Gone Country (Rough Riders #14)(40)

Dabble in tying Rielle up and spanking her ass? Yeah, that might be out of her comfort zone. Or…out of his.


“And if you’re lookin’ for inspiration or ideas or whatever, watch porn.”


“I can just see Sierra walking in when I’m taking notes on different positions.” He sighed. “Am I just kidding myself that this will work even if I do figure out how to rock Rielle’s world? Do I smuggle Rielle into my room? Or sneak into hers? And doesn’t it make me a hypocrite to tell Sierra to wait to have sex when I plan to f*ck Rielle nine ways ’til Sunday?”


“Maybe it makes me a dick, but I’ll point out that you deserve to have an adult relationship. You’re forty-three. Sierra is sixteen. Different expectations, bud. Should Sierra find you and Rielle f*cking on the countertop? Nope. Does that mean you and Rielle shouldn’t f*ck on the countertop? Nope. It’s all about timing. Including when you and Rielle decide to tell Sierra that the two of you are romantically involved.”


“That’d be another first.”


“I suspect it’d be a first for Ree too. But if you’re intimate with her, at least give her the courtesy of owning up to it. Don’t treat her or what the two of you are doin’ behind closed doors as a dirty secret.”


Gavin considered that and nodded.


“Anything else?” Ben asked.


“No. Thanks. I really appreciate your advice.”


“Happy to help.”


He adjusted his seat on the saddle and his ornery horse decided to take advantage of the slack in the reins. Gavin pulled Duchess to a stop with a firm tug and a sharp warning.


“That’s it,” Ben encouraged. “If she gets it in her head to lead, you show her who’s boss right quick.”


Again, Gavin understood his brother wasn’t just referring to horses.


Chapter Fifteen


Needing fortification, courage, balls—whatever, Rielle tossed back half the lemon-drop martini. “I need some advice.”


“I hope it’s not medical advice, because Doctor Monroe is not in tonight,” Joely said.


“It’s personal. And slightly embarrassing.”


“Embarrassing? Interesting.” Joely sipped from her martini glass, shrewd eyes focused completely on Rielle. “Spill it.”


She blurted out, “I had sex with Gavin Daniels.”


“Girlfriend, are you serious?” Joely grinned and lifted her glass for a toast. “That is awesome!”


“Except it wasn’t.”


“It wasn’t awesome? Explain that. In detail.”


Her cheeks flamed. “Long story short. Thursday night Gavin had a party for the McKays. I freaked out and hid in my former bedroom. Gavin found me and tried to calm me down. So we’re out on the balcony and he’s touching me and the next thing I know, he hoisted me against the wall and f*cked me.”


“And this is bad…how?”


Rielle angled across the table. “It was fast.”


“For you? Or him?”



“For both of us. I had an orgasm within about fifteen seconds and I was so embarrassed about it I didn’t make a sound. Then afterward, I realized I hadn’t touched him at all. I just set my hands on his shoulders and let him f*ck me.”


“Sweets, I gotta ask this. Did Gavin notice you didn’t participate very much?”


“That’s what I’m worried about. We haven’t seen each other since. And we live together so I’m pretty sure he’s avoiding me because I proved to be a lousy lay.” She finished her martini and slid the empty to the edge of the table. “Or worse, he immediately figured out how little sexual experience I’ve had.”


Joely held up her hand. “Hold on. Back up. Tell me how it played out from the time Gavin found you in his bedroom.”


As Rielle relayed the events, she remembered how awesome that buzz of sexual anticipation felt. How much she liked having Gavin’s hands on her. His mouth on her. And how wet he’d made her in such a short amount of time. She sent Joely a panicked look.


But Joely was deep in thought. Then she smiled. “Okay. Let me put on my stethoscope for a bit. Hot, spontaneous sex isn’t the norm for you. Let’s talk about your sexual history.”


God. No. This was exactly what Rielle was trying to avoid.


Wrong. This is exactly what you need.


Joely squeezed her hand. “Hey. It’s me. I’m thankful for our friendship, Ree, and I’d be the last person to pass judgment on you. I want to help, ’cause, sugar, I think you need it.”


She blew out a slow breath. “Sexual history. Right. I got pregnant at sixteen the first time I had sex. The guy…” Rielle closed her eyes. She couldn’t even remember what he looked like. That guilt ate at her, this disconnect with the man who was the father of her child.


Cool fingers wrapped her fingers around the stem of a martini glass. “Drink this. It’ll help.”


Rielle opened her eyes and smiled. “Thanks.”


“Take your time. We can get hammered tonight because I have designated drivers on call.”