“Nope.”
“Not surprising, for a city guy like you. Let me teach you.”
It was getting tiring having Sarah always have to show me how to do things, but I was in her world and that was just how it was going to have to be. If she was ever to fly in one of my private jets, I’d be glad to show her how to fly one. I laughed under my breath at the thought. I was never going to be able to show Sarah my jets, I wouldn’t even be able to tell her who I really was. As soon as the trial came, I would go back to my world and never see Sarah, Sid or my friends at the ranch ever again. It was the sad truth of my situation.
“Sorry, I’m not really the best ranch hand in the world, am I?” I laughed.
“You know what, I don’t think knowing how to do everything makes someone good at working on the ranch. I think being willing to let others show you and humble enough to know when you need to learn is much more important,” her warm smile had my full attention but then she gently put her hand on my arm and my body also stood at attention for her.
My blood pumped quickly to my throbbing member and I swiftly moved my arms to cover the evidence that I was aroused. Simply sitting and watching Sarah start a fire had my body throbbing. Well, actually it had likely been the look in her eyes and the touch of her hand, but I knew I couldn’t control how much she excited me. Or maybe it was that I hadn’t had sex in over three months. My body longed to feel the explosion of pleasure that a woman could bring.
Sarah quickly had the fire going and then stood there looking at me. I looked back at her, wondering what it was she was waiting for. Did she see the excitement in my pants? Was she waiting for me to comment on why I was so damn excited by her?
“Your pants,” she said firmly as she held out her hand. “We need to dry them.”
Oh, shit.
The thick fabric of my jeans was the only thing preventing my pulsing member from springing to attention and showing Sarah just how much I longed for her. I couldn’t exactly take them off and just stand there in my wet boxers; it would expose me too much.
“I’ll set up the tents and then you can have them,” I offered.
“No, just hand them to me now. They will need time to dry and it would be better for us to get that started right away.”
Panic rushed through me at the thought of being exposed, being vulnerable. I looked at Sarah and then at her hand that was outstretched. She was so firm in her request. In the outside world, I would have simply said no and went about setting up the tents. But then again, in the outside world I wouldn’t have been jumping into a river and getting my pants wet in the first place. In the outside world, I wouldn’t have a hard on simply from a woman touching my hand. Nothing about my old life applied to that moment and I had to think of some other solution to avoid the embarrassment that was quickly becoming a reality.
“How about I just set my tent up real quick?” I said as I grabbed the tent from the pile of our things and walked toward where I wanted to put it up.
Sarah grabbed the tent from my hand and threw it onto the ground. She pulled me close to her and looked me in the eyes as her hands started to unbutton my jeans. I didn’t know what she was doing, but I knew I had to stay right there and see where this was leading.
“I said to give me your wet pants,” she said with a grin.
Chapter Eight
Sarah
His body was hard; I could tell as my hands started to unzip his pants. That was why he had been trying to avoid handing his wet jeans over to me. It was flattering, and I desperately wanted to let my hand run up and down his body. But I restrained myself. I still didn’t know enough about Garrett to be throwing myself at him, but in order to learn more, I was perfectly fine with teasing him a little bit.
My hands purposely moved slow as I looked him in the eyes. It was more fun than I had ever had teasing a man. Garrett seemed shocked that I was standing there and even more shocked that my hands were pulling at the button and zipper to his pants.
My normal demeanor around men didn’t let me flirt like I was at that moment. I had to pretend like I was full of confidence while I held his gaze and refused to look away. He was the one who had started this whole flirting thing and I wasn’t going to let him win our little battle of flirting.
“I should put the tent up,” Garrett said quietly.
I knew he didn’t believe what he was saying any more than I did. Plus, it was too late for him to be modest. I had his manhood only inches away from my fingers. He had been all masculine and in control when he wanted to kiss me, but now that I was standing there seemingly ready and waiting for him, Garrett was getting cold feet.
“I’m a big girl, I can handle what’s going on here,” I said as I pressed his pants down.
He reached around back and helped and soon his pants were on the ground. Slowly I leaned over to grab them, knowing very well that my mouth would be so close to his throbbing body that all he would be able to think about was what I would feel like wrapped around him. The moment was sensual as I looked up at him from my bent over position and he let out a barely audible grunt at the sight of me.
“Sorry,” he said as I grabbed his pants and let my eyes gaze on his boxers.
Garrett was definitely excited to be there with me. But it surprised me that he was so worked up after jumping in the water. That didn’t really seem like a sexy thing for him to be doing. I didn’t care though. I liked that Garrett was turned on by
me. It was exhilarating to know that there were still good-looking men in the world that could find a strong woman attractive.
In New York, there were two types of women; strong, business-minded women and waitresses who wanted to make it on Broadway. Of course, there were other types somewhere in the middle, but I could have sworn every bar my girlfriends and I went to was filled with the flirty bombshells. I didn’t have a thing against the flirty women, I just hated that all the strong men gravitated toward them. It was like they were afraid of strong women. It was fun to try and be that sexy flirty type of woman, even if it was only for a few moments.
“I’m going to set these here to dry, now you can set the tent up if you’d like,” I teased him.