Page 4 of Ranch Life At Heart
Rosy, Daphne, and I went to the same elementary and middle school. I’m surprised she didn’t recognize me. Although, I look nothing like I did three decades ago. Or maybe she left a bigger impression on me than I did on her, who knows?
She still has the same hair color and style, along with her stormy gray eyes. Life might have left its impression on her in the form of small wrinkles around the eyes, a gray hair here and there, but nothing major. All while I, on the other hand, don’t have a buzz cut anymore. My hair is long, wild and untamed, just like my beard. Gray is more prominent in my beard, but I don’t give a fuck.
I know for a fact sweet Rosy is also a rancher by heart. I might not have returned home for the past two decades, but my father did keep me up to date about everything that went on in this town, including the ins and outs of the Lavern ranch.Nothing from the last few months, but I’m here now to see for myself.
Rosy keeps singing as her eyes drift back to mine. I polish off my beer and ask for another one, wondering if tonight might be when I finally get a taste of what my teenage self was trying to figure out all those decades ago. I’m not ashamed to say this female was the first who kicked off my wet dreams.
I’m on my fourth beer when both Daphne and Rosy dance to the bar for another round of cocktails. A guy wraps his arm around Daphne and she instantly leans into him.
“Jason,” Rosy cheerfully addresses the man. “You’re early.”
The man only nods in Rosy’s direction with a quick smile before he fully focuses back on Daphne who is clawing at his shirt.
“You might want to go home first if you want your husband naked.” Rosy chuckles.
Jason snickers and catches his wife’s wrist before she can shove her hand down his pants. “Going home now. Need us to drop you off first, Rosy?”
Deciding it’s now or never, I step closer and touch Rosy’s arm to get her attention as I lean in to answer her previous question. “I don’t shave, darlin’.”
She sucks in a breath as she pulls back and stares at me. Her lips slightly part and I see her eyes dilate with pure, unbridled lust.
Rosy turns to her friends and announces, “You two can go home. I’m gonna have sex with this guy.”
Well then, I guess that’s settled. I smirk down at the woman who is now seriously rubbing her hands in glee.
Daphne narrows her eyes at me. “Name?”
I’m about to give her mine when Rosy places her fingers over my lips. “Nooooo. I’m having a one-night stand without messy getting to know you shit, Daphne. Go. I’m old enough to handle my own shit.” She turns to face me. “You’re not a serial killer, or a freaky guy who wants to lock me up in his basement to make me his sex-slave, are you?”
The corner of my mouth twitches under her fingertips and I murmur, “No, ma’am.”
“See?” She beams at her friends.
“I’m staying next-door at the bed and breakfast,” I tell her friends. “Checked in before I headed here.”
“Thanks,” Jason states and offers me his hand.
Daphne stumbles closer and grits, “You better not hurt her, or I’ll track you down and burn you alive so all that’s left are tiny pieces of bones I can scatter up and down the highway.”
“Oooookay, creepy and way too much of a visual impression. Makes me think you thought it through a lot of times.” Rosy snickers. “Go. I’ll be fine.”
She turns to hand her card over to the bartender and settles the bill. A few minutes later we’re out the door and heading for my room.
CHAPTER THREE
– ROSETTE –
A giggle flows from me. Hot damn, I can’t remember the last time I felt this giddy and carefree. Our fingers are linked, and he smells so freaking good as I follow him into his room. He locks the door behind us and lets go of my hand.
I can tell he wants to say something, but I’m not in the mood for some regular chitchat. Placing my hands on his chest, I slide them under his leather jacket and push it off his shoulders. The grin he gives me makes my belly flop.
“We’re overdressed,” I tell him. “We both need to be naked for what comes next.”
His voice is husky and filled with promise when he asks, “What comes next, darlin’? What do you crave most? My cock, my mouth, or my fingers?”
My breathing slows. It’s hard to think when there’s such a delightful offer on the table.
It’s why I state, “All, please. Mouth and fingers first. Then I want to ride your dick. I want lots of orgasms and I don’t mind if I need to rub my own clit to get them. You’re welcome to more than one yourself too…the night is still young and all. Oh. I could totally offer you the same options. Well, not the cock part. Pussy, mouth, or my fingers. I’ve heard shoving a finger up a guy’s ass to rub the prostate can give added pleasure.”
