Taylor liked his reply a little too much. She brushed it off and decided a change in subject was best. “Where are you taking me? I drive this way home every day.”
Rhett smiled. “That’s right, your parents live near here, don’t they? You still living at home?”
“Yeah, until I graduate. Tuition’s been hard enough on my bank account. Room and board would’ve killed me. Thankfully my parents made it very obvious I was welcome to stay there while I finished my education.” They hadn’t been able to help out too much with her fees, not that she’d expected them to, so living with them was their way to help her. It did put the kibosh on romantic entanglements, but then school was her main priority.
“I’d half expect you to be off and married by now, with a couple of little ones of your own,” he said.
“Nope, an education is important. I won’t be one of those women relying on a man to support me. I’ll walk across that stage in May and get the hell out of Dixon for good, on the power of my own two feet.”
“Ahh, it’s cold and lonely outside the county lines, trust me. Once you get out, all you’ll wanna do is get back in,” he said, a spark of sadness in his tone.
“What’s happened to you since you left, really?” she asked.
He looked across the cab, but his face was too in shadow to see the emotion she felt in waves rolling toward her. “Let’s just say that all the people who were supposed to be my friends and my support ended up only wantin’ one thing—my bank account. I had mentors with the team who tried to tell me, but I didn’t listen. I got a rude awakenin’, though, and now it’s time to get back to basics.”
Back to basics. Maybe he was really coming back to Dixon. Taylor had an odd sense she might know where he was taking her. When he turned onto the lane to the Lutz farmstead, her instincts proved right. The dusty lane kicked up a bunch of dry dirt as he muscled his way down the lane, the big truck eating up the path. She was quiet, wondering if he would indeed be her neighbor. To have all that man living next door, she wouldn’t be able to get anything done or concentrate on school.
Oh, but to know he was just on the other side of the woods, sleeping in a big, nice warm bed all alone. That would give her fantasies galore to ease her fevered dreams.
Or maybe she needed to be the bad girl inside, the one she tried to hide, and taste a little bit of her fantasy before she left for good. How many women got a second chance with their old crushes? It had been a good, long while since she’d had a fun night of hot sex and twisted sheets.
She looked across the cab and saw his large, muscled arms. She could definitely do much worse.
Rhett pulled his truck in front of the old farmstead. He twisted in his seat and looked over at her. “I bought this old place this morning.”
“I heard you’d come to look at it,” she told him.
He chuckled. “I forget how quickly news travels in a small town.”
“I didn’t hear you’d actually bought it. After sittin’ empty for four years, I’m sure it’s gonna need some work. Old Mr. Lutz wasn’t doing too well before he passed, either, so it’s probably been longer than that since it’s seen a lovin’ hand.” Taylor slid forward in the seat a little and looked up at the big, old house. She’d always thought it was the prettiest one in Dixon County and would’ve given her eyeteeth to see inside. Too bad she’d pissed off Mr. Lutz too much as a child to ever get an invite. “It’s so beautiful. Can we go inside and take a peek?”
“Sure. I was able to get the electric turned on this afternoon, so it shouldn’t be too cold in there. I wasn’t expecting a guest tonight, so I didn’t turn it up very much.” Rhett reached behind the seat into the backseat and grabbed something. He dropped his athletic bag between them and opened the zipper. “I probably have somethin’ in here to help keep you warm. They’re clean, I promise.”
After digging around a moment, he tossed her a pair of sweatpants and a jersey.
Taylor had thought he’d brought her out here to get into her pants and instead, she was getting into his. Sort of. She shucked off her coat and slipped his too-big stuff on before pulling her coat back on. After rolling up the ends about a dozen times and pulling the cord at the waist as tight as it would go, she was done. “Ready,” she cried.
“You’re awful excited to see in there.”
“I’ve wanted to see in this house since I was little, but I got caught in the pond and his orchard too often for him to ever let me.”
