Grumpy Cowboy (Single Dad Collection)

When I step into the bathroom, the sounds of the water fill my ears, and steam is already billowing toward the ceiling, and I realize she really wasn’t lying about almost getting ready to take a shower.

If this isn’t prime-fucking-timing, I don’t know what is.

Shower curtain pulled out of the way, I set Leah back to her feet beneath the warm spray of water, and I don’t even bother taking off my fucking clothes. Stepping right in with her, I kneel on my good knee, grip her ass with both of my big hands, and yank her bare pussy right toward my face.

“Rhett!” she shouts when my lips latch on to her clit, but that shout quickly turns into a moan when I slip my tongue inside her.

“Fuck, you taste like fuckin’ honey, darlin’,” I say, looking up at her.

Her lips are parted, her eyes are alight with heat and desire, and her breasts heave up and down with uneven breaths.

I reach up and grab her thick tits, rubbing my thumbs over the nipples in sync with the rhythm I’m sliding my tongue in and out of her.

My clothes are drenched and my cock aches like a motherfucker beneath my jeans, but I don’t let anything deter me from making her come.

Ladies first, fucking always. That’s the gentleman’s way.

Mouth around her clit again, I suck at the swollen bud and flick my tongue against the bundle of nerves until I feel and hear Leah’s body react.

Her legs shake and her breaths grow more ragged, and the second her fingers reach out to grip the damp material of my T-shirt, I know she’s close.

“That’s it, darlin’,” I whisper against her skin. “If you come on my tongue like a good girl, then I’ll let you come on my cock.”

It doesn’t take long before she’s shouting my name, and her pussy clenches and vibrates against my mouth. And I don’t hesitate to watch her catch fire, to watch the way her orgasm makes her eyes fall closed and her lips part even farther. Or the way her breasts push forward and her hips jerk toward my face.

I don’t miss a single reaction of her body.

This has become my favorite fucking thing to see.

And thankfully, since I’m the one who gets to make her feel this way, it’ll be etched in my memory until the end of time, a sight to see even if I turn up blind.

July 30th, Friday

Rhett

“C’mon, darlin’,” I encourage with a hand toward Leah.

She looks up at me, her eyes glancing between me and my horse Sonny. “What do you mean, come on? I can’t just jump up. I don’t know if you noticed, but I’m not exactly known for athleticism.”

“What? You mean to tell me you’ve decided you’re a hamster person after all?”

“I didn’t say that, but this is a new horse. It’s not Saunders. We have to start the whole get to know you process over again.” She glares, and I chuckle.

“Well, this is my horse, and we’ve known each other for years. Since I’m going to be the one controlling him, it’s all good, darlin’. All you’ve got to do is give me your hand, and I’ll do the rest of the work.”

Leah huffs, crosses her arms, and stares out toward the distance.

“I won’t let you fall. Promise.”

“You swear?”

“Swear.” I make a little cross over my heart. She uncrosses her arms, huffs out another breath, but doesn’t make any move to follow my lead. “Just so you know, we’re losin’ daylight, and the surprise I have for ya involves the sun.”

She scrunches up her nose. “There’s a surprise involved?”

“Sure is.” I wink down at her. “And it’s a good one, too.”

Her top teeth dig into her bottom lip. “And you promise you won’t let me fall on my ass?”

“If you fall on your ass, I give you full permission to kick me directly in mine with a pair of those pointy-fucking heels you love so much.”

On a deep inhale and exhale, Leah steps forward and puts her soft hand into mine. Without delay, I pull her up and behind me, carefully instructing her on when to grip ahold of Sonny and when to swing her leg over the saddle. Doubled up like this, she’s got to sit behind the saddle on just the pad, with the cantle in between us, but I know Sonny’ll take care of us both.

She lets out a relieved giggle once she’s safely in her seat and wraps her arms around my waist. “You are so lucky you didn’t drop me, cowboy, because I already knew the shoes I was going to wear to kick your ass.”

That spurs a chuckle to pop from my lungs, and when I tap my heel to Sonny’s side, he begins a controlled trot away from the barn and toward the dirt path that leads to the back entrance of Dixie National Forest.