Shit.Did that just come out of my mouth? Did I just proposition Jaycob?
“Reece…”
“By next summer. You hear me? You leave me alone or you’ll give me an orgasm the right way.”
He swallows hard and I watch his Adam’s apple bob while he tries to figure out what to say.
“Why summer?” His only question comes out strangled. Like he’s trying to keep himself in check.
“Because I’m not turning twenty as a virgin. I’m giving you almost a whole year. The ball’s in your court. So what’s it gonna be, Jaycob Adler?”
He steps into my space, standing between my legs. His hands cup my cheeks and he turns my face up to his. My breath hitches as our lips hover centimeters apart.
“You want me to be the man that does this for you?”
I nod my head, entranced by his proximity.
“Then it’s on my terms and my timeline. Not yours. You got that?” We're so freaking close I can feel his breath on my lips as he speaks.
“My terms, my time—”
“Not what I said, Reeces Pieces. You take it or leave it.”
My hands come to rest on his hips. Subconsciously pulling him closer to me. “Kiss me. Then I’ll let you know.”
That troublemaker grin spreads and I know I’ve made a fatal error in thinking I have the upper hand.
His lips press softly into my temple. Then my cheek, down to my jaw. He slowly moves my head to expose more of my neck to himself as he kisses a path down to my collarbone.
My traitorous body molds into his hands, doing whatever he wants it to.
“Taking it?” A kiss to my shoulder. “Or leaving it?” A kiss to my cheek.
“Taking.” I cough out the moan that got lodged in my throat. “Taking it.”
“Good. Now let’s get you home.” He pushes my legs into the truck and closes the door.
How the hell did I just get played so damn well at my own game?
Reeces Pieces:I’ll be home tonight. Miss me yet?
Me:Since last Sunday when you came home for the weekend and I spent all forty-eight hours with you and no one else but you?
Reeces Pieces:Would it kill you to admit you miss me when I’m gone?
Me:If you’d stay gone I might miss ya more.
Truth is I miss that girl like my own limb as soon as her truck is off this ranch. But what I’m really scared about is her coming home for the Thanksgiving break. I’ve been able to avoid herweekend visits by volunteering to take the other ranch hand’s shifts or making sure that we only see each other with our parents or other friends.
Her deal from two months ago sticks in my head. And I know damn sure she hasn’t forgotten it since she’s gotten so flirty in her text messages, even daring to flirt with me at family gatherings.
Reeces Pieces:I call bullshit. You miss me. Wanna see what I got for break?
No. Probably not. It might just kill me like the last time she sent me a photo of a vibrator and a remote. For a virgin, she’s a spicy little thing.
Me:I’m not fallin’ for this again.
Reeces Pieces:> you’ll have to figure out which day I’m wearin’ these, or nothing at all.
