Page 94 of Dirty Player

I opened my eyes in the morning and grinned as soon as I saw Shannon sleeping next to me. She had small freckles dancing over the bridge of her nose, her pink lips slightly parted and long black eyelashes fanning from closed lids.

I wanted to kiss every inch of her but withheld myself. I’d worked her over hard last night, multiple times after we’d rested and eaten dinner, taking her again and again long into the night. I should have still been sleeping, but it was the curse of a man who grew up on a farm and lived a life that required earlier mornings that prevented sleeping in.

The sun wasn’t up yet and I had work to do.

Adjusting my already hard dick, I groaned as I brushed against Shannon’s cheek and slid out of bed, careful not to wake her.

She didn’t move at all as I pulled away and threw on the shorts and shirt I’d worn the day before. I didn’t need clean clothes to muck out some stalls and feed the horses.

When I came out of the bathroom after putting on my glasses and brushing my teeth, she was still lying in the same position, both of her hands pressed together beneath her cheek, eyes still closed and lips still parted.

I started a pot of coffee and took bacon out of the freezer while I took a few minutes to wake up. While the coffee brewed, I stared out the window, thinking of the night before, the things we’d said to one another.

I meant every word.

I loved her. Loved her in a way that I knew if she walked away from me like Serena had, it would take infinitely longer to recover from. I hadn’t planned on it—had never planned on being married again or loving a woman. For the past seven years, I’d taken what I wanted when I wanted it without remorse for the behavior. The women I took to bed wanted the same things as me or only wanted to use me for my money.

I had no qualms about using them for their pussy when they were using me for what was in my wallet.

I had no regrets about the previous night, or telling her I loved her. I only hoped that when she woke, she still felt the same way—that she hadn’t said the words back to me out of a sense of obligation or because of the crazy, hot fucking sex we’d had.

“Nice, asshole,” I muttered to myself, chuckling while I filled a mug of coffee for myself. “You think your dick is so perfect it can fuck with a woman’s common sense.”

“It can.”

I flinched at the voice behind me and turned to see Shannon. Her shoulder rested against the doorframe to my kitchen, her eyes still sleepy and only half open.

“What are you doing up?” I asked, smiling at what she’d said.

She walked toward me, collapsing against my body when she reached me and lazily wrapped her hands around my waist. “Smelled coffee. Woke up without you. What are you doing up?”

“Need to feed the horses.”

She tilted her head back and grinned. “Can I help?”

“You want to?”

“Yeah, it’ll be fun.”

Goddamn. She blew me away at every corner.

“This is the second time, you know, that you’ve ruined my plans for wanting you to sleep in so I can fuck you awake when you’ve been here.”

Those sleepy eyes went hazy with something entirely different from tiredness.

“Then you should do the fucking first and worry about the horses and coffee later,” she suggested, wriggling her brows in response.

“You really want to help me?” I asked, still surprised she’d be willing. She didn’t need to.

“Yeah…you can get me dirty and then clean me up.” She yawned over her words and covered her mouth.

“Don’t you know, Shannon,” I whispered, unable to hide the gruffness in my tone, “that I like you filthy?”

She laughed softly and yawned again. “Of course you do. I need coffee before I go feed the horses.”

I let her go after dipping down and brushing my lips against hers, giving her a sweet, closed-mouth kiss.

“By the way,” she said, turning to me with a coffee mug pressed close to her lips, “you still haven’t fucked me with those sexy glasses on.”

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