Page 122 of Opposites (Never) Attract
“To fuck her real good!” I shouted back.
“Okay, let’s not tell Carter that,” I heard Ethan say.
“Tag!” Sunshine screamed as we walked down the foyer. “What. The. Hell?”
“Just some ridiculous cowboy nonsense,” I told her, slapping her ass to keep her still while I opened the front door.
It was then that I found myself in a dilemma. I wasn’t going to be able to carry her all the way back to the cabin. But if I put her on one of the ATVs, would she stay there?
She was going to need incentive.
“Baby,” I said, as I walked around the house to the garage. “If I promise to make it worth your while, will you get behind me on this ATV and let me take you homewhere we can drink this champagne and I swear I will make you come so hard you’ll think you’ve gone blind?”
“A person can’t go blind from an orgasm,” she said, like I’d stated a fact incorrectly.
“I can give it my best shot,” I told her. “You going to be a good girl?”
“Fine.”
I put her down, and when she looked up at me, I could see she was mad. But not that mad.
“Everyone’s going to know,” she said, like everyone didn’t already know. She’d spent the last three nights in my cabin.
“You just pulled off the impossible,” I told her, taking her chin between my fingers. “And you and I both know what that means. You’re going to leave soon, darlin, and I just…I want as much time with you as I can possibly have. Alone.”
She lifted that imperious eyebrow of hers. “You could have just said that.”
“My way was easier,” I said.
“Can I drive?”
“No.”
“Please?” she whined. “I can do it.”
I was a goner. An absolute goner. I took a step back and made a motion with the champagne bottle for her to get on first. She clapped excitedly, then got on. I straddled the seat behind her and held on for dear life as she drove us back to my cabin.
Yeah. Undoubtedly, a goner.
When we got backto the cabin, it was empty. Quiet. I put the champagne bottle on the table and went to find glasses that might suit. For sure, we did not have flutes or whatever you were supposed to drink it out of.
“So, Pop’s still in Florida?”
“Until next week, he told me. Waiting on contractors.”
“I’m not going to be able to say goodbye then,” she said. There was something wistful and sad in her voice when she said it.
“Maybe you guys can set up a Zoom call and play chess or something?” I told her, feeling my own wistful and sad. Fuck. Did we even have wine glasses? I looked through every cupboard and every glass was made out of plastic or was a thermos cup. Nothing good enough for her goddamn champagne.
“Are you okay?” she asked.
“Fine,” I said, shutting a cupboard door. “It’s just every fucking glass we have is bullshit.”
“I don’t need fancy glasses,” she said.
“Well, you sure as fuck deserve fancy glasses,” I snapped. She saved the goddamn ranch. The whole town. My livelihood and all I had was hand me down junk.
And didn’t that say it all? This whole time I knew she was too fucking good for me. That she deserved better, and here came this bottle of champagne to remind me that I’d broken my own damn rules and gotten attached when I had nothing to offer her. I was a man meant for leaving.
