And we do.
Hours of my girl screaming my name before she snuggles against my chest and passes out.
River is mine.
Chapter 12
River
“River,”Gray’svoicevibratesagainst my eardrum, the scent of coffee and his body wash overwhelming my senses.
“Mmm, you smell good.” A lazy smile spreads across my face.
“Thanks, baby. I’m going out for chores. Then I’ll take you to work, okay?”
My body bolts upright, the chill of the room peaking my nipples before I realize I slept naked. “I’m coming. The cows.”
My voice is hoarse as I attempt to untangle my legs from the sheets, ready to bounce out of bed. My movements jerky as if late for a start time that doesn’t exist.
My thoughts are barely coherent, but I remember those damn cows and how badly I wanted to pet them again.
I want to spend time with all of Gray’s animals, learning their stories through their bodies. Constructing plans for each one that will put them back in tip-top shape.
Rodeo and competition animals, though usually from elite bloodlines, take a beating. Just like any human athlete would. If you look at their bodies closely enough, everything you need to know about them is right there for anyone to see.
“Okay?” Gray scrunches a brow as if surprised I’d meant it. “What do you want to wear?”
“I thought I was only allowed to wear your clothes?”
He leans forward, his mouth pressing to mine quickly. “You are.”
“Then whatever you pick for me. Just toss them in the bathroom.”
Slipping out of bed, I don’t even bother to cover myself. At this point, Gray knows every inch of my body intimately. There’s no reason to hide here.
The toothbrush I used last time still sits in his holder beside his. It stands tall next to its twin as if he put it there? Or did I?
I’ve just finished brushing my teeth and knotting my hair on top of my head when Gray leans around the door, handing me a pile of his clothing.
“Thank you. I’ll be out in a minute.”
“No rush. I have coffee and breakfast for you in the kitchen.”
Fucking swoon. Who knew a cowboy could be so fucking perfect?
I find him leaning against the island with a piece of toast in hand. A full plate rests next to his elbow, with a second coffee mug at its side. The billowing steam wafting the rich aroma my way.
“I don’t usually eat breakfast.”
He only slides an arm around my waist, pulling me into his body. “In this house, with me, you do. Gotta make sure you’re taken care of.”
“Gray.” My hands find his pecs beneath the long-sleeved shirt.
“Boss, I like you. Just let me win this one, okay?”
There’s an emotion I can’t quite identify behind his eyes, but I don’t argue. Slipping onto a bar stool, I chug my coffee, only for him to immediately refill it before scarfing down the food.
I’ve never had eggs and bacon taste so good. The seasoning done just right. The eggs fluffy and light, but still cooked hard the way I like them. That perfect crisp but soft bacon with its hickory flavor, an explosion on my tongue.
