“What do you need?”
A man has never asked me that before. They’ve never cared if I needed anything after sex. It always seemed more like,okay, we’re done.Goodnight.Not necessarily in a bad way, just a typical way.
But I think I’m quickly learning there’s nothing typical about Gray.
“Need to stay right here.” The choppy sentence nothing more than huffed words. Between working all day at the hospital, tending to the injured rodeo folks, then dancing and drinking at the bar to this, I’m fucking exhausted.
“Give me a minute.” He finally moves me to the side, the slurp of his dick slipping free, making me tuck my lips into my mouth to keep from moaning at no longer having him there to fill me. “Don’t move.”
I couldn’t even if I wanted to.
He’s back in moments, a warm cloth in hand.
I remember him cleaning my skin. He also asked me questions, but sleep claimed me faster than it had any right to.
Sleep, I desperately needed.
Chapter 6
River
Alonggroanleavesmeas I stretch in bed. A bed that doesn’t feel or smell like mine. With sheets that are black and a thick comforter that isn’t the soft cream I’m used to.
Peeking underneath, I’m still naked.
Of course you are. You screwed that bull-riding god last night.
Sitting up with the soft sheets covering my chest, I finally take a minute to look around the room. Much like the outside, the interior is dark. Gray walls and blackish brown furniture. But there are small pops of admiral blue. An interesting color to pick as an accent, but somehow perfect for Gray.
The spot next to me is cool beneath my touch, with the sun already shining through the large windows on the far side of the room.
Shifting the sheets again, a piece of paper shakes free.
Hey Boss,
Morning chores. Make yourself at home. I’ll be back inside soon.
Love,
Gray
I swallow loudly, rereading his signature. If this man doesn’t make my heart hammer. Checking my watch, it’s only just past seven. The latest I’ve slept since college.
A glass of apple juice and some Advil sit on the nightstand beside my phone, plugged into a charger that isn’t mine.
Chugging the juice, I hop out of bed.
I’d prefer not to put my clothes back on yet, so the next best choice is to rifle through his drawers.
The dresser directly across from the bed has everything I need: boxer briefs, sweats, T-shirts, and a hoodie.
Shuffling into the bathroom, I dig through those drawers, too, finding a spare toothbrush and a comb. I’m quick to freshen up and then tame my hair into a messy bun. My reflection appearing flushed despite just rolling out of bed.
It was just sex, River. Get over it.
With a shake of my head, I make my way downstairs to the kitchen. There had been French doors just off of it that led onto what looked like a patio. Since he said chores, I assume he has animals. I met those massive dogs last night, but no doubt there are others.
I couldn’t see the land in the dark, but it was clear there was a lot of it.
