DARYL
Cady opens her trunk to let me out, and I grin at her. “Thank you, Beautiful. I was beginning to think you’d forgotten I was in here, but I’m very glad you didn’t.”
“Michelle wouldn’t stop talking about quince jelly,” she says apologetically, looking over her shoulder at the taillights of a car, traveling away in the distance. “I know she means well and makes a lot of effort to provide conversation because she knows I’m lonely, but I’d honestly rather be alone than make small talk about things that don’t interest me.”
“She once cornered me in the diner for seventeen minutes of very one-sided convo about peach cobbler when she overheard me say it was my favorite, so I hear ya.” I unfold myself with a groan and take a moment to stretch and adjust my spine. “We need to get you a bigger car.”
“Or we figure something else out,” she says, dusting oats off the back of my shirt. “Sorry about the horse feed. A bag split on me a few weeks ago, and I thought I got most of it, but I’m still finding these little fuckers everywhere. Wh?—”
I clasp her jaw, and she stops talking. Her eyes search mine. “What?”
“I just love this pretty little mouth and all the sweary little gems it lets slip,” I say before flicking my tongue at the little gap between her parted lips. “You’re usually so restrained, intent on keeping up your father’s facade, but you’ve really dropped that mask for me, and I… I just didn’t know that I could love you even more than I already did.” I release her jaw, press my cheek to hers, and wrap my arms around her in a big hug. “And I know I can’t claim to be the cause of this gorgeous transformation, when it’s you doing all the inner work to get to that point of believing in yourself enough tobeyourself, but I’m so proud of you.”
Stiff at first, she soon softens in my arms. “I think you’re the only one who ever knew it was a mask to begin with,” she says with a sigh. “And it’d be stupid to keep holding it up when you clearly saw straight through the lie.”
“Mmm,” I agree with a nod. “Regardless, it’s wonderful to see you realize what a gift you are as yourself and bless me with the company of your genuine soul. A lot of people would rather live the lie and deny who they are until they die, and I’m very glad that won’t be you.” I kiss the top of her head. “You want to introduce me to your mom?”
She nods against my chest but keeps her arms around me and makes no move to let go.
I run my hand over her back in big circles. “I promise I’ll use my manners and be on my best behavior.”
She looks up at me with sad eyes. “It won’t matter either way.”
I steal another quick kiss of her sweet lips. “Doesn’t mean I’ll be anything but respectful of the woman who brought you into this world.”
Cady flutters her lashes at me. “You say things that make me sound very special.”
“Because you are.” I flash her a grin and gesture to her house. “After you.”
She moves in the other direction, grabs a bag of poultry feed from the backseat of her car, and slings it over her shoulder. “I’ve got some chores to do before we go inside and meet Momma.”
“Hold up.” I step in front of her and makegimmewiggles with my fingers. “Don’t go making me watch you break your back with chores when I’m standing right here. Use me.”
She gives me a cute look, her eyes sparkling with mischief as she dumps the feed into my outstretched arms. “Oh, I plan to use every fucking inch of you, Daryl Winters.”
A charged thrill travels my spine, and my cock stirs with excitement. I look her up and down, and don’t try to hide my interest as it swells. “Likewise.”
I hold the sack of grain with one arm and slap her ass to get her moving. I follow along, loving the way her curvy hips sway with each step. Her long skirt flows beautifully, but it hides her shape more than I’d like, and she keeps having to swish it out of her way to step over and through things. “Do you usually wear these clothes while you’re doing your chores?”
She glances over her shoulder. “You’d prefer I go naked and cold?”
“That would give me good reason and great access to warm you up,” I say with a smirk. “But seriously. Jeans would make this easier for you. And I know you have some. I’ve seen them. They’re the perfect kind of tight and hug your ass real nice, so there’s no hiding your shape.”
Cady looks back at me with drawn-down eyebrows. “They make my ass look fat, you mean.”
I hold the back of her shirt when she tries to walk away, and I lower my face next to her ear. “What I meant, is exactly what I said. If you’d like to hear the expanded version, it includes the graphic mention of just how hard my cock got when my eyeswere lucky enough to feast upon your exquisitely curvy, denim-wrapped rump last month at the rodeo. Do you know how utterly degrading and impossibly counterproductive it is to have to jack off in a porta-potty because you unexpectedly caught your first real glimpse of the absolute glory that is your favorite woman’s ass, and you’rethatfucking infatuated?”
Disbelief rules her face, and she shrugs from my grip to move away. “That says more about your perverted ass than it does about my curvaceous one, Daryl Winters. It borders on the ridiculous… or obsession, and neither of those things make you more believable.”
I take one big step to block her path. “Cadence Malone, I admit to being both ridiculous and obsessed. And a pervert. But I’m no damned liar, and if you don’t understand that I want to fuck your gorgeous ass more than anything else in this world, then we have a communication problem.”
She searches my face and purses her lips. She takes the bag of grain from me, dumps it next to the feeder near the chicken run, pulls a knife from God-only-knows where in her skirt — because I sure as fuck didn’t encounter it earlier — and slices it open. She upends the bag into the feeder and then bundles the grain sack under her arm. “What is it with you and asses?” she asks, sliding the knife back into a pocket hidden in the folds of fabric.
I swallow hard and feel my cheeks warm. “I just like them.”
She stands where she is, like she’s waiting for more information, and I sigh.
“I like the way they jiggle,” I explain. “How they feel in my hands, and the way they feel pressed up against me. I also love to give pleasure, so ignoring an area that’s full of those receptors is silly when stimulating an asshole inside and out means more fun for everyone. I certainly enjoy how hot and tight one feels around my cock, and I enjoy the privilege of having a woman trust me enough to let me inside there. It’s a real honor to be thatintimate with someone, and people around here might think it’s taboo or nasty or a joke, and that I’m just a dirty piece of shit trying to get home, but they’re only jealous that I do what I want no matter what they have to say about it. They trap each other with all their opinions, but I’m unapologetically myself, and that makes me free. They can judge all they want, and I’ll only ever feel proud of myself and sorry for them.”
