This. Is. A. Huge. Fucking. Deal.
I pin her hands over her head and roll myself so I’m hovering over her body.
“Didn’t you agree to my terms, my timeline?” I nuzzle into her neck, unable to control myself with her.
“Mmhmm. I did.” Her voice is barely a breathy whisper.
Letting go of her hands, I roll back and run my hand down her arm, along her side and stop at her waist band the same she did to me. I’ve reached my limit for the night with her in regards to my willpower. There’s just none left.
“You do exactly what I say. Understood?”
She nods.
“Good. You may touch, but you will not go under the waistband of my boxers. I’ll do the same. We are going to start slow.”
Fuck if I don’t want more. But I know she’s been drinking.
She pouts. “But what if that’s not enough?”
I kiss her furrowed brow. “How many beers did you have before you came to find me?”
“Four.”
“That's why it’s going to be enough. I’ll never do anything with you when you’ve been drinking.” I pull her into me.
Using all my strength to keep my hands where they should be , I splay my palm against her stomach, the short dress she chose for tonight has ridden up to her breasts when she slid into bed.
She sits up and pulls the dress over her head. Thank God she’s not wearing the set from the photo.
Before any exploring can happen she’s snoring at my side. I knew those beers would pull her under.
I wake up sweating my ass off and pressed into a wall of rock hard muscle.
It takes a minute for the memories of last night to sink in. I’m in Jaycob’s twin size bed in the bunkhouse.
“Good morning. I was just about to wake you up. I have chores.” He swipes the hair off my face and I know I look like a goddamn raccoon.
Grumbling, I roll over to reach my dress on the floor. “Why do you look so good in the morning and I look like this?”
His deep laugh rumbles through his sleep hazed voice. “You're always beautiful, Reeces Pieces. Anyone who tells otherwise is an idiot.”
Sliding the dress over my head, I cringe at my choice for last night. Was I hoping to see Jaycob in this outfit? Yes. Did Ithink about getting to and from the bunkhouse in the Montana winter? No.
“Do you want to come do chores with me? I can drop you off at home to change.”
More time with Jaycob? Yes, please. “Absolutely!” I sit back on the bed to slip my cowboy boots back. “Oh, wait. Do you think Daddy is already gone?”
He looks at his phone. “Yeah, probably.”
“Probably? Or yes, Jaycob? This is a very important detail. You want Calvin Davies to see you bringing his baby girl home in a very short dress the next day looking like this?”
His eyes widen. “No. That would not be great.”
“Okay then, so maybe we do a little recon? And if he’s still home I’ll drop you off at the stables and then sneak home.”
He laughs at my plight. “I mean, it’s not that serious. You got drunk, and stayed over. No big deal.”
This time I laugh. Me getting drunk at the bunkhouse is always a big deal with Daddy. “If you think that, I’ll let you deal with him.”
