Wow… they fit.
They need to be broken in, but they fit.
Buttoning a few of the shirt buttons, I tie the tails in a knot at my waist and turn to look at myself in the mirror.
These are certainly not 7 For All Mankind jeans, but they fit beautifully.
Ha, I could almost pass for a cowgirl in this getup.
Not that I’ve ever wanted that.
The thought makes me laugh hysterically.
My nose wrinkles and I chuckle. Turning, I glance at Bessie over my shoulder. “Well, how do I look?”
She smiles at me. “You look like you fit in, Eliza. You look like you fit right in.”
A deep gasp from the open door has me whirling. The heel of my boot catches on the rug and I moan, “Oh, shit! Not again,” as I feel myself falling.
Falcon
I hear noisescoming from down the hall, so I turn to investigate. When I see the light spilling into the hall from the open door, my brow creases and I mutter, “What the hell? Who the hell is in there?”
My booted feet echo as I cross the wood floor to the room that hasn’t been open in ages.
I intend to ream out whomever is in the room. I expect to see that one of the television people made their way into the family wing of the house by mistake, but I’ll be letting them know that this part of the house is off limits.
Instead, I see Miss Fancy Pants poured into a pair of jeans that mold to her body like a second skin, a sliver of creamy skin peeking at me from beneath the knot tied in a light denim shirt, and the pair of boots that I bought for Tanzy on her feet.
I gasp and my eyes travel the length of her body again to make certain I’m seeing correctly and that I’m not hallucinating from being completely famished after working a fourteen hour day in the Texas sun.
If you’re hallucinating… never wake up…
Sweet mother…
I must have startled her because the next thing I see is her whirling around. I see the heel of her boot catching on the rug as if in slow motion. Her eyes widen in accusation as they meet mine. She flails around like she’s trying to fly to the rafters and screams, “Oh, shit! Not again!” She’s falling.
Goddammit, can she stay on her damn feet?!
Growling, “Son of a bitch…” I race into the room to try to once again catch her before she falls on the floor and breaks her pretty neck.
My arms wrap around her waist and I exhale in relief as the crisis is averted. That could have been a lawsuit!
Only, my foot catches on the damn rug and I start to fall with her. “This isn’t good…”
Her hands clutch at my shoulders and her eyes widen as they lock on mine and we head rapidly for the floor. I can see the fear that I’m going to crush her in them. Jerking my body, I manage to steer us toward the bed.
Somehow, she falls back on the mattress and I’m able to use my wrists to catch myself before the full weight of my body lands on top of her.
My hips slam into hers and she grunts as her hands tighten on my shoulders. Her fingers are digging into my muscle through the material of my shirt. My head snaps down and her own head bounces from where it hits the bed. Our legs are completely tangled and one of her booted heels is digging into my ass.
The softness of the mattress causes us to bounce a few times and my pelvis is thrust into hers. I can feel the warmth of her core where she’s pressed against me and I realize that her lush breasts are pressed into my chest. I feel myself starting to react to our close proximity and I grit my teeth to try to quell the reaction.
Oh, God… No, don’t you dare wake up. Dammit, do not get hard.
Stop it… No, stop it…
Yeah, that ain’t happening.
