Page 63 of Belong With Me

Chapter Twenty - One

Ryder

Watching Sienna try clothes on would be something I’d describe as being akin to torture. Especially when she decided to put on a pair of tiny denim shorts. At first, I was enjoying the view as she strutted over and spun to give me a proper look at the way the material grabbed her in all the right places.

She was close enough I was able to reach out and slip my hands into the pockets that were positioned on her shapely ass. But then she bent over, and they crept up her thighs to reveal the bottom of her ass and I felt like one of those damn sideshow clowns at the carnival.

I alternated between swiveling my head from side to side, to make sure no one was looking at my woman, and gaping at the sight of her ass right in front of me. Finally, I couldn’t take it anymore and I stood behind her to make sure no one else could see what was mine. Once she realized what I was doing, she laughed at me. “What’s wrong, cowboy? You don’t like them?” She spun toward the mirror, moving her hips back and forth in such a way that I had to hold myself back from groaning aloud. “I like them. They make my ass look great.”

Fuck yes, they did. “You know damn well I’m not standing here because I don’t like them,” I whispered in her ear. All I could think as she walked away was how I wanted to follow her into that change room and have her bend over in the exact same way she just had. The only difference being, that instead of wearing that scrap of material that was overpriced and overestimated as shorts on her ass, they’d be around her knees and I’d be deep inside her.

I was in trouble. So much trouble.

“Hey, Ryder.”

Spinning, I spotted who had called out my name. Austin, a guy who was in the same class at school as Van, Logan, and me, was approaching from the register, with a bag full of God knew what. “Hey, man. What’re you up to?”

“Not much. The store has been a bit quiet lately, but I guess that’s what happens when a big brand chain opens up in the next town over.”

His parents ran the only stock and fodder type shop in Belle Springs and had done so for three generations. We got all our needs from there. “That’s no good. Hopefully things pick up for you.”

“Me too. Anyway, say hi to Savannah for me. It’s been a hot minute since I’ve seen her in town.”

“Sure thing,” I replied and watched as he headed out the door. I wouldn’t be telling Savannah anything. Austin was an even bigger flirt than Colton. So far, I’d managed to keep both my sisters away from him.

“Ready to go?”

Looking over my shoulder, I saw Sin had returned with a number of coat hangers loosely hung over her arm. “Absolutely.’’ I was most certainly ready to get out of there.

After collecting the boots she’d chosen earlier, we headed to the cash register. I almost had a heart attack when the attendant mentioned the total of her shopping expedition. Sienna, however, just handed over a black credit card with a smile and we were on our way.

I was just out of the shower after the day with my woman in town, reminiscing about her happily trying on the many pairs of shoes like a kid on Christmas morning.

I was glad when she’d settled on a pair of Ariat boots, much like the ones the girls wore. She had picked up some more casual clothes, jeans, and a few shirts. And I was a goner as she jokingly tried on her hat, stating that she needed one of her own.

Now, I certainly wasn’t against the whole pencil skirt and silk shirt thing, but damn if that wasn’t tempting as fuck every time I saw her. I was hoping the jeans and boots look might make it a little less so.

Who was I kidding? I wasn’t hoping that at all! But the thought was there, wasn’t it? Nope, now I’d made myself into a liar.

I was running a towel through my hair when I heard a knock. Quickly, I wrapped the towel around my waist and opened the door.

My mind went completely blank at what I saw.

Sin stood in the doorway, one hand wrapped around the door frame, the other pressed against her cocked hip.

I could see that hip.

I could see everything.

She was wearing her new hat, and a piece of sheer red fabric that only covered the bare essentials. Literally, the only parts of her I couldn’t see were the ones I wanted to see. Those I wanted to taste.

My eyes locked onto her chest first. I was a man after all. With her breasts almost spilling out of the lacy cups, how was I even supposed to look anywhere else?

As I slowly lowered my gaze, I saw the fabric split near her ribs. I even caught a peekaboo glance at her belly button.

Heaven awaited me a little lower, but it was covered with a tiny excuse for underwear. It matched the fabric that was making a very poor, albeit welcome attempt to cover any part of her at all.

Christ. This woman was everything I didn’t know I needed.

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