Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 27627 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 138(@200wpm)___ 111(@250wpm)___ 92(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27627 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 138(@200wpm)___ 111(@250wpm)___ 92(@300wpm)
“Thank you for saving me.” Genevieve pauses a moment, head dipping downward, taking away the view of her pretty self, then says, “Again.”
My mind goes in a completely different direction when she’s saying that five-letter word and asking for it in an entirely different way. Motherfucker. There’s no stopping my warped mind from diving off the deep end and into every waking moment I’ve thought about Genevieve. Jesus, I’d be in the barn watching as she drives up, and instead of coming to the house with Sienna, she’d be there to see me. That’s when holding myself back would become a problem, one that has me heading to the tack room, unzipping my pants and jacking my cock. Only in my fantasy it’d be Genevieve on her knees, her hands on my thighs, my own holding her head in place while I do the work, rocking back and forth as she sucks my cock. I’d never let myself finish with her lips around my dick. She’d come first, then she could continue using her mouth. I’d help her stand. I am somewhat of a gentleman after all. Then I’d be on my knees next, those flowy skirts of hers coming in handy as I drop to my knees and bury my head between her thick shapely thighs. Our trip to Texas is going to kill me. The small cab of my pickup truck paired with a hotel room… Fuck, it’s gonna take an act of God to keep my dick in my pants.
“Amos, help me out, would you?” Trey breaks through my last thought, annoying me further. He and Sienna could have cleared the room, given me time with Genevieve alone since this is the first time she’s said more than two words to me.
“Pleasure is all mine, Genny.” I tip my head while I’ve still got her full attention. I’m pushing it, there’s no doubt about it, with my next move. The tips of my fingers graze the back of her hand. I expect her to freeze or to leave the room, which is what Trey and Sienna are doing currently. Genevieve does something entirely different: she spins her palm around, touching me for the merest of moments before tucking tail and following the rest of our crew.
It seems she’s not as unaffected as I once believed. I’m tucking that tidbit of information away; I only hope it serves to my advantage sooner rather than later.
ONE
GENEVIEVE
Present Day
“I can do this.” Sienna told me about some of the logistics for the trip, but for the most part, I’ve had to interact with Amos. Thankfully, it’s been via text, and the one time he called my cell, well, I did what any sane woman would do—I let my voicemail pick it up. Maybe if I were a different person, it wouldn’t have been so difficult to get my thoughts together on the fly, except I’m not. I have my quirks, nuances as my dad likes to say, and while sometimes they piss me off to no end, he’s always in my corner telling me I’m perfect the way I am.
I open the door to my car, put one foot on the ground, and am starting to climb out when my attention is captured by someone.
It’s not just anyone.
He’s not just someone.
No, the man who has me stopped in my tracks is none other than the man I’m going to spend the next four days with. Amos Ellison, a tall glass of hot water, a cowboy through and through from his Stetson-wearing self to his worn-in blue jeans and scuffed-up cowboy boots.
Why does he have to look so good without even trying? He’s got a slow gait, a Southern drawl, and seeing Amos in his element is nothing like I’ve ever experienced. Not that there’s much to say about my time with a man in any way you spin it. My one and only time with a guy in college lasted approximately two point four seconds, the pain was excruciating, there was zero finesse, and when he tried to use his thumb on my clit, it felt more like he was smashing it down. The sensation did absolutely nothing for me and had me swearing off guys for the duration of college. Okay, fine, even after college and moving back home near Arrowleaf, there’ve been zero men who garnered my attention.
Until Amos.
I should have known. On the rare occasions I’d be at the Ellison ranch, he’d say hello, and my body would react. Still, I kept to myself, gave him a small wave, a nod of my head, and then left as fast as I came. He let it go, never said a word about the awkwardness I displayed. And as far as I know, Amos didn’t ask Sienna if there was anything wrong with me.