“Be a good girl and come for me.” I grab one of her nipples and roll it between my fingers.
She gets so tight on my fingers it makes my dick twitch. I can feel her start to pulse and she’s dripping wet.
“That’s it, sweetheart. You’re so beautiful.”
She grabs my arm that’s playing with her tits and digs her nails in. She moans my name and rides my hand as her orgasm rips through her. I keep pumping my fingers and lean down for a kiss while she rides it out. I could watch her come all day.
Once she’s finished, I flip us on the couch so she’s laying half on top of me tucked under my arm.
She kisses my chest and looks up at me. “That was . . . amazing. I’ve never . . . .”
I chuckle and kiss the top of her head. She runs her hand down my stomach and pulls on the strings of my sweatpants. I grab her hand, pull it up to my lips and kiss it.
“Relax, we don’t have to do anything else. This isn’t why I came here today; I hope you know that.”
“I do. I just . . . want to return the favor,” she says with a small smile.
“Trust me, that was just as fun for me as it was for you. I’m a grown man, I—”
My phone starts to ring on the coffee table. I grab it to see that it’s Trey and send him to voicemail.
“Sorry, it was Trey. I don’t need you to do anything, Kace, I’m here because I want to spend time with you and if we have sex right before I leave for the summer it will feel like a one-night stand and that’s not what I want—”
My phone rings again.
I’m going to murder him.
She reaches to grab it off the coffee table. “Okay, I can understand that. You should answer it, he might need something,” she says softly, handing my phone to me.
She lays her head down on my chest, snuggling into me as I answer.
“What, Trey?” I answer, exasperated.
“Where ya at, buddy? I figured if you got home in time, we could throw some steaks on the grill before we clean the camper.”
“I haven’t left yet. I don’t think I’ll be back until tomorrow.” I start lazily rubbing Kacey’s back with my other hand.
“What?You said you were leaving today.” I can feel Kacey tense. “You better not bail on these rodeos or so help me—”
“I’m not bailing,” I snap, cutting him off. “When have I ever bailed on you? I’m just leaving a day later than planned. I’ll be home by noon tomorrow and we’ll load the camper.”
“And I guess I’ll be cleaning it by myself tonight. What is your deal? I’ve hardly heard from you since you got there and now, you’re not even going to get a full day at home before we leave. You’ll have to find a twenty-four hour dry cleaner in Texas.”
“It’s fine, just clean the camper, please. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“I better see you tomorrow or I’ll come find you. I don’t even know what rodeos I’m supposed to be at this weekend. You’re my secretary; I need you.”
“Ha. Yeah, yeah, I’ll be there.” I hang up the phone, tossing it back onto the coffee table.
Kacey immediately sits up and grabs her sweatshirt. “You were supposed to leave today? Why didn’t you tell me? We didn’t have to go riding; you could’ve left. I’m sure you want time at home before—”
I can tell she’s spiraling, so I cut her off, grabbing her forearms, pulling her back to me. “Kace, I chose to stay an extra day. I wanted to go riding with you. After I leave, I don’t know when I’ll get to see you again. I wanted as much time with you as you’d give me.”
I feel her release a breath and some of the tension leaves her body with it.
“I don’t know if you’ve noticed or not,” I say as I run my nose up her neck, tickling her with the week-old scruff on myface, “but I’m obsessed with you.” She giggles and tries to climb away, but I wrap my arms around her. “Wait a minute, are you ticklish?”
“No, not at all,” she clearly lies, while actively trying to get away from my hands that are now walking up her rib cage . . . tickling the “not at all” ticklish woman. She’s laughing and smiling—my two favorite things.
