Page 143 of Rhet

“Rhet, Jasper is off his tour. We are hanging out tonight at my house.” Dax says

“Tell that fucker you’re partying with a real rock star tonight,” Jasper’s voice hoots in the background.

I smell something delicious through the door. I think about it for a second the guys vs my girl.

“Yeah can I get a raincheck?” I reply.

I can hear Cole laughing in the background.

Dax snickers “Is it your PA?”

“I will see you all in the morning. Later” I hang up. I knock on the door and walk in.

“Hey why are you knocking? You know what, knock; I may have a guest here.” She wiggles her eyebrows.

“If your guest isn’t family and they have a dick. They’re not welcome,” I reply.

The smell of beef and something delicious hits my nose. It’s been forever since I had a woman cook for me.

“What are you cooking?” I slide my shoes off at the door, dropping my bag and jacket on the floor.

“Steak and potatoes, with an apple slaw,” she replies as she checks the oven. As she straightens, I wrap my arms around her tummy and inhale at the side of her neck. She feels like home. I look down at the two T-Bone steaks crackling in rosemary and garlic.

Stepping away from her to drink her in.

Her legs are covered in baggy Sponge Bob pants and she has on a white T-shirt.

“I’m offended by the amount of clothing you’re wearing,” I say as I take my tie off.

She takes the steaks off the stove and places them into the oven.

“Why? I took a bath. I smell great,” she responds, looking a bit offended by my words.

“You smell great, but I want you to be cock ready at all times,” I reply.

She walks up to me. “When did that become a rule?”

“Just now.” Her nipples peek through her T-shirt.

“I’m going to take a shower give me five minutes.” I kiss her forehead and walk to her bathroom.

“Your towel is behind the door,” she shouts behind me.

I strip out of my clothing and step into the shower. I turn on the spray and wait for the hot water to run against my back.

The shower smells of my girl, it must be that Sugah Bae coconut and lime shower powder she uses. I love the smell. Just the thought of my woman makes my cock hard.

I take the soap and rub it against my skin, because I know what I’m about to do next. I smile cunningly.

“Ow. Shit. Baby, please come quick.” I bend over acting like something’s wrong.

Her quick footsteps ring out. She opens the glass door and touches my back softly. “Babe, you, okay? What’s wrong? Want me to call 911?”

I’m going to hell for making her worry. I stand up straight and lift her right into the shower with me. Her cute little mouth forms an O.

“Rhet Banner,” she gasps. I laugh as she sputters water and swats at my arm. “Rhet.” I let her go as she looks at me dripping wet.

“Sorry, not sorry,” I reply. Especially not since in my mind she just became the winner of a wet T-shirt competition.

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