Crazy Sexy Love (Dirty Dicks 1)
My night with Rhett.
An entire night with him—in his bed without having to be quiet for fear my dad will hear or Coop will walk in.
I grin, picturing Rhett’s face when I tell him we’ll get to spend the night together. When I mentioned to Sharon that we were going to drive to Houston and back in the same day, she insisted on staying with Dad so we could have the night to ourselves. No way I was turning that down.
“I will.”
I give Tess a quick hug and rush home to make sure Sharon has everything she needs. It’s four o’clock before I pull into Coop’s driveway. The truck is gone, but I know Rhett is home because he was expecting me to drop by after work.
The front door opens before I make it to the porch. Duke and Diesel bound down the stairs, and I squat down and brace myself as they pummel into me. They tackle me to the ground, peppering me with kisses. When I’m able to break free, I look up to see Rhett standing in the doorway, his hands latched on the top of the door frame, and a swarm of butterflies takes flight in my stomach.
He laughs as I struggle to push the boys off so I can stand up. I brush the grass from my shorts and walk toward him, stopping on the top step of the porch. He lifts a brow, but I refuse to go any farther because I know what’ll happen if he gets his hands on me.
“Go pack a bag.”
His brow creases. “What?”
“Sharon is staying with my dad tonight. Tess is taking care of Animal Haven. We’ve got the night to ourselves.”
Amusement drains from his face. “You’re serious?”
“I wouldn’t joke about something like this. I was kind of hoping we could drive to Houston tonight, you could show me around your house, and maybe we could grab dinner at your favorite restaurant.”
Stepping over the threshold, Rhett pulls me into his arms. “Or, I could have you for dinner,” he whispers in my ear.
The promise of sex thickens the air. “That works too.”
Rhett rushes inside to pack a bag, but not without giving me a heated kiss and slap on the ass for not telling him sooner.
We decide to take my truck so the dogs can ride with us. Once we’re all piled in, I toss the keys to Rhett and sit my ass in the passenger seat. With the windows down, radio up, and Rhett’s hand resting on my thigh, we make the short trip to Houston.
I must doze off somewhere along Interstate 45, and by the time Rhett nudges me in the arm to wake me up, we’re pulling down a long gravel drive.
“Hey, sleepyhead.”
Yawning, I stretch in my seat and crane my neck out the window for a better look. “Why did you let me fall asleep? I was looking forward to some alone time with you.”
“Figured I’d let you rest up now because we’ll have plenty of alone time, and I’m going to utilize every second of it.”
The wicked grin on his face causes a tingling between my legs, and I have to look away. If Rhett ever figures out the full extent of the effect he has on me, I’m screwed.
A log house comes into view. “This is your place?”
“Welcome to Casa de Rhett.” He puts the truck in park, gets out, and walks around to my side. He opens the door and helps me out before releasing the dogs. They must be excited to be home, because they both fly across the yard, Diesel grabbing a red ball he finds on his way to the front porch.
“It’s even more spectacular in person.”
“You’ve seen my house?” Rhett takes my hand, leading me up the front walk.
“Coop used to show me pictures. I feel like I was here with you when you were remodeling it. Every step of the way he would tell me
what you were working on and how the project was progressing. I was so damn proud of you, Rhett. Still am.”
We stop in front of a set of ornate wooden doors.
“For what? Renovating a house?”
“Not just for renovating the house—although I am proud that you were able to do the work. It’s more than that. You’ve done all the things you always wanted to. Look at you…you’re a three-time world champion bull rider. You’ve got more endorsements than most bull riders even dream about, a modeling career, and your own home.”