Page 135 of Sunday Morning
He was so sexy. I was way out of my league, but just like standing on that stage in Nashville, I faked every ounce of confidence.
Digging my teeth into my lower lip again, I nodded.
“Your move, baby.” He stepped closer, his legs straddling my right knee.
My heart pounded; there was no way he didn’t hear it.
“Wrap me around your little finger,” he said, ghosting his knuckles along my cheek.
My eyes drifted shut for a breath before I tugged on his towel, and it fell to the floor. His erection bobbed right in front of me. With my bandaged hands at my sides, I leaned forward, eyes locked on his as I licked it.
He grinned, and so did I.
Isaac’s patience with my inexperience was commendable.
“You know the rule,” he said. “If you lick it, then it’s yours.”
I softly chuckled before taking the head into my mouth.
He closed his eyes, lips parted. After a few seconds of letting me toy with him like a cat with a ball of yarn for the first time, he brushed my hair away from my eyes. “Lift your arms.”
I lifted them.
Isaac removed my shirt and tossed it aside; then he slowly removed my underwear. When he brought them to his nose, my whole body blushed, which made him grin. He set them on the bed with his bag and pulled out a condom.
As he tore it open and rolled it on, I cleared my throat. “I’m still not okay with you tying up baby cows.”
He looked up from his erection as he finished rolling on the condom and gave me a lifted eyebrow.
I grinned. “Butwhen you’re on your horse, looking hotter than any guy I have ever seen, all I can think about is this.”
Isaac’s mouth twitched. “When I’m roping, it makes you want to have sex with me?”
“Very much so,” I whispered, staring at his erection.
“Well, fuck, baby,” he sat on the bed and grabbed my butt, pulling me between his legs. “I’m going to do nothing but rope and bury myself inside of you for the rest of my life.” He sucked my nipple into his mouth.
I teased the tips of my fingers through his hair. It didn’t take him long to get me so turned on that I pushed at his shoulders, making him lie back so I could straddle him, slowly letting him fill me.
“Sarahhh …” Hesang,before biting his lower lip to hide his grin while he gripped my hips and rocked into me.
“I love you,” I whispered, ghosting my fingertips along the tattoos on his arms for a few seconds before closing my eyes.
I still told myself I hated sex, except with Isaac. Loving a man who made everything beautiful felt like the right path in the direction of happiness.
CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
PRINCE AND THE REVOLUTION, “PURPLE RAIN”
Isaac
“She’s asleep,”I said in a quiet voice, sitting on the edge of the motel bed with the phone to my ear. The last time I talked with my mom, she told me to call in the evening so I could talk to Dad, but he had nothing to say. So we sat on the line in silence.
Sarah and I left the gray truck in Springfield at my uncle’s place while we spent the rest of July and all of August traveling to rodeos. Sometimes, I had a place to leave Anakin for the night so we could get a motel, and other times we camped under the stars with him at the fairgrounds. It didn’t matter where we were as long as I had her in my arms.
While she struggled with her faith, I never felt more blessed. Had my parents not made their mistakes, I would have headed for Nashville or L.A. after high school. Iwouldn’t have returned to sit in the back of the church on Easter to fall in love.
Rodeoing with Sarah in the stands made life exponentially brighter. Before the gate opened and Anakin took off after the calf, I always found my Sunday Morning in the stands. She’d blow me a kiss, but she never watched me tie-up the calf.