Rhett laughed loudly. “So you’re the pesky neighbor girl Lutz’ son-in-law said wouldn’t stop coming over and stealin’ apples.”
Taylor froze, a little mock anger filling her. “Before old man Lutz died, they had hundreds of apples rotting on the ground. So yeah, I liberated a few here and there. Who do you think cleared up the orchard the past four years? You can’t leave mountains of rotting fruit on the trees and the ground and expect those trees to keep producin’.”
Rhett lifted his palms. “You can liberate all you want, okay? I promise.”
Taylor grinned at that answer. “Now, that’s what I like to hear from a new neighbor.”
After Rhett grinned at her, he opened his door and got out. She pushed hers open and twisted in the seat. Before she could jump down, he was there, his hands gripping her waist.
“Don’t you know how to wait for a man to open your car door?”
“Haven’t had one opened for me in so long I didn’t know I was supposed to wait,” Taylor countered.
“Next time,” he said as he drew her down from the seat to slide along his firm body, “you let me come open your door so I can help you get out. It’s the gentlemanly thing to do.”
A thrill rippled through her. She wasn’t sure if it was because of the close contact or that he was already talking about a next time. She nodded. “So, you’re a gentleman, are you?”
He drew her closer and looked down into her face. “I’m trying real hard to be.”
Taylor wasn’t exactly sure what he meant by that, but she did like the feel of him surrounding her body. Thoughts of fighting him escaped her mind and she melted into his heat, her mind made up. She wasn’t letting this opportunity slip through her fingers. She’d have a taste of Rhett Banes before one of them disappeared again.
“Let’s see that house,” he said suddenly, pulling away from her.
Taylor frowned, not sure what had just happened, but she followed him up the walkway because no one was getting in the way of her finally sneaking a peek in that house. She had to walk carefully not to trip in his too-big pants, but she’d take it not to be completely bared to the elements.
He pulled his keys out once they were on the wraparound porch and pushed the door open a few moments later. “After you,” he said lowly, ushering her in.
She walked inside the massive foyer. Moonlight streamed inside the large windows along the wooden stairs, but she couldn’t make much more out. It was warmer inside than she expected. Light flashed on after she heard a click.
Dusty hardwood covered the floors, and the massive curving stairs along one side were absolutely grand. The outer stone wall showed along the stairs, not covered by plaster. A small chandelier hung from the center of the space.
“Who knew old dungaree Lutz lived it up like this in here?” she asked.
“From what I hear, his wife was a city girl from Houston and he outfitted this place with every amenity he could to make her feel like she lived in an extravagant country cabin instead of a farmhouse. His son-in-law says this house is what wooed her into marrying him. You should see the rest of the house.”
“I plan on it!” she cried as she walked into the room across from the stairs. As soon as she walked through, another click sounded and light filled the space. It was humongous—a massive great room with a fireplace almost as tall as she was, made from the same stone as the outside of the house. A few dusty pieces of furniture still remained covered in white sheets, remnants of days gone by. On the other end was a kitchen, open to t
he great room. It was dated, but had so much potential. She walked closer, wanting more of a peek.
“I’ll update the kitchen and the bathrooms, put in new fixtures,” he said, again reading her mind. “Clean it up and paint.”
“Don’t take away all its charm, though,” she said as she walked into the space. “I certainly hope you’re not going to make it too modern.”
Rhett shoved his hands in his pockets and shrugged. “I haven’t thought that far ahead yet. I guess whatever we can salvage, we might use.”
Taylor rubbed her hands over the old cabinets. “These look handcrafted. You’re not going to find those too easily today.”
“I suppose not,” he said lowly.
A huge farmer’s sink sat in the midst of the counter. “Or this. Do you know how expensive these are now? You definitely have to try to salvage this. It’s too beautiful to get rid of.” Both of their families had humble origins, but they’d grown up just fine. Hopefully all that money in his bank account hadn’t changed him too much. For all she knew, he’d gut the place and make it look like something glitzy and not the beautiful home it could be. She looked over her shoulder to see if he was even listening to her.
