Grumpy Cowboy (Single Dad Collection)
“He was still asleep when I dropped Joe and Ernie off at their house, but I talked to my mama. She said he’s doing pretty good. Mostly just bitching about his new, salt-restrictive diet.”
I smile over at him. “So back to his old self, then?”
“Yep. I’d say so.”
“I’ll stop by his house this afternoon to do my usual blood pressure check and assessment. Surely he’ll bitch at me about that, too.”
Rhett smirks and glances at me out of the corner of his eye. “I think it’s safe to say that’s a certainty.”
“So, what’s on the agenda today?”
“Your favorite,” he says. “Bull sperm collection.”
“Seriously?”
“I’m fuckin’ with you,” he retorts, and I shake my head on a giggle. “Though I know you could handle it, no problem, it’s not what needs to be done today. With the rodeo in Kanab coming up in less than a month, the big focus right now is on preppin’ and finishin’ up maintenance work in the barns and stables and doin’ a yearly overhaul on the lodge. We’re the biggest, closest stable to the arena in Kanab, so we get a huge influx of both people and animals when it rolls into town.”
“And I trust if it’s anything strenuous that you’re planning on wearing your brace and doing the stretches I taught you before you get started?”
“That depends.”
“On what?”
“What happens if I don’t wear my brace and do the stretches?” A rogue grin stretches across his face as he pulls the truck to a stop just outside of the stables.
“Trouble happens.” I narrow my eyes at him. “Big fat trouble.”
“Does this trouble include those glorious tits of yours in my mouth and you riding my cock?”
His blunt but incredibly dirty question catches me off guard.
It also turns me the fuck on.
“Oh my God. I can’t believe you just said that,” I respond, and my mouth is a half gape, half smile. “I kind of feel scandalized.”
Rhett is completely unfazed. “Well, I did say it, and you still didn’t answer my question, darlin’.”
“Well, cowboy, no brace and no stretching equals no tits. And no cock-riding.”
“Did you just say tits and cock, Dr. Leah? Out-fucking-loud?” he retorts. “Now, I feel scandalized.”
I reach out and playfully shove him in the shoulder. “I thought cowboys were too tough to feel scandalized?”
“We are,” he answers with a sexy grin. “And don’t you worry, darlin’, I’ll be following doctor’s orders today. If tits and cock-riding are on the table, you say jump and I’ll just ask how high?”
I snort at that. “If you’re jumping, you better have that damn brace on.”
“Of course you’d say that.” Rhett laughs, hops out of the truck, and rounds the front to open my door.
But the instant I’m out of my seat, he shuts the door and gently pushes my back against it.
He presses his hard, muscular body tight against mine, and then, he shocks the shit out of me by pressing a kiss to my lips.
I moan at the incredible feel of his warm mouth, and a familiar aching throb makes itself known between my legs.
Holy hot cowboys. Why does this always feel so good?
Everything about Rhett screams sex and temptation and orgasms and pleasure.
I can’t remember a single time in my life when I experienced this kind of desire for a man. It’s an intensity like I’ve never known. Never even knew existed.
And to think, we haven’t even had sex.
Good God. What will happen if we do have sex? Spontaneous combustion?
He groans and slides his fingers into my hair as his tongue begs entrance into my mouth.
My lips part without hesitation, and the instant he deepens the kiss, it feels like every nerve inside my body, nerves I didn’t even know I had, wakes up and starts begging for more.
More kissing.
More touching.
More everything if it involves him.
Spontaneous combustion risks be damned. I’ll risk it all!
But quicker than it started, he pulls away and rests his forehead against mine. “You drive me fuckin’ crazy.”
A raspy laugh escapes my throat, mingling with my panting breaths. “Yeah, well, you’re the one who started that.”
“I did, and I certainly don’t fuckin’ regret it.” He smirks down at me and reaches up to slide my hair behind my ear. “Now, if you don’t mind, I have to stretch out my leg and put my brace on so I can get to work.”
The man doesn’t waste any time.
Once he does all the stretches I taught him, he secures his brace over his leg, and I follow his lead over to the other side of the stables where a few of the ranch hands are busy with relocating big barrels of hay and chopping up logs.
Rhett grabs an ax, and when he starts chopping at a big tree trunk that’s twice my size, I’m shocked to silence over how insanely strong he really is.