“Sure, fine, I just ...I guess I thought it was just a fancy name that didn’t really mean what it says.Like the way my crappy apartment complex is called Shady Elms, you know?It’s never shady and surrounded by scruffy, half-dead palms, so...”
He leans against the railing, all long limbs and lean angles, and every inch of him sexier than the last.He looks perfectly at home here, peaceful, natural, raw boned and rugged, as if maybe he had a hand in chopping, hauling, and then placing the logs that make up the rustic little cabin he’s so generously offered to let me stay in for the rest of the week.
“I suppose.”He sighs, as if content to just stand there like a Greek statue all day, drowning in my drool collecting at his feet.Then he turns to me with a lurid smile.“So, Chet, waddya think?”
I blink bashfully, suddenly intimidated by the surroundings.And the man who introduced me to them.And his towering physique and dirty brown curls and cute little dimples and thick, red lips.“It’s amazing, Grady.Honestly, I ...I can’t thank you enough.”
“You don’t have to thank me,” he insists, turning gently to face me.I mirror his posture, cocking one hip against the thick wooden railing as the forest sounds engulf us, lowering my blood pressure with every chirping bird and rustling branch.“You just have to promise me one thing while you’re here.”
I chuckle, nodding toward the sprawling wooden deck, already kitted out with patio furniture and, if I’m not mistaken, a grill hiding under an evergreen colored tarp.“While I’m here at the cabin?”I tease, struggling to breathe as I catch a whiff of his sandalwood cologne and overpoweringly masculine pheromones.“Or here in Pistol Creek?”
“Both,” he insists.Firmly.So firmly, making me wonder what he’d be like in bed: demanding?Rough?Bossy?Or meek, gentle, caring, and tender?And why can’t I decide which one is hotter?
“Which is?”I ask aloud, hoping against hope the sexy fucker can’t read minds in addition to everything else he does so well.
“That you’ll ...try to see us as more than hicks, okay?”
“Us?”I tease.“Or ...you?”
Our eyes meet once more, the tension ripe and thick and hard between us.Oh wait, that’s just my dick, leaping at the sudden intimacy of this very quiet, very natural, very erotic, and most unexpected moment.“I guess I did mean me.”
I meet his eyes calmly and insist evenly, “I don’t think you’re a hick, Grady.”
I can’t tell if he’s surprised or disappointed.“You don’t?”
“Not at all,” I insist, glancing ever up into his wide, hazel eyes.“And even if I did, would that be so bad?”
A wooden plank creaks beneath his feet as he inches gently closer.I stiffen, then relax.“That depends,” he insists, hand sliding out along the railing to rest just shy of mine.“Do you ...like hicks?”
I swallow and answer his challenge.Why the hell not, right?He’s the one asking, and after all, dude’s just gifted me with a sprawling sex cabin for the week.“Hmmm,” I murmur, feeling it all the way down to my blue, aching balls.“I’m starting to like one in particular.”
He blushes, beams, and nods, removing his hand as quickly as he’d (almost) offered it.“Then I suppose that’s enough for me, Chet.”
I watch him inching gently back toward the cabin.“Wait, where are you going?”I sputter.“I thought...”I wave at the railing, as if his handprint might actually be seared into the rich blond wood from the heat of our obvious connection.“I thought we were having a moment here.”
“We are.”He chuckles, tucking two fingers against his brow and offering me a vaguely awkward, if totally charming, little salute.“That’s why I’m going to go back to town, grab a few things for dinner, and ...come back.”
I stand at the edge of the deck, gawking at him like some tourist on a studio tour.“You ...you are?”
“Yeah.”He chuckles breezily, as if this is how he treats all his out-of-town guests.“That going to be okay, City Boy?”
I lean back, taking him all in and settling on that rich, heady smile of his.“More than okay, Cowboy.But ...can you do me one small favor?”
He beams like a puppy with a new bone.“Sure, what’s that?”
I give him a good once-over before winking.“Wear something a little more ...country when you come back.”
