you breakfast, unless you have any objections.”
“Nah, I’m good with that. Do your thing.” He stepped back and I slipped off the counter, easing around him while he filled the space I’d just vacated. When I had his sweats and briefs out the way, I grabbed the base of his dick with one hand and stroked it with the other. His length and girth were award worthy—long, thick, veiny, and a few shades darker than the rest of him.
Perfection…
I kept my eyes on him, needing to see his reaction when my mouth made contact. As soon as my tongue circled the head, he gripped the counter and his eyes lowered more. I sucked him in nice and slow, fisting the base and smiling as my lips spread wide around him. I relaxed my throat, taking him in deep, allowing him to become intimately acquainted with the back of my throat.
Welcome to Miller’s Pointe, cowboy…
Our day had been perfect,making me long for more days like this. After delivering the best head of his life, according to Ro, I made us breakfast, we ate, then finished up my orders for Jubilee. He ended up dozing off, which allowed me time to work on the buckle I was making for him.
The design was simple, his initials on the front with a textured finish and his family’s logo on the back. From the way he talked about his family and his brother, he missed them. If Ro were truly staying here in Miller’s Pointe, that meant he wouldn’t see his brother as much. Adding his family’s ranch logo would allow Ro to carry them with him, no matter where he landed.
When Ro was up later, we checked on my babies and made dinner together. Tonight was easy, sandwiches and vegetable soup from the can that I spiced up a little. Now we were chilling in the living room, with a bottle of bourbon, just existing and this was honestly the best part of my day. The tree, the fireplace, and the man I was with set the vibe. I could get used to this, doing nothing with a man that felt like something.
Something important, something needed, something I was already addicted to…
We were seated on the thick, furry rug that covered the space under the massive wooden table which sat as an island in the middle of the sofas. His back was at the base of the longest one. I was seated on his lap with Ro’s knees bent behind me so I could recline comfortably. Since he was obsessed with his hands on my bare skin, I was in one of his shirts with no pants on. The warmthof his callused hands had me grounded in the acknowledgement that he was here with me and very present.
“You’re thinking too hard.” I lifted the bottle of Black Ops and turned it up, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand before I handed it to Ro.
“Nah, I’m just trying to make sure I don’t incriminate myself.” He smiled sexily before turning up the bottle. When he was done, I placed it beside us.
“I’m pretty sure that’s the point, cowboy. We’re incriminating ourselves by exposing our deepest, darkest secrets.”
“You’re the best. Why the hell does it matter who the worst was?”
I shrugged. “Because you could be lying. I want to know what was so terrible about her skills that made mine so great.”
His hand moved to the back of my neck and his fingers eased into my hair. He massaged the nape of my neck while he brought me closer, stopping just shy of my mouth, with his lips that I wanted on mine, hovering.
“It wasn’t the skills, Reece. It was the woman delivering them.” I frowned and he laughed. “The fuck you frowning for, you asked the damn question.”
