Page 61 of Ace of Spades
“Because I knew you wouldn’t shut up about it until I did.”
“Oh, please. You’re just intimidated by my god-like body, I bet that’s the reason you didn’t want to do this in the first place!”
“Anyways,” I interject, bringing my attention back to the camera.
An arm wraps around my shoulders—a very shirtless, very beautiful arm.
“Come down to Hidden Creek Ranch. We sure know how to have a good time around here, and we guarantee you will too,” Weston charms the camera, offering a smile worthy of dropping panties.
“That was golden,” Chelsea laughs, stopping the recording and handing me my phone as Weston removes his arm. “Youhaveto post it!”
“Wait, no—I want a redo,” Chance whines. “That’s not fair!”
“Well, technically we’ve only got six followers so far, if that makes it any better,” I chuckle, posting the video on the Ranch’s social media page and adding a caption about bookings being open.
“I’m going back to the trailer, I’m going to work on the website some more as soon as I get all of these posted.”
“Sounds good, let me know if you need anything else,” Chelsea tells me.
I worked through the evening, skipping dinner entirely to get the website up and running after a long video call with Ava, where she spent half of the time bugging me with questions about Chance. At least I would get to see her at the rodeo next weekend.
I shut my laptop, satisfied with the work that I had done tonight. Other than a few minor details, I have everything set up, complete with an aesthetic landing page showcasing the scenery around the ranch and a details page highlighting the different packages, advertising the possibilities for any occasion. I even added a section listing photos and fun facts about each of the horses that would be available to ride during their stay.
I had to give myself a pat on the back for how it came out, especially considering that it was my first time ever doing so for a business. Advertising a business was different from showcasing my own brand, and I loved everything about it. More thananything, I wanted to show the world the potential that this place had.
Dread left a sinking feeling in my gut as I thought about my dad’s plans for the resort, undoubtedly with a much higher marketing budget. The only thing that worked in our favor was the fact that they hadn’t even begun development on their facilities yet, but once that happened, I knew the competition would have a massive impact on the ranch.
Even worse, I had yet to tell the guys about my dad’s plans to tear down the trailer park. I knew that they all fully planned on buying it back at some point, and hearing that it would be demolished in the near future would not be easy on them. I knew that I should be the one to tell them, to at least give them a heads up. I just hadn’t found the right time, and I didn’t have it in me right now.
They had just started to see me as one of their own. I was still my dad’s daughter, after all, even though I hadn’t spoken to him since moving into Hidden Creek Ranch. I didn’t have anything to say to him right now, not until he was willing to hear me out. That is, if he ever would.
I let out a sigh, dropping down onto my bed and pulling out my phone, opening it to the video I had posted earlier. The views were piling in, and it was pretty close to going viral even just after a few hours. I mean, I couldn’t really blame the people—who didn’t love a couple of hot cowboys.
I lay the phone on my chest, closing my eyes as I think back to earlier. Weston had been a sight to behold in the dim bedroom last night, but in the light of day? There weren’t enough words to do him justice, the way the sun had glinted off of thesheen of sweat coating his skin, and the way he had thrown those bales around as if they had weighed close to nothing. I wondered what it would be like to be thrown around by him like that…
The throbbing growing between my legs tells me that my body would be completely on board with the idea. Up until last night, I had always found sex bland and unsatisfactory. With Brad, I had faked orgasms more often than not just to get it over with.
But with Weston? He had gotten me off not once, but twice, one time with nothing but his fingers. That hadneverhappened to me before. I hadn’t been able to stop thinking about it, but I didn’t have the courage to admit that I wanted to do it again.
We had said it was a one-time thing, so why did I want more than anything to do it again? It hadn’t even been a full day and I was already craving more, like he had somehow wedged himself under my skin and I couldn’t get enough.
The problem was, I refused to admit that to him. I knew I was stubborn, but I used it as a way to save face. I hated admitting defeat, it wasn’t in my nature. My competitive side made it to where I always needed to stay on top, to be the one in control.
But if there was ever a time that I had been tempted to give in, it was now. Maybe I could just settle for the next best thing…
I sit up, scooting my way across the bed and into my bedside storage compartment, digging through it until I find what I’m looking for.
“Gypsy, I’m going to need you to get down for a minute please,” I tell her, the little princess just staring at me from her spot on my pillow without moving an inch.
“Gypsy, get down,” I tell her, pointing to the steps leading down to the main living quarters.
Again, nothing.
“Ugh, you’re such a diva,” I mutter, getting down from the bed and walking to the couch. I can still feel Gypsy’s curious little eyes on me as I get settled.
“Oh my gosh, look away!” I tell her, getting back up to shut the curtain to the makeshift bedroom, hiding my vibrator behind my back as if she knew what it was. When I’m certain I have some privacy, I lie back down on the couch, grabbing a blanket and pulling it over me as an added security measure.
I turn the toy to a low setting, closing my eyes as I lift the waistband of my athletic shorts and slowly lower it inside. I let the images of Weston flow through my mind, his chiseled features as his face hovered over mine, his soft lips as he kissed down my body. His talented fingers, and how he had managed to find that spot inside of me with expert precision.
