Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 68058 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 340(@200wpm)___ 272(@250wpm)___ 227(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68058 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 340(@200wpm)___ 272(@250wpm)___ 227(@300wpm)
When Rhys tugged on the barn door, it creaked loudly in the quiet night. He didn’t shush it like he had the bottle. Maybe he wasn’t as worried this far from the house.
I followed him into the barn, and he flipped on one light by the door. Everything was shadowed, but I saw the horses and heard them stamping around. A few looked over the doors of their stalls, obviously wanting attention.
“Go back to sleep.” Rhys spoke much too loudly, and one of them whinnied.
I took hold of his arm. “You’re going to have to be quieter than that, or we’re going to wake everyone up.”
“No way in hell are you going to be that quiet once I have you naked.”
I reached for him then, tired of waiting. I didn’t care if the horses watched. I grabbed his t-shirt, yanking it from the waistband of his jeans. He shoved at my chest, throwing me off-balance. I barely kept myself from falling back on my ass.
“Tack room. Now,” he demanded.
We made our way there. I only knew where it was because I’d watched Rhys from the door of the barn one day. He’d ignored me, but I was sure he saw me staring as he lovingly polished the saddles. I’d wanted him to touch me the way he’d caressed that smooth leather. Now was my chance.
I kicked the door of the tack room closed behind us and locked it.
Rhys sank his teeth into his lower lip as he stared at me. “Why do I want you so badly?”
“Because I’m amazing.”
He snorted. “Take your clothes off. I want to see all of you.”
“You were fucking salivating over me when I was chopping wood.”
He snorted. “You were showing off. What was I supposed to do?”
“Turn away like the prim and proper man you are.”
“Fuck you.”
He swung at me. I blocked him. He lifted his knee, and I dodged, but it set me off-balance. He shoved at me then, and we both ended up on the floor.
“I thought you wanted to fuck.”
“I do,” he growled.
“But you don’t want to make it easy?”
“No. I want to make it harrrrd.” He thrust against me, letting me know he was just as ready for me as I was for him.
I chuckled at his ridiculousness and used his distraction to roll us, bringing my full weight down on him.
“You want me to work for it?”
He licked his lips as he looked up at me. “Yes. I like watching you work.”
“I can tell.”
“You like it too.”
“Yes, I do. I love knowing you can’t take your eyes off me.”
“No, you like watching me with the horses. You say you can’t sit still, but you stay there for hours.”
“I’m just watching the horses.”
“Bullshit.”
Rhys struggled against my hold, trying to gain the upper hand again. I wasn’t going to let him go, but he arched up slowly, rubbing himself against my dick. The surprise made me loosen my grip.
He slithered out from under me, looking triumphant. How was he that agile now? He’d hardly been able to walk when we were back at the house.
Rhys gained his feet and ran, but he stumbled before I could even get up. He wasn’t as sober as he’d seemed a moment ago. Neither was I, but I caught him around the waist, yanking him against me, then shoving him up against the door. It rattled hard but held. I had every intention of testing the frame because now that I had him there, he wasn’t going anywhere.
“Shit,” he said, letting his head fall back. “The whole fucking barn is spinning.”
I laughed. “That’s what you get for running.”
“I told you I wouldn’t give in easily.”
“And I knew I’d subdue you. You need that don’t you? You need me to take charge, to make you feel like you don’t have any choice. That way you can tell yourself you never really gave in.”
Rhys licked his lips. “I…”
I pressed closer to him, dragged his arms over his head, and pinned them there in one hand.
“Is there some rope around here somewhere? Aren’t cowboys supposed to be good with rope?”
He glared at me.
“I need something to tie you up with.”
“No.”
“You’d love it.”
“Fuck you, TJ.”
“Oh, we’re going to fuck, but I want to play with you first.”
He struggled against my hold. “I’m not your damn toy.”
“Maybe I want you to be.”
“I hate you.”
“I don’t need you to like me. I just need you to submit.”
“No.”
I smiled. “Yes, you will. You’ll keep your hands right where I put them. You’ll pretend I’ve got you strung up, immobilized, unable to escape.”
Rhys shook his head, but I could tell he was losing his conviction. His pupils were blown, and his chest rose and fell with fast, shallow breaths.
“No.” The word was rough and breathy. He was going to do exactly as I said.
“Yes. Because if you do, then you’ll get this.” I let go and sank to my knees in front of him. His eyes went wide, and he whimpered when I nuzzled the hard ridge of his cock. The sound nearly undid my thin control.