The little bit of happiness he had … vanished.
“Because if I tell her what I really want, she’ll run back to the city.”
“You don’t know that. You never gave yourself the time to fall for her before. What’s to say that time won’t come around now, and it’s everything she ever wanted without even realizing it.” Buster slapped him on the back. “I mean, you asked her to come and she’s here right now for you.”
Rusty turned toward the door, and sure enough, there was his woman. Beautiful, serene, sexy, even in a summer dress that had faded a little. She stood out to him more than anyone else.
Buster let him go as she approached.
“Hello there, handsome. Would you like to have a dance?”
“What would your boyfriend say about that?” Rusty asked. He wanted to shoot himself for putting a label on their relationship.
Part of him expected her to run again. That’s why he couldn’t take this to the next level. For fear of her always running away. He couldn’t compete with the big city where she could hide and no one would know her business, or where she lived.
He loved living in a small town. Where his children would be safe and everyone knew each other.
“I would say you’re going to have to ask him.” She put her hand on his chest and leaned in close. “What do you say, boyfriend, care to dance with me? Your girlfriend.”
It was probably a shitty thing to do, but he placed a hand to her forehead, testing her temperature.
“You’re okay?”
“What are you doing?” she asked, laughing, and capturing his hand. “Stop it. I’m not ill.”
“You’ve also just called yourself my girlfriend. It makes a guy nervous.”
“You’re nervous. Please, you’re one of the strongest people I know. So, will you do me the honor of dancing with me?”
“The honor is all mine.” He took her hand, leading her onto the dance floor. There was a fast number playing, but how he felt right now, he wasn’t in the mood to go fast. No, in this moment, with her wanting to be his girlfriend, he held her close, and knew he never wanted to let her go.
Chapter Ten
A week later, Casey rolled over to find her man, Rusty, still sleeping. Rarely did she get a chance like this where she could just watch him. Most of the time, he was out of bed, making breakfast for her.
She paused and frowned for a second before returning her attention back to him. Rusty always did everything for her. Whenever they watched a movie, he’d let her pick, no matter how cheesy or girly it was.
All this time, this man had been right here. The perfect guy, and there was no denying just how perfect he was. He put up with everything from her, even down to not showing a real commitment.
Pushing the blanket aside, he rolled over a little, and his cock was already thick and hard.
“You’re telling me you’re not awake when you conveniently move like that.”
“I’m still in the land of nod. I’m getting used to having a mad stalker look at me like I’m something to eat.” He let out a growl, showing some teeth.
She couldn’t help but laugh.
“You’re not going to show your very hot and sexy boyfriend how much you want him?” he asked, giving his hips a wiggle.
Casey moved over him, straddling his waist and taking possession of his lips. “If I do, you’ve got to promise me to let me have my fun and you’ve got to stay perfectly still.” She took his hands and placed them around the poles of the headboard. “I’m the one in charge.”
“You know I don’t like it to work like that. I’m the one in charge and will always be.”
“You’re going to have to get used to it. I do. Unless you want someone else to suck your dick,” she said, whispering the words against his ear.
“Damn, now you just make it even harder for me to deny you.”
“Good, that is what I’m wanting to do.” She flicked her tongue across his ear before nibbling down his body, going to his neck. Sucking on his pulse, she nipped at his flesh and slid down his chest.
Going to each nipple, she teased him, wanting to drive him wild as he did her most days when he took the time with her. It was every single time together. Rusty was never in a rush and always told her she had a body he wanted to savor.
Kissing down to his cock, she hovered over him, waiting for him to give an instruction or to tell her what he wanted. When he did neither, she wrapped her fingers around the length, and flicked her tongue across the tip.
He let out a growl, and it only served to make her even more aroused.