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

Chapter 26

26

DAISY- JULY 3, 2004

Rain is the most underrated weather, every drop more exciting than the last. It is the end of a heat wave, the promise of new life, and a beautiful song sent straight from the sky. It’s like confetti falling in a celebration that I feel lucky to be a part of, and though not everyone sees its beauty, everyone sees the beauty it leaves behind.

I spin around, dancing in the rain, enjoying every little moment life has given me and doing my best to take in everything that life has to offer. I slow to a stop, noticing Sawyer watch me. The look in his eyes reminds me of the look my dad always gave my mom, and my heart warms at the idea that even if just for a moment, he could see me with that same kind of love.

I bite my lip before the corners turn up into a sultry grin. Crooking a finger in his direction, I ask, “Well, Cowboy, are you just going to stand there or are you going to kiss me?”

He doesn’t respond, but instead drops the stuff in his hands and closes the distance between us. Kissing me like we’re in a movie, passion and lust filling the space around us. The rain continues to come down, but we both are truly unbothered, and my heart warms in response. He sees life parallel to me and I don’t know where our love story started, I just know it’s here.

The moment we break away from one another, the sky begins to clear and everything around us seems to restore itself to how it had been prior to the rain. The birds chirp, the sun is out, and the horses patiently wait right where we left them.

We make our way over to the tree, when something sharp jabs into my foot. I lean my back against the trunk, pulling off my boot, and out tumbles a small rock. I place the boot back on the ground and I slide my foot back in. I stand up, and in the same fluid motion, Sawyer places a hand on the trunk next to my head and grabs my face to consume me in a kiss. This time, the kiss feels different. More gentle and endearing, more…loving? Which is crazy, because you can’t just fall in love in a week, can you? But there’s no doubt about it, this time just feels like there is a shift. Something deeper. And I’m eager to find out what.

How can a place I have only been just this once feel like I belong here? I find myself at the mantle touching photos of Sawyer’s family as he’s off finding me something dry to wear. An old black and white photo catches my eye. I know the place in the picture the moment I see it, but putting faces to a beautiful love story warms my heart. There on the dance floor of Hidden Lake, is Pops and Nan, young and in love, dancing in the very same spot that Sawyer danced with me.

I have never met someone whose family was created on such similar values in love and music, but I can tell without even knowing Pops that Sawyer is a direct reflection of him. Kind and wonderful with a heart of gold. The kind of heart they don’t give away to just anyone, and even though Sawyer hasn’t said it, I feel like he has opened his heart up to me.

I had planned on telling him right away about the issue we’re approaching with HR, but something is pushing me to hold off, and I know that something is the fear that this could end and the fact that I really don’t want it to. Is it selfish that I want both—him and my job?

Later . We’ll deal with this later.

Shaking my head, I bring my focus back to the beauty of the photos and say a silent message to his grandpa.

Thanks for helping raise such a wonderful man.

Just as I finish walking down the line of displayed photos, Sawyer walks out from the hallway with clothes in hand and only a pair of boxers on.

He raises his brow and smirks at me. “Everything I own is quite literally the opposite of what you showed up in.” A gentle laugh escapes him. “But, I grabbed you one of my t-shirts and a pair of boxers.” He looks slightly embarrassed, like he isn’t entirely sure this is the type of outfit he should be handing over, but that look makes me like him even more. He could have handed me a paper bag and I would have still taken it happily.

“Thanks,” I respond, blushing, because I get the feeling this is not the norm for him, but even more so because I’m excited to wear something that belongs to him, I’m just too embarrassed to admit it.

I slip my boots off first and then my shorts, noting that Sawyer is happily taking in the show. The thrill I feel from his green gaze locked on me fills me with confidence, and suddenly any thought of jobs or nerves or embarrassment wash away, until all that’s left is the desire thrumming through my veins. I wink at him and then remove my shirt. Instead of reaching for his clothes, I drop my panties and then remove my bra. Closing the gap between us, I stand on my tiptoes to kiss him softly on the lips. I give him a sly look and then head past him, toward what I assume is his bedroom.

Once I enter the room, I’m met with slight shock. It’s tidy, just like the rest of the house, but it’s also grand. There are double doors leading out to a small porch, more large windows letting in not only natural light, but also the most amazing view of the ranch, and the coziest looking bedding I’ve ever seen. I quickly place myself on the bed—that is wrapped in a handmade quilt covered in a green and blue paisley print—and no sooner do I rest my head on my hand do I see Sawyer walking through the door.

“Now this is a picture I’d like to get used to.” The grin on his face makes him even more attractive, and I can’t help but feel like he sees me as more than just what we’re doing.

He wastes no time, removing his boxers and making his way towards me. We lie side by side, our mouths crashing into one another with radiant passion. Each kiss more intense than the last. Reaching my hand down, I stroke his length, eager to have him enter me again, but wanting this to last.

Rolling onto his back, he pulls me atop of him and I inch my way down his body, kissing him as I go. My tongue caresses every inch of him and stops once I reach his thighs. I take his cock in my mouth and work my tongue in fluid motions around the tip, making my need for him grow with every passing second.

“You take my cock so well,” he murmurs out, his hips thrusting in a fluid motion with my mouth.

A hum of approval escapes me, my body warming with his praise. I’ve never been one to be so eager for intimacy, but something about Sawyer is like a drug. I can’t get enough of him.

I bring him close to the edge and feel him tense. Releasing his cock from my mouth, I sit up and crawl back atop him, kissing a path all the way to his lips.

The moment I reach him, he switches our positions, this time inching himself down my body. I gasp once his mouth reaches my core. His tongue circles my clit and he slides his finger inside me. The warm, wet kisses on my pussy make me moan out his name, excitement taking me to the edge much faster than I expected.

“No, don’t stop,” I beg as he pulls away, teasing me just as I teased him.

A seductive smile stretches across his face and then he leans in to consume me, sucking a bit more intensely and gliding his finger in and out of my wet pussy. He softly bites me, kissing the insides of my thighs and then returns back to my clit. This time, once I reach my peak, he lets me ride his face until I come.

Not wanting this high to end, I wait for him to move toward me again, kissing him for only a moment before I climb atop of him, reaching for his nightstand. I rip open the shiny square package and secure the condom around his dick, stroking it once before straddling his body with my knees and slowly lowering myself onto him. The sheer size of him takes my breath away, and I quickly find a motion that serves both of our needs.

He grabs my ass and I lean forward as he whispers in my ear, “That’s it. Keep riding me like that.”

I bite my lip, my desire climbing higher and higher with each roll of my hips. “You like this?” I ask, my voice soft, breathy.

His head falls back against the pillow for a moment, a ripple of pleasure tremoring through his body as we move against one another. “Fuck yes. Don’t stop. You’re such a good girl.”

The rasp of his voice pushes me towards the edge, and the closer I get to coming, the harder it is for me to contain the urge I have to scream. He thrusts into me. Harder. Faster. And right when I reach the top, I moan out, “Come with me, Cowboy.”

Something in that statement sends him spiraling right along with me.

I slide off of him, and both of us lie on our backs, huffing from the come down. My heart pounds in my chest while I regain a steady breath. Rolling toward one another we meet each other’s gaze.

He leans forward to kiss me, pulling me into his chest and strokes my hair. The gestures are all so simple, yet so endearing. I peer back at his face and he smiles. This time my heart flutters for an entirely different reason. His beautiful green eyes feel like they can see my soul, and for the very first time in a long time I feel like I’m home .