But this version is something entirely different. This River is free and fun without a single care in the world. Oddly enough, as much as I loved witnessing this, I’m jealous, too. I haven’t felt that way, ever, maybe.
We’ve been sitting out on the back porch swing for an hour now. Chores are done, and the sun is still high in the sky. A wink of warmth peaking through the early spring breeze.
“What time do you work today?”
“Surgery got canceled.”
“What? Why?” I’m not sure why I sound so panicked. Things like this happen all the time, I would assume.
“A1c was too elevated. Puts the patient at too high a risk for infection. He’ll have to wait until it’s under control.”
I’m in awe. Though I’ve been a vet tech since I was a teenager, it’s amazing hearing her talk about medicine. The way her eyes lit up when she told me about her favorite surgeries while we walked back in from the fields was inspiring. “So what do you have planned for the day, then?”
“Shower. Food. I don’t know. Kill some time until I have to be back at the arena later. I guess I should probably get my car from the bar, too.”
“I didn’t know you’d be back at the rodeo this season.”
“Cecil went and retired, so I’m it through October.”
My insides hum with excitement. I’d hoped to have more reasons to see her besides asking her on a date. I’ve never been so taken with a person before. The desire to be around her all the time and listen to everything she has to say is a foreign concept. One I’m not sure how to handle.
“Well, we’re lucky to have you, then.” I hug her into my side, her nose wrinkling.
“As hot as it was watching you throw bales of hay, you smell.”
“Yeah, sorry. Ranch work will do that.” Standing from the swing, I extend my hand to her. “Come on. Let’s get cleaned up, and then I’ll get you some food.”
She smiles, slipping her hand into mine.
It doesn’t take long to toss her clothes in the wash and show her where everything is in my bathroom. I figured she’d prefer that shower to the more basic tub shower combos in the other bathrooms.
Disappearing into one of the bathrooms on the first floor, I let the heat sink into my aching muscles. I know I’ve been in here way too long, the water pounding into the back of my head and my shoulder blades. Just standing here, my hand braced against the wall, all I can think about is her.
It’s odd to feel like someone sees me. The many times River has told me I don’t have to try to impress her or prove something puts me in a state of turmoil. I’m so used to being on the opposing side to my brother, no matter who I’m interacting with, that it’s foreign to just relax and be myself.
That single thought about Tate grinds my molars. The fact that I am going to have to see him again tonight riling me up in all the wrong ways.
But then I think of her again. My eyes pressing shut while my cock swells. The feel of her had been out of this world. It’s been a while since I’ve been with anyone I wanted to see again. The last was Stacy, my long-time girlfriend. A five-year relationship that ended with her walking out the door without notice. Yet another thing Tate ruined for me.
But River… she’s different.
My fingers grip my length. A slow pump is all my still-aching hand can tolerate.
I’d promised I’d go get checked today, but I hadn’t. I’d forgotten when I woke up next to that beautiful woman curled around my body. Then, seeing her walk out into the fields in my clothes, I didn’t have a single logical thought left.
My fist pumps faster. The suds from my soap slippery enough I can pretend it’s her wet pussy I’m inside again.Fuck, nothing has ever felt like her. My chest heaves, my release building. A release I’d prefer to shoot inside her tight…
A knock cracks at the door. “Gray, you good?” River calls out.
“Yeah.” The word croaked as if I’d suddenly become a dying frog. “Coming out now.”
Her palm taps the door, the clap of bare feet on the hardwood just loud enough I know she walked away.
With a heavy sigh, I finish rinsing, my hard dick throbbing and pissed I’m not finishing what we started.
My mood only darkens as I stalk to my bedroom, wanting nothing more than to fuck River again. Right here. Right now. As many times as she’ll come for me.
It’s a pain in the ass searching for the biggest dark sweatpants I own. Anything to hide my raging hard-on for the woman somewhere in my house. By the scent of herbs wafting through the space, I’d wager the kitchen.
