Gone Country (Rough Riders #14)(105)

Cut him some slack. He’s figuring out a way to deal with all this.


Rielle smiled. At Sierra. “Let me know when you need me. Have a good night.” She brushed past Gavin without a word and returned downstairs.


In the two days since Rielle had returned from Denver, Gavin hadn’t kissed her. Hadn’t touched her. Hadn’t explained why he wasn’t doing any of those things. So Rielle let it ride.


But by the fourth day she wondered if Gavin’s supposed distraction was actually dismissal. Of her. Of their relationship.


Ask him.


That would make her seem needy.


Then seduce him.


That would make her seem needier yet.


Still…that got her to thinking. Why should Gavin have to make the first move? Maybe he thought she wasn’t interested in doing the mattress mambo since she hadn’t made a move either.


So she’d seduce him tonight. Take his mind off his worry and make him mindless—if only for a little while.


Plan in place, Rielle helped Sierra until Vi shooed her away. She tackled her to-do list, but didn’t accomplish much since various McKays traipsed in and out of the house all day.


By the time the clock struck ten, she ventured upstairs. Sierra’s light was off. Gavin had stretched out on the couch to watch yet another sports game on TV.


Rielle straddled his lap and he smiled at her. “Hey.”


“I missed you.” She slid her hands under his T-shirt and leaned forward to kiss him.


Gavin emitted a deep, sexy rumble and kissed her back.


She touched him, teased him and felt his cock harden beneath her ass. “Come on. Let’s go to bed.”


“Okay.”


In his bedroom, she stripped off his sweatpants, boxers and T-shirt. He sat on the edge of the bed, staring at her…expectantly? She peeled off her thermal T-shirt and stepped between his thighs, rubbing the upper swell of her breasts against his jawline and chin. He groaned and buried his face in her cleavage. She loved the feel of his rough whiskers on her tender skin. Still teasing him, she stepped back and her bra fell to the floor. She shimmied out of her jeans, hooked her fingers in her panties and eased them off slowly, then kicked off her socks.


Gavin wore a sexy, half-lidded, keep going look.


So she did. Rielle dropped to her knees and enclosed her mouth around his cock. Sucking and licking the hard shaft. Fondling his sac, then using her lips and teeth on just the wide head. She glanced up at him.


He’d closed his eyes, but he made soft growling noises.


Blowing him always got her hot, so she was wet and ready for the next stage of seduction. She chuckled at Gavin’s sound of disapproval when she released his cock from her mouth. Pushing him flat on the mattress, she crawled over him. Her hands followed the contours of his muscled biceps and forearms. Then she pressed his arms above his head and warned, “Keep them there.”


“Mmm.”


Rielle rubbed her face over Gavin’s upper body, inhaling his clean and musky scent. Nuzzling his neck and sliding her nipples against the hair on his chest. Rolling her hips and rocking her clit into the hard muscle of his lower abdomen.


She put her lips on his ear. “You can touch me now. I know how much you like to have your hands on my ass as I’m riding you.”



He didn’t answer. Didn’t move at all. Then he made a noise. But not the noise she expected. She heard it again.


Wait. Was that a…snore?


“Gavin?”


No response.


Rielle placed her hands by his head, lifting up to look into his face. It was damn dark in here, but she couldn’t believe what she was seeing.


Gavin. Asleep. And snoring softly.


Apparently his dick wasn’t tired because it was still fully erect.


What the f*ck?


Was her seduction technique so bad, he’d just conked out?


Tempting to slap him awake. But then…no. This was far too humiliating.


She got dressed and slunk out.


Gavin showed up in the kitchen early the next morning, whistling for Christsake. “Good morning, Rielle.”


She slammed the cupboard door. When she turned around he wore the oddest expression.


“Did I do something to piss you off?”


Oh, I don’t know, maybe, possibly, I’m just a teensy bit upset because you f*cking fell asleep when I seduced you.


The oven timer went off. Slipping on her hot mitts, she pulled out the dinner rolls, setting the pan on the cooling racks. She lifted the towel on the next pan and slid it into the oven. When she turned around, she saw Mr. Narcoleptic had helped himself to a cup of coffee.


Too bad you didn’t drink some coffee last night, buddy.


“So…I had the weirdest dream about you. I was watching TV upstairs and you showed up. We started going at it hot and heavy. Then you dragged me into my bedroom, where you stripped me and pushed me onto the bed. The way you sucked my cock…”


“Almost like it was real?” she supplied sweetly.


“Yes! I watched you perform a strip tease, then you were crawling all over me, rubbing on me, and…”