Gone Country (Rough Riders #14)(39)

“Did Rielle complain?”


He groaned. “No, but she’s been avoiding me, probably because it lasted like a minute.”


“You afraid she was disappointed?”


“Yeah.”


“Were you disappointed?”


“God no. It was intense and spontaneous. I’ve never acted that aggressive with a woman. I f*cked her up against the damn wall. Outside. On the balcony.”


“And Rielle gave you the go ahead?”


Gavin’s eyes cut to Ben. “Completely consensual.”


Ben chuckled. “Here’s the truth. Women love that shit. You getting her turned on and then f*cking her hard and fast right where she stands. I’ll bet Rielle was just shocked because you acted that way and she hasn’t seen you in that role.”


“It gets worse. I got put back into the ‘Dad’ role because Sierra came in right after the spectacularly fast finish.”


Ben’s eyebrows rose. “Sierra caught you?”


He shook his head. “We were on the balcony outside of my room and it was dark.”


“Wait. Was this the night of the McKay party?”


“Yep.”


“So that’s where you were. I gotta say, bro. I’m impressed. Getting some with all the family around.”


The horses were getting restless. Ben urged his horse into a walk and Duchess followed.


Gavin tried to focus on the scenery; the crisp air and the shadows skittering across the ground as clouds clustered and broke apart overhead. Rielle would be outside, doing ten thousand things at once. “Thanks for bringing me out here, Ben. This is gorgeous country.”


“Have you explored much of the land you bought from Rielle?”


“No. Ree says the terrain is rugged and I needed a horse on the unbroken trails rather than an ATV.”


“She has a point. But I’ll also remind you it’s your land. The Wetzlers were always weird about letting people onto that section. It’s yours now. You can do whatever the f*ck you want with it. If you wanna clear all the damn trees and make a trail for four-wheelers, do it. If you’re nervous about setting off alone, just call me. I’d be happy for the chance to get a look around.”


“I’ll think on it and let you know.”


“Fair enough. Let’s head back.”


They turned the horses around.


“Bet you’re waiting for my advice,” Ben said after a bit.


“Do you have some?”


“Yep. Fake it ’til you make it. Next time you’re with Rielle…act like you’ve got the hot sex moves and she’ll believe you’ve got them. You will too.”


“You think that’ll work?”


He grinned. “It already did once, didn’t it? You have the woman so flustered about you going all caveman on her ass that she’s hiding from you. That ain’t the Rielle I know, trust me.”


“I guess that makes sense.” Maybe. Hopefully. Fuck. How was he supposed to know?


“That wasn’t very convincing.” Ben pushed up his hat a notch. “Tell me what your other option is?”


Gavin blinked.


“For the love of God, please don’t tell me you planned to confess your lack of sexual experience, hoping she’d understand and you could discuss what to do about it.” When Gavin didn’t respond, but must’ve looked guilty, Ben said, “Jesus, I can’t f*ckin’ believe you were actually considering that! Screw that. You need to f*ck it out, not talk it out.”


“So I shouldn’t talk to her at all?” Gavin said skeptically.


Ben muttered something. Then he sighed. “Talking is important, especially in the type of sexual activities I prefer. But in your case? Save the talking for after. First, act like you’re gonna rock her world in bed and then follow through with it. Besides, it’s not like women come with an instruction manual.”


No way could Gavin confess he’d bought the book Amazing Sex for Dummies. And How To Go Down On A Woman. And Sex Secrets from Porn Stars. And Making Love 101. Ben would laugh his ass off.


“Come on, bro, you’ve got a guilty damn look on your face. Tell me what you’re thinking.”


“I’ve lived my life by honesty is the best policy, Ben. This feels dishonest.”


“But it’s not like you’re lyin’ to her.” He brooded for a moment. “Lemme ask you this; how do you feel when you see Rielle?”


“Like stripping her bare and taking her right that second. Christ. All she has to do is walk past me and I’m hard. I think about her constantly. Fantasize about all the things I wanna do to her.”


“Make those thoughts reality. Let your lust for her be your guide. Women want spontaneity. They want the sole focus to be what the two of you are doin’ to each other right at that moment. The rest is just mechanics.” He held up a gloved hand. “With the exception of BDSM. That takes some skill if you wanna go that direction. Even if it’s not, it’s fun to dabble.”