Page 15 of Wrangling Nash

“I’m sorry for yawning. That was so rude, but I was up late reading all my grandfather’s notes in his office, trying to learn as much as possible. The night got away from me, and I barely slept last night.”

“It’s a marathon, not a race, Jovie. You’re only in your first week here, and you still have eleven months left to go.”

“I know, but I only have y’all’s help for, what, two more months?” she asked, indicating the duration my dad had agreed to lend our support while she learned. However, I’d lost track of the question she’d asked as the word “y’all” rolled off her pink tongue so naturally. Her adaptation to ranch life and the country accent we all had an unexpected effect on me requiring me to discreetly adjust myself in my pants hoping she didn’t look down.

Clearing my throat, I responded, “I think calling it quits a few hours early won’t hurt your progress.”

And now my cock is hard so I can’t exactly get off from this gator without you noticing.

She smiled sweetly after thanking me, then rested her head back on the seat and closed her eyes. We drove to the house in comfortable silence. As soon as we arrived, she collapsed on the couch before she could make it to her bed.

“I hope you don’t mind; I’m just going to nap out here,” she said.

I nodded, “No problem. I’m going to wash up before dinner and then pack up my things and head out for the weekend.”

I wasn’t sure if Jovie had heard me because by the time I turned around at my door to look back at her, she was already snoring, peacefully asleep.

Chapter 13: Jovie

“Ugh,” I grumbled, stirring awake from my nap, and checking the time on my phone.

7’oclock already?

Blinking away from the drowsiness, I sat up from my nap on the couch, noticing the darkness outside indicating I’d slept for much longer than I had intended. Nash was likely long gone by now, already back to the Cameron ranch. We had returned from fixing the irrigation system around 3 in the afternoon, so I’d just taken an accidental four-hour nap.

I inwardly face palmed as my stomach rumbled with hunger. I rose to raid the leftovers Gloria had prepared for lunch. As I stood at the kitchen island, munching on a sandwich, my phone lit up, cutting through the darkness of the ranch. Patrick’s name glowed on the screen accompanied by a text, a strange reminder of the life I'd left behind only a week ago though it felt like much longer now. I hadn’t heard from him since I left so I swiped up, curious to see what he could have written.

Patrick: I miss you. I hope your first week on the ranch went well.

I sighed. Despite my clear decision to end things with Patrick, he had insisted he’d be waiting for me back in Houston. I hadn’t expected him to keep his word and I realized even more now that I didn't want him to. He was undeniably handsome and a nice guy—perfect on paper, as I’d told Stevie. Any woman would be lucky to date him. However, there had always been something missing and ending things with him over dinner had been easy - too easy.

His unexpected text tonight was a reminder of what I’d left behind in Houston, however, it didn’t stir the same emotions it might have inside me a week ago. A week before I met Nash.

Finishing my sandwich, I tossed the plate in the trash and headed for a shower. After a day’s work on the ranch followed by a four-hour nap, I felt grimy and exhausted but there was no way I'd be able to fall asleep now.

Entering my grandfather’s bathroom, I started to run the water and added some Epsom salt again as the tub began to fill. As I waited, I headed back to my room, pulled out a change of clothes from my luggage when I felt something bulge on the side zipper - my vibrator.

I know exactly how to release all the tension in my muscles.

I slowly slipped it out of the bag, and took it with me to the bathroom, stripping the dirty clothes from my body, I slipped under the now warm water.

I sighed, relaxing back into the tub, and enjoying the way it held me up as the waves warmed my muscles, working to release all my stress from the week.

As I fired my toy up, I slowly slipped it between my wet folds and pressed the top part against my clitoris, allowing the gentle pulses to begin their slow ascent. I audibly relaxed at the sensation, my mind drifting to the events of this week as my thoughts inadvertently landed on Nash. He was so damn attractive, and it'd been a while since I'd had sex. Naturally, he was the first person I thought of after spending an entire day with him.

Nope, think of Patrick. The man who’s interested in waiting a year for you back in Houston. Think of how it felt to have him inside of you.

But my mind kept returning to Nash. His big, thick, veiny forearms and muscular back. The way his strength was evident as he gripped tools as if he’d been born with a hammer in his hand. I wondered if everything about him was thick. Judging by the view I'd gotten through his pajama pants at the beginning of this week, I felt confident he was.

Ugh. No, think of Patrick. His brown hair, brown eyes. The patience and commitment he has waiting 12 months for you.

But that wasn't doing it for me.

What about Nash’s piercing green eyes and his tousled blonde hair? The effortless way he wore a cowboy hat adding to his rugged charm. And those muscles—rippling as he tossed a bale of hay over the fence today. What about the way he unashamedly watched you as the sun rose this morning? The intensity of his eyes and the way the light caught them. There was a darkness that lurked just under the surface for him and every now and then, I would catch a glimpse and wonder how it’d feel to have him unleash that on me.

Ugh...I need to stop thinking about him.

The vibrations kicked up another notch as I felt my thighs clench around the toy.

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