"I’ve written a few songs I’m not sure are going to work for this album." He says as he pulls the plate from my hand to load it in the dishwasher.
"Can’t you just save them to use later?"
"Yeah, I can. But it doesn’t help me write songs for this album."
"What’s this one supposed to be about?"
"Heartbreak."
"Ahhh yes, the ex. Well, can you write a song about how after you give me a ranch tour we’re going to erase any memories of him throughout the house?"
Rhys shakes his head as he laughs. "Maybe."
"I believe in us." I kiss his cheek playfully and step back. "So, is this an ass-less chaps situation or what?"
***
Thank everything worth thanking that it wasn’t an ass-less chaps situation. My ass is absolutely on fire right now.
We’ve been riding for a half an hour or so and about ten minutes ago I totally spaced out on everything Rhys has said while I try to understand why my butt is burning.
Rhys looks back at me over his shoulder and all the pain becomes worth it.
A boy could get used to this view.
He’s in a denim snap up shirt. My eyes drift down to where the sleeve is cuffed up. I fixated on that spot back in the stables when he was explaining something. I’ll neve know what he said. All I could focus on was how his strong ink covered fingers worked nimbly to get him ready to do something.
Me.
I’m the thing that needs doing.
His horse, Donkey, slows down and we come up next to him. "How you doing?"
Rhys’s voice somehow sounds deeper when it’s surrounded by nature. I clench my ass out of want and then whine in pain. "Is my butt supposed to hurt so much?"
"That’s what he said." Rhys delivers the line with a straight face and my cackle is so loud my horse spooks. "Whooah, easy Tiger." Rhys says as he digs his heels into Donkey’s side to catch up to us.
Yeah, my horse’s name is Tiger and I think it’s just so Rhys can say "Easy Tiger" all the time.
I respect the wordplay.
When we settle in next to each other again, Rhys reaches over and lays a hand on my thigh. "We’ll head back if you’re sore."
"I’m mostly worried about my sex-doing ability."
Rhys just rolls his eyes. What? I wasn’t going to say love-making.
Tiger follows Donkey back up to the stables. Rhys dismounts easily and I look like a fish fighting for it’s fucking life on shore as I lay on my stomach and slide down Tiger’s side.
"Do you want to hang out while I get them settled or head back up to the house?"
I feel like I smell more than faintly of horse ass. "Mind if I head back up and shower?"
"Not at all." He smiles and I stumble away on stiff fucking legs.
Horse riding really takes it out of you.
Smiling, hunky, cowboy-esc bedmates do too.
