"Do you want to?"
"I think I always want to." Rhys whispers. My chest flutters and my stomach hollows.
"Because I’m the hottesth guy you’ve ever had?" Purposefully I flex my biceps as I run my tongue along the bottom of my teeth, including the gap.
"Something like that." He rolls his eyes and I grin.
"C’mon Charming, let’sh get into bed and do hand shtuff. Better to be shafe than shorry."
***
"Fuck me, Charming." The taste on my tongue almost makes me break out in a sweat. "More."
Rhys chuckles as he slides another stack of pancakes onto my plate. "I’m glad you like them."
"Like them, no. This is more. I’m about to drop to one knee for these pancakes." I shovel another pancake into my mouth, whole. "Wril rou cock fer me in dehcee?"
"Duncan, didn’t your grandmother teach you not to talk with your mouth full?"
"Pirate." I remind him after I swallow. "But, my mother certainly tried."
A boy could seriously get used to this life. We went to bed and there was a lot of touching and caressing and stroking and then Rhys settled into my arms after we’d washed up again. I slept well, better than I thought I would.
"That’s right." Rhys sits next to me on a counter stool and I hook my foot into the leg and drag him closer. His hands fly out to steady himself and then he uses a knife and fork to slice off a bite of pancake. "Did you have a question?"
"Oh yeah, will you cook for me in D.C.?" I flutter my eyelashes at him like Betty fucking Boop.
"I can do some cooking." He agrees and I pump my fist with a hissedyes!
"What is the plan for today, Charming?" I ask as I reach for another slice of ham.
"I thought I’d show you around the ranch."
"This is a ranch?"
"Not a full working ranch anymore, but it was. I have a few horses and I’ve always wanted to get a few more animals but with all the travel I do it doesn’t seem fair to them."
"Who watches the horses while you’re away?"
"The owners of the neighboring property." He points his fork off to the left.
"And that property is like ten fucking miles away?" I laugh because I look out the wall of windows to the left and all I see are rolling hills and treelines.
"Not ten, but far enough."
"You really like your privacy huh?" I think about the wall of windows at my condo right in the center of Penn Quarter.
Rhys sighs. "I either like to be on stage performing or, yeah, alone."
"Except for when your sexy fuck buddy is in town."
"Yes, except for then." He finishes his breakfast and takes his plate to the sink. With his back to me he continues. "I write better alone."
"How’s the writing been going?" I ask him as I drag the last of the fluffy stack through the pool of syrup on my plate.
"Okay." He shrugs.
I slide up behind him and wrap my arms around his to rinse my plate. "Only okay?"