Rhett just watched her, smiling to himself.
Taylor suddenly felt self-conscious under his regard. She rushed past him. Before she could get away, he grabbed her lightning quick and pulled her close, his lips on hers in an instant. She shuddered, the electric feel of his mouth on hers too good. Taylor didn’t fight his kiss; she needed it too badly. Lifting up on tiptoes, she met his lips, seeking the feel of his tongue on hers.
Rhett kept the pace slow, languidly tasting her as he held on to either side of her face. He was in no hurry, which only made the need within her intensify. She reached up and grasped handfuls of his shirt, pulling him closer, trying to urge Rhett to push deeper, kiss harder. She could feel him hard against her. His thick cock was wedged against her stomach, and the feel of it made her pussy clench and wetness pool between her folds, readying for his entry.
Rhett pulled away again, only making her more frustrated. “You haven’t seen the upstairs,” he said oddly, running a shaking hand through his hair.
Taylor was glad to see he wasn’t unaffected by the kisses, even if he was fighting the need she sensed in him. She grabbed the waistband of the pants and headed for the stairs. Rhett followed closely as she climbed, and she wished he would touch her in some simple way, as she felt adrift at the moment. Her body was flushed and preparing itself for his caresses, yet he was suddenly distant.
He had just gotten out of what had apparently been a bad relationship. She shouldn’t push. No matter how badly she wanted to.
Taylor went from bedroom to bedroom, not really looking at any of them. All she could think about was that kiss and the scent of his flesh when he was against her. Rhett continued to follow her as she wandered in and out aimlessly.
“There’s one more secret place I want to show you,” he said gruffly.
He grasped her hand and took her down the hallway and into what apparently was the master bedroom. A French door sat in the middle of one wall, and he unlocked the bolt and opened it. Outside was a long porch, enclosed with glass. The sunroom lined almost one full side of the house. How had she never noticed this little gem from outside?
Furniture remained, covered with sheets. She tugged them off to find an outdoor sofa and a small table resting underneath. Taylor sat down, saw straight through the trees and the moon shining off the surface of the pond.
No wonder Lutz had caught her so often! He had a prime view of his backyard and could see the end of the trail that led back to her house. Taylor noticed the half-done crossword puzzle sitting on the table and could almost feel the old man sitting there, drinking coffee and waiting for the neighbor brat so he could run her off. A smile came to her lips. Even with him chasing after her, she sensed Mr. Lutz hadn’t really been mad with her. She caught too many of his snickers and half-smiles as she’d run away.
The ghosts of this house hadn’t let it go quite yet. Rhett might own the deed, but until he truly took ownership, this was still Mr. Lutz’s house. The house creaked around them as a strong gust of air hit the glass—talking to her. Even the house appeared to think she was right.
She felt so at home here, for some reason. A cold night, with a near empty house, on the arm of her teenaged crush of all people—yet she felt like she was exactly where she was supposed to be.
Rhett sat down beside her and pulled her close, his body heat warming her up. “So what do you think?” he asked.
About what? She wasn’t sure how to answer that loaded question. Taylor decided to go with the easy way out. “I think the house has a lot of potential, and I hope you have fun restoring it to its former glory.”
“Yeah,” he said. “I love this old place and can’t wait to get it spruced up. I’m glad I brought you up here. It’s nice to see someone appreciate this place for what it is.”
Rhett turned to look at her, the moonlight illuminating his face. His pale blue eyes twinkled and reflected the light back to her. He was so handsome and he was here, with her. How many times had she wished for a moment like this a decade ago when she was young and dumb? Tonight was more than likely a big mistake, but she knew she’d make it anyway. People needed something to regret when they were old and gray.
