Hi, y’all. Rhonda Lee Carver here!
Recently, my cousin and her new male friend came to visit. He was flawless–tall, handsome, charming–or so it appeared. I even remember telling her that she had snagged herself a catch before they disappeared into the guest bedroom down the hall from my bedroom.
I was in my room, laptop out and on a serious deadline (when is an author never on deadline?). Ten minutes into working I hear a train rip through my house. No, not really, but it sure did seem like it. It was my guest. Snoring. From down the hall–through walls and doors. I questioned how my cousin could sleep. I mean, everyone snores, at least on occasion. There are different levels. From cute, heavy breathing to can-I-hand-you-a-bottle-of-mouthwash motocross mouth. But this was far different–borderline scary.
You know fingernails down the chalkboard? Yeah…that sensation. I couldn’t take it anymore. I had an idea. I could tap on the wall. I did. Nothing. Frustrated, I dropped a book on the floor (no books were harmed in this scene). The dogs across the street started barking. The crazy neighbor started shooting. Yes! This would definitely wake the man up. I heard grumbling. The snoring stopped. I went to bed and merrily went back to work.
Bed springs popped. Mumbling. Then the headboard rhythmically struck the wall. Over and over again.For fifteen minutes…twenty…and so forth. Great!
I turned up my TV to block-you-out volume, tucked the cover over my head, and went to sleep. The next morning, I was met by a wide-eyed, perky cousin and her grinning new man. “So, that’s why the snoring doesn’t bother her.”
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Dragging her tank over her head and dropping it, next came her shorts. Her nipples budded and she wanted to believe that it was caused by the cool breeze, but the moisture building between her legs couldn’t be ignored or chalked up to weather. There was something insanely erotic about standing in the open, partially naked, with a handsome stranger watching her. Yeah, he’s watching me alright. His hand came up and rubbed his jaw, and he shifted in the saddle. The horse pranced from foot to foot, then clawed at the ground. Did the mare sense Dade’s irritation…or tension?
Her core pulsated and her skin warmed. She had only meant to prove a point, but instead she’d unleashed a fiery awareness inside of her, one she hadn’t felt in a very long time. Her nipples were now bunched and pressing against the lace of her bra, craving a hand or a mouth to put out the achiness.
Not sure what had come over her, she had no choice but to follow through. A good cooling off was exactly what she needed to drench the desire. Taking a step, her knees weak and trembling, she stood at the edge of the dock, then jumped into the water with a splash.
A second later, she surfaced to the top, squealing. “Holy fuck!” The water was frigid. She hadn’t thought this idea through very well. Her bottom lip quivered, her teeth chattered, and her toes were like ice cubes as she swam to the ladder of the deck. She climbed the rungs slowly as her blood started circulating again. Dripping wet and skin scattered with goosebumps, she hurried and pulled on her clothes in record time.
Feeling somewhat human again, she remembered why she’d done the stunt in the first place.
Scanning the field where Dade had been, he was gone. Disappointment slithered through her. She skimmed the line of trees and the fence where the horses were grazing, further in the distance where a group of deer munched on foliage along the edge of the brush. She hooded her eyes with her hand to protect them from the sun, which made everything appear blurred, as she looked toward the road. She caught a tiny glimpse of him riding away. Her stomach twisted as her core tingled.
Did he think she was completely out of control?
It didn’t matter what he thought.
Yeah, it sort of did. Ridiculous.
“The secret to getting rid of the cowboy was to strip naked.” She wasn’t sure why that bothered her. Wasn’t that what she wanted?
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