She’s My Kind Of Rain (Rawlings Ranch #1)

Chapter 25

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SAWYER - JULY 3, 2004

I was hoping for clarity. I was hoping for just a moment that told me how I should move forward. If I’m honest with myself, I was hoping to realize I had spent an entire week in lust rather than its counterpart. Yet here I’m, strumming my guitar in a field of flowers with a girl whose beauty is unmatched.

Everything always seems to go so well—too well—and I can’t tell if that is just because this relationship is new to us or if it is meant to be. Since Pops told me of his love story with Nan, I’ve wondered if falling in love so easily with someone is something that just happens or if it’s rare. And what the likelihood of having such a parallel experience with Daisy could mean. Is she the one or have I just never really given anyone else a fair chance at having my heart?

I slow my playing and Daisy shifts to a more seated position in front of me. I can’t seem to help myself once I see her pretty ocean eyes staring back at me. Placing my guitar to the side, I lean in and kiss her. Resting my head on her forehead, she lets out a soft sultry sigh.

She grasps the back of my neck and pulls me atop of her. We kiss as our bodies grind against one another. Every pass of her thigh on my cock makes me want her more. I pull back, coming up for air, worried that having sex with her every time I see her might be sending a rather casual signal about my intentions. There’s nothing casual about my intentions though. From the moment I saw her in The Red Fern, I’ve been captivated by her. Enchanted. Enthralled. I know that I haven’t known her long. I know that most will think I’m crazy, but I don’t care. I’m sure this entire relationship would be passed off as infatuation, but they can’t feel what I feel. When I look at Daisy, all I can think about is a future with her and how much I hope we get that chance.

She reaches one hand down toward my pants, rubbing my length, while using the other to pull me closer. I harden at her touch. But this time I want to savor every moment. I pepper kisses down her neck until I meet the top of her breasts, lingering for a short while before pulling her shirt up to expose her stomach. Her skin tastes sweet and she smells like vanilla. The buttons of her shorts come undone with ease and I glide them south. My excitement grows at the sight of her tiny red lace thong, and I focus my mouth on what I desire most. She’s already wet, as I kiss her pussy with her underwear still in place. Her hips buck forward and I slide her thong to the side. Devouring her, as she becomes my new favorite dessert.

I lick her clit, circling it with my tongue, and she laces her fingers through my hair, gripping the back of my head as she rides my face. My tongue works harder and faster, softly biting her.

I pull back for a moment to admire her. With her fingers still locked in my hair, she arches against me, a little whimper escaping her.

“Sawyer, please.” Her words are breathless.

My lips tug upward as I slip a finger inside her, before bringing my mouth to her clit once more. Her hips buck and writhe as she moans beneath me, her breathing coming quicker, more labored. I can tell she’s close, and that thought alone drives my next words.

“Be a good girl and come for me, Miss Daisy,” I say before slipping another finger in to join the first.

“Oh, Sawyer,” she gasps as she comes.

I bring myself to my knees, appreciating the scene splayed before me. I wanted to make this all about her, fully intending to stop here, but she leans forward, reaching for my belt, urging me to move forward. And as she unbuckles my pants, I retrieve a condom from my wallet—thankful that I stuck another one in there. I remove my shirt, now hot as hell from the sun and the heat between us.

She bites her lip and it’s my undoing. I want nothing more than to fuck her in a field of flowers and I’m not sure if it is divine intervention or otherwise, but she seems to feel the same.

The heat between us grows with every passing movement. I push my pants down far enough to release my erection, returning my kisses to her neck. Her hand reaches for my dick and I groan when she wraps her fingers around me.

“Daisy, please for the love of God—” I huff out, unable to think straight.

“Fuck me, Sawyer,” she begs in a low, huffed voice.

I lower myself slowly—not wanting to come across too eager—and not a moment later I’m inside her. She lets out a pleasure-filled cry and I quicken my pace. Her tongue tangles with mine, her fingers digging into my back. I hold my weight up with one hand while the other traces the curve of her body. Reaching down between us, I place my thumb at the apex of her pussy. Circling it in tandem with the movement of my body crashing into hers.

I feel her pussy clench around my dick and I glide my tongue up her neck. I consider untying her top but decide against it. I have no clue if it’s double knotted or not.

Her hands drift down to the back of my thighs, stopping right below my ass, pulling me closer and pushing me deeper. Her fingers curl into my flesh and she moans. “Sawyer.”

My pace quickens and I lose what little control I have left. The sounds leaving her mouth grow louder, and I can no longer hold back. I reach my climax and we come together.

I melt down to her body and we roll to our sides. Placing another soft kiss on her lips, I wrap my arms around her and pull her into me. We lay in silence for a long while, only the sound of nature surrounding us. Everything feels so peaceful, so perfect, when I’m with her. I had planned on bringing up my concerns, but now doesn’t feel like the right time. Then again, I’m not sure any time will. A sigh releases from my chest.

Pulling away from me, she questions, “I hope that’s a sigh of comfort and not a sigh of disappointment.”

It breaks my heart to hear her statement and I wish I could tell her everything I’m thinking, but the idea of ruining a good thing prevents me.

“How could you disappoint me? Dais, you’re the best thing that’s happened to me in a long time.” I stroke my hand over her hair and down her back, hoping that I can convince both of us that that’s all we need in this moment.

We lay here a while with her head nuzzled up to my bare chest. Her breathing is calm and steady, much like the feeling I get when I’m with her. I stare up at the blue sky then close my eyes.

Pops, any kind of advice would be great right about now.

I open them again, as if the answers I need will be presented before me just for asking. Of course, there is no sign, there is no concrete message of any kind, just the sound of birds and the smell of wild flowers.

Daisy starts to stir, and I know this moment of simple bliss is coming to an end. Though my worry sits at the forefront of my thoughts, I still feel a sense of calm that the hustle of downtown Nashville will never bring no matter where I’m at whether that’s in the crowd, on the stage, or at the mic.

Out of nowhere, I feel a drop of water. And then another. And another. I open my eyes and we both shift to a seated position.

“I checked the weather channel, I swear it said no rain.” I glide my hand through my hair, looking up at the sky and then around toward the horses still happily roped up around the tree.

“That’s alright, it’ll probably just sprinkle and be over within a few minutes,” she says, unfazed by the shift in our day.

We both get up, gathering the stuff around us, and shove it into the picnic basket. I grab the basket and guitar, thankful that it isn’t Pops given the untimely weather.

We make our way towards the horses. The rain starts to pour down on us, and my first thought is to run, but she doesn’t. She smiles that bright beautiful smile and spins in a circle, raising both hands up to catch any drop in her palms’ path. The most gleeful laugh escapes her lips as she throws her head back to embrace this moment. She makes even the sulkiest of weather feel desirable. She stops for a moment, as she notices me admiring her.

My eyes return to hers, and in that moment, standing there watching her, I find a feeling that even a thousand songs could never sum up. Something about this girl has stolen my heart.

She’s my kind of rain.