Chloe was a luxury that somehow had come into my life, and I was grateful for the past twenty-four hours. I couldn’t recall being any happier than I was at that very moment. I’d empty my bank account to those guys on another bet if they’d told me I was going to meet her.
When she climbed into the boat ahead of me, I visualized what she looked like without anything on. Her petite, muscular frame had my cock at attention. When I stayed in the water, she noticed.
“Coming up?”
“It’s gonna be cold,” I lied. I needed cold—a cold fucking shower.
“Get in the boat or I’m getting back in the water,” she taunted.
When I climbed into the boat, her eyes went to my crotch where I sported an obvious erection, and of course, she looked down and back up to my face before giving me a huge smile. Lucky me, I’d had blue-balls for twenty-four hours because of her.
Toweled off, I took the seat beside her, started up the engine, and drove us quickly back to the cabin with her huddled tightly against my side. She climbed out and waited on the dock for me to tie-off the boat. Then we walked hand-in-hand into the cabin with our eyes locked on each other.
I wanted things to progress, and I felt she did too, but I wasn’t going to push, especially since I knew more about her and what she’d shared about her relationship with Scott while we were out on the boat. His loss was definitely going to be my victory.
“You want the shower first?” I asked.
“No, go ahead. I need to call Glenn and let him know I saw Cherokee trying to open the door again when I was out at the stables. Glenn just needs to agree that I’m right and move Cherokee to the other barn before he kills himself.”
While I was in the shower, I heard the door open and saw her naked form approaching through the glass.
“Is there room for two?” she asked, stepping into the tiny shower.
“You stalled on purpose, didn’t you?”
“Hmm, yup.” She paused and looked at the floor sheepishly. “I want to finish what we keep starting. I want you to make love to me,” she said before kissing me hard on the mouth. She’d made her mind up.
“Not in here, babe. Come with me.” I stepped from the shower and tossed her a towel. We quickly dried off before I scooped up her luxuriously naked body into my arms and carried her to the bed. I’d started a small fire in the fireplace, and the ambient light was setting a great mood…as if we needed one.
Hovering over her on the bed, I studied the fireflies that danced in her eyes and watched as she bit at her lower lip. The carefree, pink-haired party girl from the night before had vanished and in her place was a beautifully seductive, very feminine angel.
She touched my face with her hand before gripping the back of my neck to pull me closer. Her mouth welcomed mine, and our tongues tangled aggressively. She tasted even sweeter than I remembered.
I teased the tight buds of her nipples with my teeth, and she threaded her fingers in my hair when I nipped one hard.
“Yes,” she moaned, arching into me when I nibbled my way down her taut belly.
I teased at her ring, and again, she giggled, plainly very ticklish there. When I slid down to her sex, I noticed she was completely bare. As if I needed any more suggestion, my cock throbbed to be inside her. Obviously, she’d made up her mind before I even picked her up.
She was soaking wet, and her clit was rock hard as I thumbed it. With her legs parted wide, I feasted on the slickness that was all her, and when I entered her with my fingers, she bucked in response. This time, there were no animal sounds, only moans of ecstasy as she clamped down hard on my hand. I felt the muscles in her legs tighten beneath me, and she grabbed at the bed with both hands. She was drenched in delectable juices that left my cock pulsing to get inside.
I grabbed one of the condoms I’d put in the drawer earlier and opened the package. She took it from my hands and studied me.
“Let me?” she asked.
She was reading my mind.
With Chloe hovering above me, I sucked in air at the sight of her. Mussed, fuck-me hair and wild eyes that lit up with mischievousness in the firelight. She placed her lips at the head of my cock, and I swear it was all I could do to keep from drowning her in cum.
She was clumsy with her hands, and when she sucked on me, I could tell she wasn’t experienced in blowjobs, and I was grateful for that—actually hoping I was her first.
She slid the condom down my shaft and slowly climbed up my body. When she lowered herself on me, I saw her wince as her pussy spread to accommodate me. When she was finally all the way down on my cock, she leaned backwards and rocked on me.
Good God, she was so freakin’ hot.
She rode me and fucked me and took charge like she owned me. When she came, she came hard, and when I came, I nearly passed out. Her body was limp on top of mine, and she didn’t move for the longest time.
I pushed the hair back from her face, and she turned her sweet eyes up toward me and smiled. I loved her little button nose, and when she grinned, it wrinkled up with a crease at the bridge.
She slid from my body and rested softly at my side. For a man, there was nothing that could replace those few moments after making love and holding a woman in your arms.
“Tell me why you are still single. You’re obviously caring if you love animals. You’re gorgeous; you have cutest nose and a quick wit. And when you make up your mind, you act on it.”
“Why do you say that? How do you know I’ve made up my mind about anything?”
“Because of this.” I slowly touched her cleft and rubbed my finger over the smoothly shaved skin.
She gasped in response.
“It wasn’t like that last night.”
“Okay, well, that is just one thing.”
“The way you planned to walk in on me in the shower. Tell me I’m wrong.”
“Okay, fine.”
“And the way you got me out in the water. You wanted me to love you in the boat, didn’t you?”
