Leaning my elbow against the window, I nod my head. “Can we discuss you ogling my ass first thing this morning?! Or the times today that I’ve caughtyousalivating over my ass?!”
Her lips twist and she shrugs. “What? You have a mighty fine ass, Falcon Donovan. The way it fills out those jeans of yours…” She smacks her lips and winks. “Where do you find those? Are they custom made? I mean there is no way that you just grab a pair off the shelf at a store and they fit like that. It’s impossible.”
She’s sucking on her lip and flirting with me.
She’s playing with fire and I’m about to show her just what it’s like to be burned.
Thank God that the spot I’m heading to shows up just then. Before I can tell her to look, she catches sight of it and gasps. She leans forward on the seat as I drive to the secret oasis.
Pulling under the shade of the trees, I park and just look ahead. The river is shallow here, perfect for wading and even swimming. It cuts through the ranch and is a wonderful natural water source.
Eliza turns to me and grins. “Well, damn. I would have never guessed that you had something like this on your property. What is it?”
I chuckle. “It’s a river. It runs the whole length of our property.” I jerk my chin at her. “Comeon’.”
Opening the door, I step out and stretch in the shade. The temperature is a good fifteen, maybe even twenty degrees cooler, here than in the sun. Eliza opens her door and slips out before closing it behind her. She stands and lifts her face to the shade. Her hat is flung back into the truck from her open window and I do the same with mine. My hands ruffle my hair to try to fix the flatness.
She turns back to look at me across the truck. She arches her brow at me and asks coyly. “So, is it safe to get in?”
In answer, I unbutton my shirt as I kick off my boots. When the buttons are all open, I slide the shirt off and toss it onto the hood of the truck then reach down and toss my boots on the floor of the cab through the window.
Eliza watches me unabashedly. Her eyes flit over my chest and down my stomach. Reaching for my belt buckle, I open it before my hands tap the waistband of my jeans. I stare at her as she watches me. I see her swallow and she squeaks, “What are you doing?” Her eyes fly up to mine.
With a smirk, I unclasp the denim, sliding it down and working it over my legs, trying not to let the heavy metal buckle catch my skin. As I reach my ankles, I pull the heavy jeans off and grab my soaked socks. Draping my jeans beside my shirt and tossing the socks into the back of the truck, I stride to the water, in my boxer briefs, backwards while crooking my finger at Eliza. She’s staring at me with her mouth hanging open.
I can see the appreciation on her face and my cock jumps in response. Her eyes flick down and her cheeks pinken. I call out, “You comin?”
Her head shakes in a nod and she laughs before reaching to unbutton her own shirt. I watch from the water as she slowly peels it down her arms and pulls it off. Her white tank top is exposed and I can see that it’s completely saturated with sweat. I watch her, daring her to take it off. She meets my eyes and smirks as she lifts it over her head. Her hair fans out and then sticks to her chest, shoulders, and arms. Her black bra barely covers the fullness of her breasts and I sink further into the water, to cover the fact that my cock is now rigid and straining. There would be no hiding that from her.
She reaches down to pull her boots off and then sets them beside the truck neatly. She hesitates for a brief second as she reaches for the button of her black jeans.
Come on, darlin’, don’t stop now…
Then, she opens them and I groan as she shimmies and removes them. They stick to her thighs and then catch at her knees before she finagles them over her calves and ankles. The socks come off with them and she drapes them over the hood near her shirt to dry some. She stands back up and my mouth goes completely dry.
Her hair is a mess from the wind, the sweat, and the day, but it’s wild and untamed. Her body is gorgeous, voluptuous and shapely with curves in all the right places. Her chest is abundantly full without being too big, perfect to fill my hands and mouth. Her waist dips in and her hips flare out before showcasing her thighs. She’s a perfect picture of what a woman should be.
She catches me watching her and cocks her hip before lifting her hair from her shoulders and tossing her head back, allowing the strands to tickle her ass.
Oh, God…
I’m so hard under the cold water. I could fix the fence with just my cock.
Eliza walks to the river and dips her toe in. She moans as the cool water dances over her feet before slowly walking in and allowing it to reach her chest. Her breasts float and her hair drifts as she makes her way closer to me.
