Page 19 of Forever in the Country

The kitchen smells like fresh-baked cookies, and a smile instantly graces my lips. The housealwayssmells like something sugary and delicious—much like it’s owner.

Her purse and phone are on the counter, and it’s quiet except for Rhea’s soft feminine voice and a low hum coming from the back bedroom.

What the…

My brain stutters on that thought until a soft moan sounds from down the hall.

The one that leads to Rhea’s bedroom.

Swallowing, I move closer, silently avoiding every creak in the hardwood as my heart pounds in my chest.

I shouldn’t be doing this but I just—

“Oh yes!Oh God yes! Sorren, please.”

Rhea’s moans grow louder and I can’t turn away and I can’t wait any longer. Putting my hand on the doorknob, the metal feels cool as I turn it and push the door open.

Oh shit.

Oh shit.

I sit up on a gasp—my heart racing faster than any amount of cardio could produce—and drag my hands down my face.

A dream.

A goddamn fucking dream.

I woke up before my mind could conjure her naked and spread out for me on her bed, but it felt so real—her moans and my name on her lips.

Fuck.

My dick strains against my boxer briefs to the point of pain, and I already hate myself for what I’m about to do. I hadn’t gotten to see her last night. She’d left soon after showing up at Vetted Paws, claiming she was tired and would see me later.

She hadn’t responded to my texts last night, and apparently my mind needed no help summoning dreams of her.

Hot fucking dreams.

Throwing the sheets back, my feet hit the carpet, and it’s a short walk to the bathroom in what used to be Waylon’s trailer. My calf is tight but no more than any other day.

My steps are silent as I move through the space.

Light on.

Water on.

Do not look in the mirror.

The last one I repeat again to myself before stepping in under the spray and immediately taking my dick in my hand. I don’t even stop the images from coming as I grip myself harder and stroke from base to head.

Rhea spread out on the bed is like a goddamn movie in my mind. One hand cupping her perfect tit while the other works the vibrator between her legs. She moans and I can hear that sweet fucking rasp as she says my name, begs me to join her, but I like seeing her like this.

I like knowing just the idea of me can get her off.

Dips and valleys I want to drag my tongue over, pretty pink nipples I want to nip and lavish with my mouth, and the perfect curve of her hips that I want to sink my fingers in as I thrust into her over and over.

My movements are controlled even as my pace increases, but inside I’m anything but. The intensity of my release is brutal as it paints the wall of the shower.

Dropping my head back, I stare up at the ceiling and blow out a breath. This never happened before—well, not until recently—and there was a fucking reason. I couldn’t look at Rhea like that so I didn’t.

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