“Yes, but—”
I moved her onto her back and straddled her. “And you want me again, now, don’t you?” I asked, hovering over her.
She nodded and bit her lip.
And I obliged.
Chapter 7
Chloe
I woke up with a hard, masculine body wrapped around me. His legs were between mine, and we spooned in the bed. The sun had yet to rise, but I needed up and didn’t want to wake him.
I tried to recall the crazy chain of events of the last twenty-four hours and realized fate had a big play in our coming together. Yes, I believed in fate, and I also believed things happened for a reason. Had I not been drunk, I would’ve blown him off. Had I not been attracted to him, I would’ve used the bet as a reason to ditch him. And besides, what bad guy has a Golden Retriever?
The dog.
“Flynn, wake up. Where’s your dog?”
“At home. Go back to sleep.”
“Who’s taking care of him?”
“He has a doggie door, and the neighbor’s daughter gets paid amply to take him for walks. If I’m away, I text her and let her know. He loves her more than he does me. But since I’m awake, let’s get breakfast and go for an early swim.”
“No, let’s stay in bed and—” I laughed as he flipped me onto my back. His face grew serious as I touched it. “I don’t want to be hurt, and I haven’t come to terms with why I feel like I can trust you, but if I back away—”
“I’m not letting you pull back, Chloe. I’ve never been with a pink-haired crazy girl, but I feel something for you. It would be stupid to just stop now.”
“I know. I feel the same way.”
At first, he was slow and steady with his thrust inside me, but then his breathing came harder and faster and his face bore a look of determination. That’s when he held my hands above my head, lifted my right ankle to his shoulder, and drove more forcefully into me. When I came, I cried out in sweet passion, but he gripped my thigh with his ot
her hand and kept going. And when I climaxed again, he came with me. His earthy moan reverberated through me with possession.
I was his.
We spent the morning in bed, talking and playing. A little of this and a lot of that. I loved to run my hands over his taut chest and abdomen. His skin was very tan, and it was obvious he loved the outdoors more than office work. We had that in common.
“Why were you at Stuttgart Farms?”
“I’ve invested in some of their horses. I’m part owner of Cherokee now, and he’s going to sire my next foal. Didn’t Glenn tell you?”
“No, we didn’t get that far because Cherokee dropped, remember? That horse…umm, your horse…is going to kill himself if they don’t put a guard on the feed shack. Just sayin’.”
“Duly noted.” He stroked his fingers up and down my thigh. “Do you have any family here? I’d like to invite them to our annual picnic next weekend. That is, if you’d honor me by going as my plus one.”
“My mom passed away last year. My dad is who-knows-where, and I have a brother who I don’t speak to for despicable reasons. How’s that for jacked up?”
“I don’t judge. When you meet my bunch, you’ll see some crazies as well. I have an older brother that looks like a founding member of ZZ Top. Don’t laugh, I’m serious.”
I laughed, and then I started sneezing.
“You getting sick?”
“Oh no, I was sick last week with an ear thing, but I’ve finished my antibiotics, and this is just allergies to all the pretty flowers blooming, the hazards of working outside.”
After spending the last twenty-four hours with him all tangled up in each other, when he drove me to my apartment, sadness claimed me at the thought of being away from him. How could I feel something so quickly with someone I didn’t even know?
Fear began to seep in. It was that same fear that had ruined every chance at a relationship before. Maybe it was the fear that had held me back until I met Flynn.
Who names their kid Flynn?
“You’re fidgeting,” he said.
“I know. It’s that weird feeling creeping in.”
“The one that makes you doubt what you’re feeling? Because I’ve got that same virus. Tell ya what, go pack your clothes and follow me. You’re coming to stay at my place. We’ll go through this together.”
Without any reservations, I knew I wanted to be with him. “I have to shuffle the work truck back to the clinic. You mind helping me?”
“No.” Flynn followed me inside and hung up my wet clothes while I packed yet another bag.
As crazy as it sounded, if he’d asked, I would’ve moved in with him that very moment. In a way, I was doing that in small doses, and it was strange and exhilaratingly sexy at the same time.
I knew my friends were going to think I was freakin’ nuts and simply reacting to being virgin-esque for so long.
He followed me to the clinic, and while there, I ran in to check on all of the animals. Then we went back to my place, so I could get my car. I followed him to his home and got a big kick out of parking next to him in the garage. It was too comfortable, too quick.
When he opened the door, his Golden Retriever went crazy and tackled me to the ground.
“I think you’ve met my best friend already, but I don’t know if you recall me telling you his name, and unless he’s trying to champion the Bush Bean’s commercial, he hasn’t learned to talk. Meet Simon and just so you know, he’s a sex maniac. That’s what he is,” Flynn teased. He helped me up from the floor and led me to the empty closet where he left me for a moment to find some hangars for my clothes.
Simon followed, close on my heels.
“What’s in the box?” I asked, being nosy was one of my strong suits. I supposed that was what helped me bond with animals. They were all curious and never bashful about it.
“The remainder of Courtney’s things. It’s been eight months, and she hasn’t come to get them. She still has a key; it’s not like she doesn’t have access.”
