Chapter 4

Chapter Four

DEVIN

W hen I wake up, I roll over and reach out to the cold empty sheets. “Fuck,” I moan as I blink awake and remember that I’m not in bed with Joy. Sure, she’s in my bed, but I’m not with her.

After we got back, I told her she was going to take the primary suite and I would crash in one of the spare rooms. She tried to argue with me, but when I offered to share the bed with her, she clamped her mouth shut and agreed to go quietly. Part of me wishes she would have kept on arguing so that I could have ended up cuddled next to her all night.

Who am I kidding? I would have done a lot more than cuddle. I’m not exactly a gentleman when it comes to her, no matter what she tries to thank me for. I meant what I said yesterday: She’s worth all of it.

The bed in the guest room is a glorified air mattress, and when I get up, my back is sore and the muscles pull tight. I groan as I stand and stretch, but then I stop when I catch the scent of something good.

I’m used to getting up at the crack of dawn, so seeing it’s still dark out as I get ready is nothing new. Once I’m dressed, I let the smell of bacon and coffee lure me down the stairs and into the kitchen.

My boots stop on the hardwood floors as I take in the sight before me. I have to blink a few times to make sure I’m not still dreaming because, fuck me, if it’s a dream I don’t ever want to wake up.

“Morning,” Joy says but doesn’t look up.

She’s standing in front of the stove wearing one of my shirts, and if that wasn’t enough, her hair is down. I never realized how long her hair was because she always wears it pulled up or in braids. Seeing the waves almost to her ass as she moves in front of the stove makes me want to pull her into my arms and wrap it around my fist. I want to pull her head back so I can kiss her mouth and neck and then spread her legs?—

“Coffee's ready,” she says, interrupting my thoughts. Then she turns around and looks at me with a curious expression. “Did you sleep okay? I’m sorry about taking your bed, and maybe we could swap?—”

“It’s fine,” I say, cutting her off. I shake my head to try and remove the images of her spread out on the island while I feast on her pussy for breakfast. I’m definitely going to save those thoughts for later, but for now, I need to keep a leash on my control. “Smells good.”

That’s all I can manage to say as she passes me a mug of black coffee and I take a seat at the island. I put my Stetson beside me, and when she turns back to the stove, I once again watch her like I’ve never been able to before.

As I sip my coffee, I start to fully wake up, and I realize that this is my new reality. Having Joy here, in my kitchen, is forever. The thought makes my insides warm, and I know it’s not the coffee doing its job. No, she’s the one making me hot. And also shrinking my jeans. I have to adjust myself as I sit there because my cock is hard, and it’s becoming painful.

“I like your nightgown,” I finally say after I’ve finished my first cup of coffee and she pours me a second.

“Apparently that was one of the things I left behind.” She makes an annoyed huff but shrugs. “I’ll get them later today, so sorry about that. I’ll toss it in the wash later.”

“What’s mine is yours,” I tell her and try to give her a relaxed smile. Meanwhile I’m making a mental note to burn all her pajamas when they get delivered today.

“Good, I used your razor too.”

My eyes move slowly down her body as I wonder what part of her she used my razor on. Dear god, she’s trying to kill me.

“Hungry?” She grabs a plate and starts to pile it high with food.

“You have no idea,” I say more to myself as I wipe the drool off my lip and swallow.

“You eat, and I’ll go get dressed.”

“You’re not going to eat with me?” I look up, and she seems surprised.

“Oh, um, yeah I can.” She bites her bottom lip as she makes a plate for herself. When she comes around the island, I pull out a seat for her and push my hat out of the way.

“It’s cold today.” Am I really going to talk to her about the weather? God, Devin, get it together. Yes, she’s incredible and makes every inch of my body scream with need, but she’s here now. I can relax and take things slowly. Get to know her. “I want to take you for a ride.”

Her cheeks flush, and I use taking a drink of coffee as an excuse to not look at her. Fuck, why am I fumbling this so epically?

“I haven’t been horseback riding in years,” she says. I’m glad at least one of us is being mature. “My aunt took me and my cousin when we were little. I loved it.”

“There’s a break in the snow this afternoon, and it would be a good time to see the place. On horseback is the easiest way to do it, and I want you to be familiar with me.” I clear my throat. “I mean, with the land.”

“Of course.” She waves her hand down the shirt she’s wearing. “I suppose I can’t go for a ride in this.”

Okay, so she is definitely trying to kill me. I’m convinced that she’s absolutely going to give me a heart attack. Now all I’m thinking about is pulling her onto my lap and tugging her panties to the side. I’d love nothing more than to have her ride my cock, right here right now.

Instead of giving in to all my urges, I take a breath and ask God to give me strength. After that, I go back to eating my delicious breakfast and remind myself that I need to stay in control.

“Damn, that was amazing,” I say as I look down at my empty plate. I start to get up and take it to the sink, but she reaches over and takes it from me. “Hey, I can do that. You cooked, I’m happy to clean.”

“Let me,” she says, and her voice is so damn sweet.

I think about her reaching for my cock and whispering those words as she jacks me off. Yeah, I’m not going to make it all day in this state.

“I, uh, need to go back to my room and check on something,” I say as I grab my hat and put it in front of my crotch to cover my erection. “I’ll be back in a few minutes.”

“Great, I’ll meet you in the living room and we can go for that ride.”

I nod once then bolt out of the kitchen and take the stairs two at a time. The door is barely closed behind me before I have my cock out and I’m stroking the hard length.

For the first time, I wonder if bringing her here was a mistake.