One Texas Cowboy Too Many (Burnt Boot, Texas #3)(58)

“I love the way you look at me, Rhett. I love that we talk before, during, and after sex. I love your slow drawl when you say sweet things to me,” she murmured when the kiss ended.

“Then we make a good pair because I could look at you every hour of every day and never get tired and, darlin’, I love everything about every moment when I’m with you,” he said.

“Do you believe that things happen for a reason?”

“Tonight, I believe in miracles because you are in my life.”

He took charge at that point and quickly undressed, throwing all his clothing and boots into a pile beside the hay bales. He stretched out beside her, and she snuggled up close to his side.

“When you’re in my arms, my life is complete and time means nothing,” he whispered softly.

His warm breath sent shivers down her spine to her knees. She rolled to one side and pulled him on top of her. He entered her in one fluid motion, and they rocked together, lost in their own world where only two people existed. Neither of them closed their eyes that night.

He took her to the brink of climax, then everything began to swirl and whoosh in her ears as she let go at the same time he did. His breath was ragged, and she had to remember to inhale. It was even more spectacular than bedroom sex, even though they were both drenched in sweat.

He rolled off her to one side. “My God, Leah! That was…was… Words can’t describe it.”

“I know,” she said, gasping. “Since we’re already sweaty…” Her eyes twinkled as she moved closer and kissed him hard and passionately.

*

“You comin’ in from doin’ chores or from a night with Leah?” Sawyer asked Rhett the next morning.

“Both,” Rhett said. “Feeding is done. All right if I traipse through your room and take a shower?”

Jill poked her head around the kitchen. “Coffee is ready. When you get done, grab a cup to wake up, and we’ll go down to the school for their pancake breakfast. We’re supposed to pick up Aunt Polly and Aunt Gladys on the way, so you’ll have to drive the work truck.”

“No problem. I’ll be out in ten minutes.” He yawned.

Jill sipped at a cup of coffee. “Not smart.”

Rhett stopped on the way across the living room to pet Dammit and the cats. “What’s not smart?”

“Layin’ out all night and having to outrun those women this afternoon.”

“Leah and I have a foolproof plan.” He grinned.

“Shhh,” Sawyer said. “If Madam Fate hears you say that, she’ll toss a monkey wrench into the works and spoil your plans.”

Rhett laughed. “We even practiced our plan. We’re going to meet in the hay barn where she will cuff me and drag me back to the finish line.”

“Good luck,” Jill said. “But remember, the Gallaghers and the Brennans might have booby traps laid, so be careful.”

*

Honey grabbed Leah by the arm when she got out of her truck and led her around the house to the patio. “Sit,” she said.

Leah plopped down in a chair across the table from Honey and picked up the glass of orange juice in front of her. “I can’t talk right now. I’ve got to take a shower and get ready to go serve pancakes.”

“You’ve got to sit right here for ten minutes and pick that damned hay out of your hair,” Honey said.

“Why?”

“Because Granny is already watchin’ you like a hawk. She almost put me and Kinsey in a torture chamber last night when we got home. I’ve never answered so many questions in one night,” Honey said.

“And what does orange juice have to do with anything?”

“I told her that I would wake you up and we’d be waiting for her on the patio. I was trying to figure out a plausible lie to cover for you when you came in the door. I’ve brought out orange juice, and she’s bringing some leftover doughnuts to hold us over until we get to the pancake breakfast. I wish it were the Gallaghers year to cook breakfast and not ours. I bet next year they’ll expect us to work together, since all our kids will be in public school starting Monday,” Honey answered.

“Maybe that’s what it’ll take to end this feud,” Leah said.

“Here she comes. There’s one more piece of hay in the top of your dress. Where did you spend the night? In a hayloft?”

Leah grinned.

Honey clapped a hand over her mouth. “You really have gone bad.”

“Good morning, granddaughters,” Mavis singsonged. “Are you ready to chase down a good-lookin’ cowboy? One that’s not a Gallagher and for damn sure not one who rides a cycle and has a ponytail?”

“Rhett’s hair isn’t much longer than Declan’s, and you don’t fuss at him,” Leah said.

Mavis’s chin popped up two inches. “Declan doesn’t have one of them motorcycles.”

Leah countered with, “Rhett is getting a new truck tomorrow.”

“Y’all must talk a hell of a lot down at that bar,” Mavis said.

“We do,” Leah said. “Pass those doughnuts. Are these the ones Daddy and I brought in?”

“Yes. I heated them in the microwave, and they’re good as new. Don’t eat too many. Save some room for the pancakes and sausage. Too bad the sausage is that old, store-bought stuff. If Naomi hadn’t stolen my pigs back in the spring, I would have donated all the sausage like I do every year. Well, her punishment is that she’ll have to eat sorry sausage,” Mavis said.