My gut clenched. She still had a key. Okay, that didn’t sound like closure to me. “Wait a minute, she has a key? Look, maybe you aren’t ready to go forward, maybe…”
Flynn took both of my arms and pulled me down to his lap to join him on the bench. His eyes moved from side-to-side searching mine. He was waiting for the right answer? Or possibly making sure the words he picked didn’t send me packing.
“She chose the pageant stuff as her life and was dedicated to making Miss America, but the farthest she got was top ten. When I asked her to marry me, she said no. Later, she said she wasn’t in love with me, and I realized I wasn’t in love with her either. We talked off and on for about three weeks after she finally moved out, but she never came back, not even to drop off her key. She lives in California now and is trying to make it out there. She was too young, and we were in the wrong stages of our lives. She wanted to travel and do broadcasting. I wanted to stay home and have a family.”
“You said you’re thirty-two. How old was she?”
“Twenty-six when we broke up. We were together four years. There’s been no one serious since her. I’m more than ready to move on.”
“I am too.”
He began to unbutton my dress, and I couldn’t wait. I unfastened his pants and slipped my dress over my head. That’s when he gasped.
“You were naked under there?”
“Uhm, hmm. You like?”
“Fuckin’ turn on, as if it could get any better.”
I climbed back on his lap, and he stopped me again.
“Condom. Be right back.”
He pushed me to my feet, and I gripped his arms to stop him. “I’m on the pill. Convenience thing, just never stopped them.”
He paused and searched his thoughts for a moment while staring at the floor. Then, he looked straight into my eyes. “You’re sure about this? I know I’m safe,” he said with an enduring smile.
“Yes, I’m safe too.”
I climbed him and rode his cock on that bench, but there was something about the barrier being removed that took our existence to the next level of intimacy. I couldn’t get enough of him. When I climaxed, it was beyond exhilaration, and something inside me grabbed hard and held on. Riveting.
I rested against his chest and he held me tightly without moving. Our breathing was sporadic for several minutes. We were quiet, but the feeling of being in his arms completely sated was beautiful. When we returned to ourselves, I slipped off of him and turned on the shower. When the water started to flow, it reminded me of the pink hair. I caught myself, covering my mouth to hide my giggles before I burst out laughing. He noticed.
“I was thinking maybe I should make my hair permanently pink?”
“No way,” he said, twisting strands of my hair between his fingers.
“But I thought you liked pink?”
“You were hot in a funky kind of way, but I was never so thankful as to see pink suds in my shower.” He laughed and I gasped.
“So, you knew it was a temporary disguise?”
“Yep.”
That night, we cuddled on the sofa with Simon and watched movies. When I fell asleep in Flynn’s arms, it felt natural, just like it was supposed to be. I felt like I’d finally found my place.
But I woke up in the night, the strangest feeling of worry consuming me—fear of what lurked around the corner that would ruin everything.
Chapter 8
The next few days flew by as we both worked and rushed home to be with each other. We’d quickly settled into shopping, cooking, and being together. I tried hard to keep my new relationship from Zetta, but she could read me quite well, and my secret wasn’t happening.
“Who’s the guy?” she asked, leaning against my desk.
“I could play dumb, but you wouldn’t buy it, would you?”
“Nope, you’re glowing and you have been all week.”
“Flynn Davis of Davis Construction and he happens to be part owner of Cherokee.”
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“Did you meet him out at the farm?”
“No, I met him at April’s party Friday night.”
“Seriously? You have to tell me everything.” She pulled up a chair and made herself comfortable.
I filled her in on the shenanigans of that night and the rest of the weekend. As I told the story, I found myself bouncing from happiness on one side and scared to death on the other. I kept waiting for the magic to end and the pumpkin to arrive.
“It’s closing time. Lock the door and let’s get out of here,” she said.
I scurried to my house and picked up more clothes and raced over to Flynn’s place. When I arrived, there was another car in the circular driveway. Maybe it was the housekeeper? I didn’t know. I pulled into the garage and unloaded my bag. When I opened the door from the garage to the main house, an argument between a man and woman was in full force.
“You show up after all this time and say you’re ready to give up your old life for us?”
“I made a mistake, and I should’ve picked you and the baby thing—”
“Don’t talk to me about that. You say that now, but you have no idea. You said you didn’t love me. We didn’t love each other. I’ve moved on.”
“I guess you have. I saw dresses in the closet. Who do they belong to?”
“Just some bimbo I met at a bar. You don’t know her. She doesn’t run in your circle.”
“Give us a new chance, Flynn. You said it yourself that you still love me.”
There it was. The bomb I’d been waiting on to burst my happy bubble. I leaned against the wall and shuddered as if I’d been kicked in the gut by a horse. I didn’t belong in his circle. He’d said it himself. I was just some bimbo he’d met in a bar, with pink hair and an invitation on my shirt.
Quietly, I slipped my suitcase into my trunk and drove back to my apartment. It wasn’t long before he started blowing up my phone, so I turned it off and notified the answering service to reach me on my home phone.
The persistent shit started beating on my door, so I called my neighbor and had her tell him I’d left with bags in a taxi, and she hadn’t seen me since. He sat in his car parked by mine and watched my apartment for hours.
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