Isabella (The Mitchell/Healy Family #2)(31)
Author: Jennifer Foor

Since everyone was invited to the dinner, I went out and purchased a new pair of jeans, a button up shirt, and even a new pair of boots. My old ones were starting to wear, and even though they were extremely comfortable, they didn’t exactly look presentable. Besides, I was pretty sure that the manure smell was baked into the leather.

With new ideas, and a fresh set of things to put on, I was ready to see her again, and do my best to try to win her over for the hundredth time. She’d soon know that I wasn’t going to give up. Being with her had changed my life, and she might not have been able to admit it, but I knew she felt something for me too. Providing it was the hard part.

Chapter 19

Rusty

The day before the big party, I was running around trying to make sure that everything was in order. Noah was doing the same, running after me task after task to double check. When the workday was over I longed for a long, hot shower to wash away the crud and sweat.

As soon as I pulled up at my trailer I saw Noah. He hopped of the Gator and approached me with this concerned look on his face. I swear I thought he knew that I’d been with Isabella in the stables. I was certain that his little sister had spilled our secret. I silently prepared for him to come at me.

“Did you get things taken care of?”

I nodded. “Yeah.”

He gave me that same sneer as before. “Everything all right with you, Rusty? You’ve been quiet the past couple of weeks. You used to carry on with some of the guys, and even they’ve noticed a difference. I need to know if you’re in some kind of trouble. I hired you without question, but I can’t have somethin’ shady goin’ on. If there’s somethin’ you need to tell me, I’m all ears.”

I put my hands up. “Whoa. There’s nothing shady going on. I assure you.”

“All right then. I’ve already taken care of the chicken houses for tomorrow. That kid Johnny is goin’ to handle them for us.”

“Thanks. I’m just going to get up early and double check things at your parent’s house. The tables will be set up in the pole building before everyone arrives.”

He started to walk away, but turned around. “Thanks for all of this. This woman of mine is about to drive me bonkers. I’d much rather go to the court house. Don’t ever get married, man. It’s a pain in the ass.”

Once he’d gone, I took a long shower trying to clear my head. Of course, the mere mention of being married had only given me reason to think about Simone. I’d been so focused on moving forward with Isabella that I felt guilty over not spending my nights mourning her and Sydney. I knew she wouldn’t have wanted me to do it, but for so long it was how I’d gotten by.

It didn’t take long for me to get myself all worked up. A hunger was building inside of me, and I only knew one way to feed it.

I didn’t bother taking a golf cart, or looking around as I began my journey across the ranch, and down the long dirt lane. Her kitchen door was unlocked, and I refused to stand outside to get caught, or be rejected entrance, so I headed inside without waiting. I called for her twice, before I began looking around, only to find her in the shower. I knew I’d frighten her, but didn’t hesitate pulling the curtain to make my appearance known.

She jumped. “Oh my God. You scared the shit out of me. What the hell are you doin’ in my house? You need to leave, Rusty. Is there a vehicle outside? We’re goin’ to get caught.”

“I walked. Relax. Nobody saw me.” All I could do was stand there staring at that gorgeous body that I wanted to devour. My eyes showed her the exact reason for my visit, and it didn’t take her long at all to decide what she was going to do about it.

Her gaze stayed focused on mine, as she took my hand. I was so shocked at what was happening that I didn’t notice her pulling me in the water until it was too late.

I kissed her sweet lips before saying anything else, or arguing with her about being fully clothed. As the water soaked all of the fabric, I stood there, wrapping my arms around her tiny waist.

“So nobody knows you’re here?” She needed extra confirmation.

My head moved from side to side, while I studied her reaction. From the shit-eating grin, I already knew she wasn’t going to ask me to leave. “Nope. The kitchen door is locked and we’re all alone.”

Her fingernails trailed over my wet shirt. “You shouldn’t be here, Rusty.” I let her lift the fabric over my head, then watched as she unbuttoned my jeans, and started the task of pulling them down. They clung to my legs, but Isabella got them off with ease, probably because she had motive. I could feel her own hunger radiating off of that glistening body.

I reacted, pressing her against the cold shower wall, and ducking down to savor her sweet pu**y again. The flavor was disguised by the rapid amount of water running over her skin, not that I cared much. My idea was to give her pleasure, before taking some for myself. It was my motto; never being selfish for sexual gain. Although one could describe this moment as exactly that. I’d come for one reason, and she was giving it to me without a fight.

I pulled my face away, only to finally answer her question. “I can’t get enough of you. I need more.”

With no warning I lifted her up, waiting for her legs to wrap around my back. She welcomed my kisses, and accepted all of me as I entered her. The sheer pleasure of being inside of her overwhelmed me again. I buried my head in between her br**sts, pushing her with my body, so that I could run one hand over her hardened ni**les. This beautiful woman had finally let me in. I couldn’t get enough, and it was hard to control. I wanted to be lost in her, completely, with no concern for anyone else. We were two consenting adults, sharing a connection that was only natural. I’d waited for this woman to notice me, and now that it had happened, I wasn’t willing to give it up.

After a few moments of straining to hold her up and do all of the things I wanted to do to her, I soon realized that it would be better if we continued on her bed. Carefully, I carried her wet body out of the bathroom and placed her down on the comforter on her mattress. She pulled me along with her, allowing me to savor her sweet lips.

I took my time, never caring about where I wasn’t supposed to be. Nothing else was more important than remaining in bed with this woman, who’d gracefully helped me to begin to heal.

Each encounter we were learning more about each other, like the way she enjoyed being tickled just under her chin, or the way she responded when I kissed the lobe of her ear. I loved the way she laughed, and how she made little moan sounds when I gave her pleasure.