Page 83 of All the Right Things

“That’s it, baby. I’m going to…” I can’t even finish my sentence before I start spurting down her throat.

My toes curl so hard I feel like I’m about to get a cramp.

I feel bad for not giving her more warning before exploding in her mouth, but the way she’s smiling at me after swallowing it down makes me think she doesn’t mind.

“Damn, baby. Where the fuck did you learn how to do that?” I ask. “Nevermind. Don’t tell me. I don’t know that I want to know.”

Her laugh fills the air as she gets comfortable next to me. “Oh, don’t get jealous. I haven’t had that much practice. I read a lot of romance novels. I take notes.”

“Whatever it is, I highly approve. I’ll buy you a whole library if you keep doing that. Time to return the favor,” I say, moving toward her.

But she puts her hand on my shoulder. “Hang on, stud. I’m out of commission for a few days. That time of the month.”

“Let me get this straight. You just woke me up with the best blowjob I’ve ever had with no intention of getting anything in return? I’m convinced you are the perfect woman.”

She smiles. “Far from it. But glad you think so.”

“And for the record, I don’t mind if it is that time of the month. We can go in the shower and fuck right now.”

“You’re sweet, but I just feel bloated and gross and just not in the mood.”

“Fair enough. But just know, when you’re feeling better, I’m going to give you so many orgasms you won’t be able to walk.”

“Don’t threaten me with a good time, cowboy.”

We both laugh, and I pull her close.

“What do you want to do today, beautiful?” I ask.

She lays her head on my chest. “Hmm…” She thinks for a moment. ‘What would you typically be doing on a Saturday? If you weren’t working on the ranch, and you had a day to do whatever you want, what would you do?”

“Easy. I’d go fishing,” I say.

“Well then, let’s go fishing.” She says matter-of-factly.

I look at her in confusion. “You want to go fishing?”

“Sure. Why not?”

“Just doesn’t seem like your type of thing.”

She shrugs. “Jonas, all I used to do is read and paint, and honestly, I can’t even remember the last time I picked up a brush. Maybe it’s time I find some new hobbies. Besides, this is something that you like. I’m willing to give it a try.”

“Well, okay then, grab your boots and baseball cap.”

She laughs. “Not this again.”

She slowly slides out of bed to get dressed, and I watch every move of her sexy body. And she wants to go fishing with me?

I’m the luckiest bastard in the whole damn world.

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“It’s so beautiful out here,” Andi says, sitting on the dock of the lake back behind the ranch.

“It sure is,” I reply, but I’m gazing at her rather than the landscape around us.

She’s wearing a tank top under a light, zip-up sweatshirt, a pair of faded blue jeans, and her Converse sneakers. Her hair is down and wild but contained under one of my baseball caps. And she completes the look with her oversized aviator sunglasses.

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