Page 67 of Second Chance with the Rancher
It came, and it took her breath away. He tasted like weed and bacon, but she didn’t mind. The kiss deepened, but not to where they took their clothes off.
Once they broke their lip lock, he peeled away, finished the joint that he’d been keeping precariously tucked behind her back, then undressed.
“You were serious about going for a swim?” she asked, opening up her lemonade again and taking a sip.
“Dead serious,” he said, dropping his jeans to the earth, followed by his boxers. His cock wasn’t quite the granite-hard column of love she’d experienced earlier, but it wasn’t a shriveled, over-cooked breakfast sausage, either. He was sitting at what she’d had ex-boyfriends affectionately refer to as a half-chub.
He pulled off his shoes and socks, then he was gloriously naked as he casually sauntered his fine ass over to the sandy beach that was below the grassy bank.
“It’s the perfect swimming hole spot,” he said. “Best one of the four cabins. Each place has something unique about it. This one has the swimming hole, the first one has a few apple trees, the next one from here has a small waterfall, and of course, the one on the hill has the view and the sunset.”
“I love that,” she said, unable to pull her eyes from his butt. They were Krazy glued to his tight, round, full derriere. She was jealous of such a nice ass. Meanwhile, hers was flat as a pancake.
He turned around, smiled a cocky smile at her, then spun back around and dove in, disappearing into the inky black water that gurgled and bubbled lazily over the smooth rocks.
Where was he?
Fear crept up her spine like a demon’s claw scrambling for purchase on the edge of a cliff, and she raced down to the sandy beach, searching the water for a sign of him.
“Nate!” she called out, about to run into the river after him, her cast be damned. But just as she lifted her foot to run into the water, he popped up like a porpoise, his skin glistening in the muted moonlight.
“You okay, Minx?” he asked, his smile cheeky as he sauntered toward her, dripping, chiseled and causing her heart to hammer against her chest hard enough to break a rib.
She exhaled, then shoved his shoulder when he got close enough. “I thought you’d been swept away, or drowned, or were attacked by rabid beavers or something.” Shamelessly, her eyes drifted down his rippling torso to the patch of trimmed hair between his legs, and what was not at all “shriveled” or “turtled” in her opinion. Her eyes widened, and she swallowed.
“Just cooling off,” he said, reaching for her hand. “I’m a strong swimmer, no need to worry about me. But I like that you were, anyway.” His head dipped, and he brushed his mouth over hers in a searing but brief kiss. “You feeling that lemonade, yet?”
She hadn’t been a second ago when she was overcome with fear for his life, but now that she’d calmed down a little and that viper between his legs looked like it was preparing to strike, she was feeling the lemonade. And it was making her feel pretty good.
Scraping her top teeth over her bottom lip, she looked up at him with her best sexy doe eyes. “I think I am.” Her hand made its way down his wet torso, through the damp patch of wiry hair and she took his cock in her hand, stroking him and feeling him grow and get warmer with each brush of her fingers.
Nate growled, dropped his mouth to her neck, and nipped it softly. “Not here, Minx.”
“Why? Are there cameras or wolves?”
He snorted, took her hand and led her over to where he’d neatly stashed his clothes. “You’re a lady and you deserve to be spread out on a bed and worshipped, not forced to scramble for an orgasm on the cold, wet rocks.” She could see his teeth from his wily smile, glimmer in the moonlight. “At least, not this time. But I would like to bend you over a hay bale or have you straddle me on a tractor.” Grabbing his clothes, he kept a firm grip on her hand, and together they walked back toward the path.
He didn’t seem to care a lick that he was naked, or that his feet were bare, and the fact that he didn’t, that he was so comfortable in his own skin and being nude turned her on. Even though she knew she was fit and had no reason to be insecure about her figure, she still was.
She always compared herself to the other younger, tighter, prettier dancers who would join the team. Some of them had natural curves, great butts you could rest a glass of wine on like a shelf, and the most enviable cleavage imaginable. So when they were forced to strip down to nothing in the changing rooms between sets, Mieka felt the unfavorable tingles of inferiority and insecurity with her long legs, flat butt and barely-there chest.
To line her and her sisters all up in a row, she was definitely the odd one out. The other four had curves, tits, and asses, while Mieka often felt like a twelve-year-old boy. Gangly and long-limbed, but otherwise unremarkable.
They had to go single-file for a bit as they made their way up the hill and riverbank toward the cabin. But Mieka wasn’t complaining, the tight butt in front of her was a welcomed view. She ached to reach out and bite it, but wasn’t sure how that’d be received. It could also cause Nate to trip. Then he’d fall, injure himself, possibly take her down with him and they’d end up a heap of blood and bruises in the dirt, dark and in the middle of the woods.
She clamped her teeth together and let him lead her quietly with his bite-mark free butt back to the cabin.
Like the gentleman she didn’t know he was, he used the hose outside to spray off his feet, then opened up the cabin door and before she could even blink, Nate had her thrown over his shoulder and he was hauling her up the ladder to the loft.
She landed on the bed gently, her body not bouncing at all since it was a memory foam mattress. Nate was already completely naked, so he made quick work of getting her to the same clothes-free state as he was, then he hovered over her. “Fuck, you’re beautiful, Minx.”
She shouldn’t be so shallow as to smile as widely as she did at that comment, but she did. Him thinking that she was beautiful meant a lot, because she definitely didn’t feel beautiful when in a line with her sisters, or in a line with the other dancers. She felt plain and flat and boring. She tossed on a confidence that she didn’t feel inside when she was forced to interact with people, hoping that one day that confidence might actually be real, but so far, it wasn’t. She felt like a phony, like an actress pretending to live this care-free life of travel and adventure while being confident and happy in her own skin.
His lips traveled down her jaw and neck, across her décolletage, down her sternum, across her belly and to her hip bone. He swept his tongue across her tattoo, leaving it tingling when his mouth continued south. Even though her body was on fire and every touch of Nate’s skin to hers sent electric zaps of pleasure careening through her, the tear that slid down the corner of her eye into her ear was involuntary.
Like the trained SEAL that he was, Nate stopped, lifted his head and furrowed his brows. “Minx, what’s wrong?”
She shook her head almost violently, swallowed and plastered on one of those fake smiles she’d mastered when dancing on stage and her period cramps were nearly unbearable. “Nothing.”
