Play It Safe(94)

I hurried down the hall and found my boxes in the guest bedroom. Then I found the box I wanted. As quietly as I could, I opened it. Then I dug through it until I found what I was looking for.

Then I did what I had to do and walked back to Gray’s room.

The sheets were up to his waist, he was still on his side, his exposed back to me.

I put a knee to the bed and trailed the tips of my red, feathered fan down his back.

Immediately, he rolled to that back and just as swiftly, in my shocking pink sequined panties and nothing else, I flipped a fan open to cover my top and I threw a leg over him to straddle his hips.

“Jesus,” he muttered, voice already thick.

I grinned, not outside. Inside.

“You wanna turn on the light and make this multisensory?” I asked quietly.

“Darlin’, only person in this room who’s gonna move for the next half hour is you. I’d like to see you try to turn on the light and hide from me.”

I could do that, totally. I was a master of the feathered fan. It had been years since I danced but you didn’t forget that kind of thing.

“Half an hour?” I asked.

“Yeah.”

“Gray, my dances lasted five minutes.”

“Private ones go on awhile.”

He had an answer for everything.

He also wasn’t done.

“And, five minutes in, you lose the fans.”

That time I grinned on the outside.

Then I moved and turned on the light.

Gray moved too, to wrap his fingers around the sequined panties at my ass.

I bent toward him, fan spread wide between us and whispered, “You’re not allowed to touch the talent, baby.”

His fingers dug in as he did an ab curl and went up to sitting. I moved back with him and held the fan between us.

But I got a good look at his face and, getting it, I also got a good quiver somewhere on me.

His hands moved up my back and he answered, “Fuck that.”

“I thought you said I was the only one going to move,” I reminded him.

“Changed my mind,” he muttered, one hand still sliding up my back, one hand going back down to slide in my panties.

Oh yes.

“Honey, I can’t move my fan, there isn’t enough room,” I pointed out.

The hand heading up disappeared then the fan did when he jerked it out from between us.

“Gray!” I snapped but it came out breathy.

Then he moved and I was on my back on the fan spread out under me on Gray’s bed and Gray was on me.

“You’re ruining my performance, you know,” I informed him.

“Now, why don’t I believe that?” he asked me but didn’t wait for me to answer.

He kissed me.

Then he did other stuff to me. Then I did stuff to him. Then we did stuff together.

Incidentally, for Gray, it wasn’t about the fans.

It was about the panties.

Important information to have.

An hour later, my fans and panties on the floor, my body tucked back into Gray, I didn’t have even a little trouble falling asleep.

Chapter Twenty-Nine

Green Acres

Three days later…

“Gray –”

“Ivey.”

“Gray!”

“Ivey.”

We were having our first fight. Our first fight ever.

Three days I was in Mustang living with Gray and we were fighting.

This sucked and it sucked mostly because Gray was being proud and stubborn and wouldn’t listen to me.

* * * * *

I learned a lot about Gray in the last three days mainly that I didn’t pay much attention to Gray in the two and a half months I had him before. I was so engrossed in starting my new life I didn’t pay any mind to his.

And there was a reason he started his day at six thirty. In actuality, he got up at five thirty which was pure hell and totally insane. But he was so used to it “sleeping in” (which he did on Sunday) meant he rolled us (yes, I said us) out of bed at seven and this was after we made love.

And the reason Gray started his day so early was that, apparently, being a macho man rancher cowboy that had a huge amount of land, horses and peach trees was a lot of work.

For instance, the horses needed to be fed, watered and exercised and their stalls mucked out. This would be a lot, actually too much, for the twelve horses he had when I knew him seven years ago. But in an attempt to cover the loan which he got to cover Grandma Miriam’s stay in a swanky retirement home, he adopted more horses three years running.

Now he had twenty.

That was a lot of horses.

Mostly they just stood there blinking but they did require water and sustenance to survive and didn’t have the means to feed themselves and no one deserved to hang out in a space covered in excrement so they also required a lot of work.

And so did the land.

I would come to understand that peach trees didn’t just bear fruit you picked come peach season and a big old ranch couldn’t just sit there and look pretty. All of this took maintenance.

The grasses had to be mowed and this wasn’t just the patch of lawn around the house, this included the area by the lane running up to the house (which was a long way); the area by the road to Mustang (which was a long way); the area around the peach trees and outbuildings (which were big areas); then, of course, there was the patch of lawn around the house.