I take a breath, hoping I’m not coming on too strong, we only spent one night together after all. I probably am. Being too upfront is always an issue. I not only wear my heart on my sleeve, I clearly don’t have a filter either.
“I meant, people I care about,” I amend, clearing my throat. “I do also cook for the people I love; like my parents, friends, sister—” She takes the bite, then chews thoughtfully. A second later, she drops her knife onto the plate and reaches to me to squeeze my hand. “You’re an incredibly decent guy, Brett. I knew that from the first moment I met you. So don’t apologize to me. Ever. I don’t always say the right thing either, and I always put my foot in it. So, I get it.” I feel a sigh of relief bubble up inside me. Phew. I’m also glad I get to be myself around her, at least for a little longer. I will have to confess the truth eventually. The longer I leave the fact I’m a very famous country singer with multiple platinum albums and hit songs under my belt, the more I run the risk of her finding out from someone else. I don’t want that.Calm your ego, fool.Yeah, I really do need to work on that.
We eat in companionable silence for a second.
“Today was great,” I say, after a few moments. “I really enjoyed it. Thank you for what you did. It may not seem like much, but it was everything to me. I realized today that I need to truly get back in the saddle and get another horse.” I omit addingwhen I get back home.
“Oh, really? That’s fantastic,” she says. “You know what you’re doing, that’s obvious. Pepper was in love with you.”
“Well, I do have a way with the wayward saddlebreds.”
“Not the thoroughbreds, though?”
I shake my head with a laugh. “I like a little wild. A little crazy. Unexpected.”
“We’re still talking about Pepper, right?” Our eyes meet. Her face softens somehow, like she really is taking me in.
“Maybe,” I say.
“Ooh, cryptic.”
“So, what do you think of the chicken?”
“Delicious, and I’m going to ask for seconds.”
“You don’t have to ask. It’s your home.” I can’t help but feel a little smug. “But I do like a girl with a healthy appetite.”
“Well, that’s me. My mom always said I had hollow legs as a child, and nothing much has changed.”
“Tell me about them,” I say. “Your parents, and back home.” And she does. For the next hour, we talk about all things Colorado and I learn that Bailey Owens is the one woman I’m not gonna let slip away.
CHAPTER 16
Bailey
I didn’t mean to fall into bed with my handsome cowboy, but sue me, I did. There was just too much I had to be thankful for. I’m only human after all. With Brett, we have this perfect balance of getting to know one another and screwing each other’s brains out.
However, when Brett told me to sit on his face, I was not ready for any of that. Let’s just say I’m really glad I’ve kept up with those waxing appointments.
“Oh, my godddddd,” I moan, my hand gripping onto my bedhead for all I’m worth.
I felt self conscious about it, I’m not gonna lie. There are lots of things I’m not a hundred percent happy with about my body, so in this position, Brett would be privy to most of them. However, he does not seem to mind as he eats me out like a starving man. I’ve never sat on a guy’s face before, but now I know I’m gonna be saying those Hail Marys the next time I go to church because I’m pretty sure I’ve seen God several times while he’s been doing this.
This man is seriously the best orgasm giver ever. His beard makes it all the more exhilarating. Here I was thinking it would be prickly, but it’s not. I dig it.
“That’s it, baby girl, ride my face, let me taste that sweet cum on my tongue.”
And his words. My, my, this man needs to run a dirty talking school for beginners and get all the men of the world out there trained up. I’m serious. If he ever wanted to switch jobs from his current position, he’d have a fruitful career as a dirty talking specialist.
There’s no way I’ve ever come this many times. No freaking way, and yet, I’m like a firecracker. Brett was a total sweetheart after we had dinner, he even tipped his hat and bid me a goodnight… like I was gonna let that happen. I dragged the poor man to the bedroom while he kept telling me he didn’texpectanything. Why is that so damn hot?
I know he’s genuine by the way he talks about the people in his life that he cares about, like his best friend Dale, who he grew up with, along with Jed. I don’t think there’s even one mean bone in this man’s body.
When he spears me with his tongue, my eyes roll into the back of my head. Yeah, now is about the time I’m thankful for no neighbors, though I’m sure if the horses could hear, they’d be wondering what the heck their mom was doing.
“Right there,” I moan. “Oh, oh!” I let out the longest, panting, begging moan in history and suddenly, I’m being rolled onto the mattress.
Brett grins, wiping his mouth with his forearm, pinning my hands to the mattress below me. “I’ve never tasted anythin’ so sweet, baby.”