She rested her head against his shoulder and felt the familiar beating of her heart. It was about the same tempo it had been that night on the beach as she’d worked up the courage to go talk to him. Taylor had failed miserably that night, so she sure hoped she found her gumption in a big way tonight.
Taking a deep breath, she twisted her head and pressed her lips to his, not waiting for an invitation. His lips parted in surprise, but he soon joined her, his tongue parrying with hers. Rhett slowly took possession of her mouth, taking ownership of the kiss and pushing it deeper, harder, faster. He ravaged her mouth, his soul-searing kisses taking everything she had and only demanding more.
He lit a fire deep within her, his searching fingers caressing every inch of her through her clothing. Taylor’s nipples were so hard they ached, her clit throbbed with each heavy beat of her heart. Her lungs were burning—she could barely breathe but refused to stop kissing him. He tasted of the old stout she’d served him earlier, dark and strong, just like the man kissing her.
When his hands slipped under her shorts to caress her ass, she let out a cry of delight. They were frenzied in their passion. She’d been pushed past her limits of control, and her mind had shut down. The only thing she needed was release.
It had been too long since she’d had a lover. Her skin screamed to be touched.
She was suddenly under him, his large body pinning her to the little couch. Rhett nudged his legs between hers, his hard cock rubbing roughly against her core through the layers of clothing they wore.
Rhett tugged at her pants, or his pants, rather, and her shorts. He pulled them down to her knees and lifted her legs, baring her pussy. Without pause, he dove between her legs, his mouth greedy on her wet folds. Her back arched in the darkened room, the moon heavy and pregnant in the sky overhead. Biting her lip to hold back her orgasm, she screwed her eyes tight, needing the moment to last longer.
She’d waited so long to have him, and the night was moving too fast. She couldn’t stop it, wouldn’t stop it. They were making a beautiful mistake together, a mistake she’d wanted to make. One word, one pause, and the magic would fade away and the moment would be ruined. Taylor had to have him. She had to have him now.
Rhett pressed two fingers in her pussy as his tongue circled her clit, making her scream out in delight. When he began pumping in and out of her entrance, she writhed against his straining fingers, lost in the throes of what her body was experiencing.
Taylor was on the cusp, no longer able to hold back the tide. She opened her mouth as the wave crashed into her. Her body erupted, the nerve endings sizzling as she screamed his name, her
hips pumping against his strong hand and tongue. Rhett continued to prod her along, demanding more from her. The orgasm went on for long moments, only growing stronger with each spasm of her pussy around his fingers.
Finally it crested and passed, her breath stolen with it. Her lungs were on fire, as was her throat, from the cries of passion that had erupted from her lips.
“I love a woman who lets me know how much she likes what I do,” he said quietly as he brushed a few strands of her hair away. “Keep telling me, sugar. Be as loud as you wanna be.”
A little embarrassment flooded her as she wondered if she was too loud, but he’d seemed to like it, so she decided not to care. He’d made her come like she’d never come before, and that was all that mattered—having one wild, magical night with the man she’d fantasized about for much too long.
Rhett stood and stuck a hand into his pocket, coming out with a foil wrapper. Glad he’d had the forethought to come protected, she watched as he unzipped his pants and drew his thick cock out. He was so long and thick, she had a moment of doubt. In a matter of moments, he was covered and ready for her, and there wasn’t any time for reservations. He pushed her legs up and over one of his massive arms, nearly bending her in half.
Taylor’s pants and shorts, along with her panties, had fallen around her ankles in all the motion of him eating her pussy. He didn’t even waste a moment to pull them off, only knelt on the couch and angled his big cock to her entrance.
He surged in, more than she’d expected. Even after his play, she was still tight. It had been too long since she’d been with anyone. Rhett seemed to notice and slowed his thrusts, pushing in an inch at time until he’d filled her with his thick shaft. She’d never had a man as large as him, and the feeling over being so stretched was overwhelming to say the least.
“You alright?” he asked before lowering a kiss to her lips.
“Yeah,” she whispered back.
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