Page 33 of Wasted Oil

"Please, Rhett.” I whimper making sure to stay quiet with my plea.

"I don’t want to hurt you.” He says with his tip back between my cheeks sliding in even further but ever so slowly letting me get adjusted to his size.

"Fuck. Rhett please I want more.” He thrusts hard with a growl making a slight scream escape me but a hand covers my mouth sealing anymore possible noise. My breathing becomes more ragged against his hand. Moans try to escape but only vibrate against skin.

He's moving faster now then leans against my back bringing his mouth to behind my ear slightly releasing his hand from my lips.

"I'm sssooo close Rhett."

"Not yet baby, hold it.”

My moans are now erratic and add that with trying to stay quiet, I’m dying here. I need to come and he knows it. My body starts to shake as my climax is on the brink of exploding. Deep down I've built the strength to match his rhythm throwing my ass back at the same pace that he is going.In seconds euphoric bliss, stars, flashing lights, the heat all of it hits me at once as I come so hard that I almost pass out, “Fuuuck!” He slaps his hand around my mouth once more keeping me quiet as he pounds himself into me bringing him to his finish. Give it to me, cowboy.

Reaching between my legs I slide my hand back cupping his balls, sending him into his release. Each thrust sloppy until he stills, grunting.

"Shit Mel.”

He says breathy, pulling out carefully before tackling me to the bed rolling us so that he is spooning me.

We don’t say anything to one another just letting the silence engulf us, our breathing matching one another in a slow race my eyelids already shutting.

With a soft kiss to the back of my head Rhett leans in closer to my ear whispering a goodnight.

Falling asleep, his arms wrapped tightly around me, his breathing lulling me to sleep in the process. That's how we spend the rest of the night, Naked wrapped in each other, sexually fulfilled and exhausted.

Chapter ten

“Didn’t peg you for a scaredy cat vaquero.”

Rhett

I'm not gonna say I had expectations sleeping with my best friend because that would make me a complete asshole, 80% more than I already am, but if I did they would be silenced.

I’m not sure where my head is currently after how our night ended and I’m not exactly sure when I fell asleep.

I laid there just staring at Mel facing me with her back to the ceiling and hair fanned out over the pillow behind her.

While we were in the truck, I was playing the part I had planned out, but the moment her lips were on mine I short circuited. From the fantasy I had of us in the back of my truck all those years ago finished playing out in my head.

A wave of deja vu hit me being here with that very person in the flesh. I was so sure of my intent from the start but the noise in my head was silent the moment we walked through the front door. Feelings felt blurred over with impulse instead of control, but I was still very much present through it all.

It almost feels unreal to the point I reached out tracing the features of her face. She’s always been beautiful but fuck is she sublime.

Pushing her hair away from her face, I see a faint scar on her cheek bone and I skim my finger over top. I’m not sure what causes me to lean over to lay a kiss like it will magically go away, but in doing so, I notice more markings that have marred her olive skin, all over her back.

With my eyebrows pinched together, I try to steady my breathing and calm the rage building deep within. I want to shake her awake and demand what the hell these are from or who? But when I glance a little more to her side on her ribs I notice a small tattoo and my anger dissolves, softening my face.

There, inked on her side are two dandelions- one being the actual flower and the other the weed breaking off and flowing like it would in the wind.

I glance back at her face and I see her looking so serene.

Instead of waking, her I laid back down, grabbed her hand in mine and rubbed my thumb back and forth, pressing my lips to them. Part of me held on tight because I thought this would all be a dream where I’d wake up and she’d been gone again.

When I finally fell asleep there were no flashbacks to make me stir in the night or dreams turning into nightmares waking me in shambles. I actually slept better than I can remember.

It’s nearly 6 am when I wake up in the same position I fell asleep in. Only this time instead of Mel’s hand,I was holding her. Sometime in the night she rolled over and I dragged her back to me.

I take a moment closing my eyes, pressing my nose to the back of her head taking in the smell of strawberry vanilla with a hint of whisky and smoke lingering from Jansens. Yesterday was a trip in itself, it felt as though time did and didn’t pass between us all as a group and I missed it.

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